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malice showing through her brightness； 〃now we know who helps with
the writing！〃
She revealed astonishing knowledge。
For a time I couldn't for the life of me discover her sources。 I
had； indeed； a desperate intention of challenging her； and then I
bethought me of a youngster named Curmain； who had been my
supplemental typist and secretary for a time； and whom I had sent on
to her before the days of our breach。 〃Of course！〃 said I；
〃Curmain！〃 He was a tall； drooping； sidelong youth with sandy hair；
a little forward head； and a long thin neck。 He stole stamps； and；
I suspected； rifled my private letter drawer； and I found him one
day on a turn of the stairs looking guilty and ruffled with a pretty
Irish housemaid of Margaret's manifestly in a state of hot
indignation。 I saw nothing； but I felt everything in the air
between them。 I hate this pestering of servants； but at the same
time I didn't want Curmain wiped out of existence； so I had packed
him off without unnecessary discussion to Altiora。 He was quick and
cheap anyhow； and I thought her general austerity ought to redeem
him if anything could； the Chambers Street housemaid wasn't for any
man's kissing and showed it； and the stamps and private letters were
looked after with an efficiency altogether surpassing mine。 And
Altiora； I've no doubt left now whatever； pumped this young
undesirable about me； and scenting a story； had him to dinner alone
one evening to get to the bottom of the matter。 She got quite to
the bottom of it；it must have been a queer duologue。 She read
Isabel's careless； intimate letters to me； so to speak； by this
proxy； and she wasn't ashamed to use this information in the service
of the bitterness that had sprung up in her since our political
breach。 It was essentially a personal bitterness； it helped no
public purpose of theirs to get rid of me。 My downfall in any
public sense was sheer waste；the loss of a man。 She knew she was
behaving badly； and so； when it came to remonstrance； she behaved
worse。 She'd got names and dates and places； the efficiency of her
information was irresistible。 And she set to work at it
marvellously。 Never before； in all her pursuit of efficient ideals；
had Altiora achieved such levels of efficiency。 I wrote a protest
that was perhaps ill…advised and angry； I went to her and tried to
stop her。 She wouldn't listen； she wouldn't think； she denied and
lied； she behaved like a naughty child of six years old which has
made up its mind to be hurtful。 It wasn't only； I think； that she
couldn't bear our political and social influence； she alsoI
realised at that interview couldn't bear our loving。 It seemed to
her the sickliest thing；a thing quite unendurable。 While such
things were； the virtue had gone out of her world。
I've the vividest memory of that call of mine。 She'd just come in
and taken off her hat； and she was grey and dishevelled and tired；
and in a business…like dress of black and crimson that didn't suit
her and was muddy about the skirts； she'd a cold in her head and
sniffed penetratingly； she avoided my eye as she talked and
interrupted everything I had to say； she kept stabbing fiercely at
the cushions of her sofa with a long hat…pin and pretending she was
overwhelmed with grief at the DEBACLE she was deliberately
organising。
〃Then part；〃 she cried； 〃part。 If you don't want a smashing up；
part！ You two have got to be parted。 You've got never to see each
other ever； never to speak。〃 There was a zest in her voice。 〃We're
not circulating stories；〃 she denied。 〃No！ And Curmain never told
us anythingCurmain is an EXCELLENT young man； oh！ a quite
excellent young man。 You misjudged him altogether。〃 。 。 。
I was equally unsuccessful with Bailey。 I caught the little wretch
in the League Club； and he wriggled and lied。 He wouldn't say where
he had got his facts； he wouldn't admit he had told any one。 When I
gave him the names of two men who had come to me astonished and
incredulous； he attempted absurdly to make me think they had told
HIM。 He did his horrible little best to suggest that honest old
Quackett； who had just left England for the Cape； was the real
scandalmonger。 That struck me as mean； even for Bailey。 I've still
the odd vivid impression of his fluting voice； excusing the
inexcusable； his big； shifty face evading me； his perspiration…
beaded forehead； the shrugging shoulders； and the would…be
exculpatory gesturesHoundsditch gesturesof his enormous ugly
hands。
〃I can assure you； my dear fellow；〃 he said； 〃I can assure you we've
done everything to shield youeverything。〃 。 。 。
3
Isabel came after dinner one evening and talked in the office。 She
made a white…robed； dusky figure against the deep blues of my big
window。 I sat at my desk and tore a quill pen to pieces as I
talked。
〃The Baileys don't intend to let this drop；〃 I said。 〃They mean
that every one in London is to know about it。〃
〃I know。〃
〃Well！〃 I said。
〃Dear heart；〃 said Isabel； facing it； 〃it's no good waiting for
things to overtake us； we're at the parting of the ways。〃
〃What are we to do？〃
〃They won't let us go on。〃
〃Damn them！〃
〃They are ORGANISING scandal。〃
〃It's no good waiting for things to overtake us；〃 I echoed； 〃they
have overtaken us。〃 I turned on her。 〃What do you want to do？〃
〃Everything；〃 she said。 〃Keep you and have our work。 Aren't we
Mates？〃
〃We can't。〃
〃And we can't！〃
〃I've got to tell Margaret；〃 I said。
〃Margaret！〃
〃I can't bear the idea of any one else getting in front with it。
I've been wincing about Margaret secretly〃
〃I know。 You'll have to tell herand make your peace with her。〃
She leant back against the bookcases under the window。
〃We've had some good times； Master；〃 she said； with a sigh in her
voice。
And then for a long time we stared at one another in silence。
〃We haven't much time left；〃 she said。
〃Shall we bolt？〃 I said。
〃And leave all this？〃 she asked； with her eyes going round the room。
〃And that？〃 And her head indicated Westminster。 〃No！〃
I said no more of bolting。
〃We've got to screw ourselves up to surrender；〃 she said。
〃Something。〃
〃A lot。〃
〃Master；〃 she said； 〃it isn't all sex and stuff between us？〃
〃No！〃
〃I can't give up the work。 Our work's my life。〃
We came upon another long pause。
〃No one will believe we've ceased to be loversif we simply do；〃
she said。
〃We shouldn't。〃
〃We've got to do something more parting than that。〃
I nodded； and again we paused。 She was coming to something。
〃I could marry Shoesmith；〃 she said abruptly。
〃But〃 I objected。
〃He knows。 It wasn't fair。 I told him。〃
〃Oh； that explains；〃 I said。 〃There's been a kind of sulkiness
Butyou told him？〃
She nodded。 〃He's rather badly hurt；〃 she said。 〃He's been a good
friend to me。 He's curiously loyal。 But something； something he
said one dayforced me to let him know。 。 。 。 That's been the
beastliness of all this secrecy。 That's the beastliness of all
secrecy。 You have to spring surprises on people。 But he keeps on。
He's steadfast。 He'd already suspected。 He wants me very badly to
marry him。 。 。 。〃
〃But you don't want to marry him？〃
〃I'm forced to think of it。〃
〃But does he want to marry you at that？ Take you as a present from
the world at large？against your will and desire？ 。 。 。 I don't
understand him。〃
〃He cares for me。〃
〃How？〃
〃He thinks this is a fearful mess for me。 He wants to pull it
straight。〃
We sat for a time in silence； with imaginations that obstinately
refused to take up the realities of this proposition。
〃I don't want you to marry Shoesmith；〃 I said at las