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A Circle In The Water
by
She did explain, at much greater length than she needed, and she was still giving me some very solemn charges when the bell rang, and I knew that Tedham had come. “Now, remember what I’ve told you,” she called after me, as I went to the door, “and be sure to tell me, when you come back, just how he takes it and every word he says. Oh, dear, I know you’ll make the most dreadful mess of it!”
By this time I expected to do no less, but I was so curious to see Tedham again that I should have been willing to do much worse, rather than forego my meeting with him. I hope that there was some better feeling than curiosity in my heart, but I will, for the present, call it curiosity.
I met him in the hall at the foot of the stairs, and put a witless cheeriness into the voice I bade him good-evening with, while I gave him my hand and led the way into the parlor.
The twenty-four hours that had elapsed since I saw him there before had estranged him in a way that I find it rather hard to describe. He had shrunk from the approach to equality in which we had parted, and there was a sort of consciousness of disgrace in his look, such as might have shown itself if he had passed the time in a low debauch. But undoubtedly he had done nothing of the kind, and this effect in him was from a purely moral cause. He sat down on the edge of a chair, instead of leaning back, as he had done the night before.
“Well, Tedham,” I began, “we have seen your sister-in-law, and I may as well tell you at once that, so far as she is concerned, there will be nothing in the way of your meeting your daughter. The Haskeths are living at their old place in Somerville, and your daughter will be with them there to-morrow night–just at this moment she is away–and you can find her there, then, if you wish.”
Tedham kept those deep eye-hollows of his bent upon me, and listened with a passivity which did not end when I ceased to speak. I had said all that my wife had permitted me to say in her charge to me, and the incident ought to have been closed, as far as we were concerned. But Tedham’s not speaking threw me off my guard. I could not let the matter end so bluntly, and I added, in the same spirit one makes a scrawl at the bottom of a page, “Of course, it’s for you to decide whether you will or not.”
“What do you mean?” asked Tedham, feebly, but as if he were physically laying hold of me for help.
“Why, I mean–I mean–my dear fellow, you know what I mean! Whether you had better do it.” This was the very thing I had not intended to do, for I saw how wise my wife’s plan was, and how we really had nothing more to do with the matter, after having satisfied the utmost demands of humanity.
“You think I had better not,” said Tedham.
“No,” I said, but I felt that I was saying it too late, “I don’t think anything about it.”
“I have been thinking about it, too,” said Tedham, as if I had confessed and not denied having an opinion in the matter. “I have been thinking about it ever since I saw you last night, and I don’t believe I have slept, for thinking of it. I know how you and Mrs. March feel about it, and I have tried to see it from your point of view, and now I believe I do. I am not going to see my daughter; I am going away.”
He stood up, in token of his purpose, and at the same moment my wife entered the room. She must have been hurrying to do so from the moment I left her, for she had on a fresh dress, and her hair had the effect of being suddenly, if very effectively, massed for the interview from the dispersion in which I had lately seen it. She swept me with a glance of reproach, as she went up to Tedham, in the pretence that he had risen to meet her, and gave him her hand. I knew that she divined all that had passed between us, but she said: