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a woman to save me。 I forced myself to see her as I wished to see
her。 Her tepidities became infinite delicacies； her mental
vagueness an atmospheric realism。 The harsh precisions of the
Baileys and Altiora's blunt directness threw up her fineness into
relief and made a grace of every weakness。
Mixed up with the memory of times when I talked with Margaret as one
talks politely to those who are hopelessly inferior in mental
quality； explaining with a false lucidity； welcoming and encouraging
the feeblest response； when possible moulding and directing； are
times when I did indeed； as the old phrase goes； worship the ground
she trod on。 I was equally honest and unconscious of inconsistency
at each extreme。 But in neither phase could I find it easy to make
love to Margaret。 For in the first I did not want to； though I
talked abundantly to her of marriage and so forth； and was a little
puzzled at myself for not going on to some personal application； and
in the second she seemed inaccessible； I felt I must make
confessions and put things before her that would be the grossest
outrage upon the noble purity I attributed to her。
9
I went to Margaret at last to ask her to marry me； wrought up to the
mood of one who stakes his life on a cast。 Separated from her； and
with the resonance of an evening of angry recriminations with Mrs。
Larrimer echoing in my mind； I discovered myself to be quite
passionately in love with Margaret。 Last shreds of doubt vanished。
It has always been a feature of our relationship that Margaret
absent means more to me than Margaret present； her memory distils
from its dross and purifies in me。 All my criticisms and
qualifications of her vanished into some dark corner of my mind。
She was the lady of my salvation； I must win my way to her or
perish。
I went to her at last； for all that I knew she loved me； in
passionate self…abasement； white and a…tremble。 She was staying
with the Rockleys at Woking； for Shena Rockley had been at Bennett
Hall with her and they had resumed a close intimacy； and I went down
to her on an impulse； unheralded。 I was kept waiting for some
minutes； I remember； in a little room upon which a conservatory
opened； a conservatory full of pots of large mauve…edged； white
cyclamens in flower。 And there was a big lacquer cabinet； a Chinese
thing； I suppose； of black and gold against the red…toned wall。 To
this day the thought of Margaret is inseparably bound up with the
sight of a cyclamen's back…turned petals。
She came in； looking pale and drooping rather more than usual。 I
suddenly realised that Altiora's hint of a disappointment leading to
positive illness was something more than a vindictive comment。 She
closed the door and came across to me and took and dropped my hand
and stood still。 〃What is it you want with me？〃 she asked。
The speech I had been turning over and over in my mind on the way
vanished at the sight of her。
〃I want to talk to you；〃 I answered lamely。
For some seconds neither of us said a word。
〃I want to tell you things about my life；〃 I began。
She answered with a scarcely audible 〃yes。〃
〃I almost asked you to marry me at Pangbourne；〃 I plunged。 〃I
didn't。 I didn't becausebecause you had too much to give me。〃
〃Too much！〃 she echoed； 〃to give you！〃 She had lifted her eyes to
my face and the colour was coming into her cheeks。
〃Don't misunderstand me；〃 I said hastily。 〃I want to tell you
things； things you don't know。 Don't answer me。 I want to tell
you。〃
She stood before the fireplace with her ultimate answer shining
through the quiet of her face。 〃Go on；〃 she said； very softly。 It
was so pitilessly manifest she was resolved to idealise the
situation whatever I might say。 I began walking up and down the
room between those cyclamens and the cabinet。 There were little
gold fishermen on the cabinet fishing from little islands that each
had a pagoda and a tree； and there were also men in boats or
something； I couldn't determine what； and some obscure sub…office in
my mind concerned itself with that quite intently。 Yet I seem to
have been striving with all my being to get words for the truth of
things。 〃You see；〃 I emerged； 〃you make everything possible to me。
You can give me help and sympathy； support； understanding。 You know
my political ambitions。 You know all that I might do in the world。
I do so intensely want to do constructive things； big things
perhaps； in this wild jumble。 。 。 。 Only you don't know a bit what
I am。 I want to tell you what I am。 I'm complex。 。 。 。 I'm
streaked。〃
I glanced at her； and she was regarding me with an expression of
blissful disregard for any meaning I was seeking to convey。
〃You see；〃 I said； 〃I'm a bad man。〃
She sounded a note of valiant incredulity。
Everything seemed to be slipping away from me。 I pushed on to the
ugly facts that remained over from the wreck of my interpretation。
〃What has held me back；〃 I said； 〃is the thought that you could not
possibly understand certain things in my life。 Men are not pure as
women are。 I have had love affairs。 I mean I have had affairs。
Passiondesire。 You see； I have had a mistress； I have been
entangled〃
She seemed about to speak； but I interrupted。 〃I'm not telling
you；〃 I said； 〃what I meant to tell you。 I want you to know clearly
that there is another side to my life； a dirty side。 Deliberately I
say； dirty。 It didn't seem so at first〃
I stopped blankly。 〃Dirty；〃 I thought； was the most idiotic choice
of words to have made。
I had never in any tolerable sense of the word been dirty。
〃I drifted into thisas men do；〃 I said after a little pause and
stopped again。
She was looking at me with her wide blue eyes。
〃Did you imagine；〃 she began； 〃that I thought youthat I expected〃
〃But how can you know？〃
〃I know。 I do know。〃
〃But〃 I began。
〃I know；〃 she persisted； dropping her eyelids。 〃Of course I know；〃
and nothing could have convinced me more completely that she did not
know。
〃All men〃 she generalised。 〃A woman does not understand these
temptations。〃
I was astonished beyond measure at her way of taking my confession。
。 。 。
〃Of course；〃 she said； hesitating a little over a transparent
difficulty； 〃it is all over and past。〃
〃It's all over and past；〃 I answered。
There was a little pause。
〃I don't want to know；〃 she said。 〃None of that seems to matter now
in the slightest degree。〃
She looked up and smiled as though we had exchanged some acceptable
commonplaces。 〃Poor dear！〃 she said； dismissing everything； and put
out her arms； and it seemed to me that I could hear the Lettish girl
in the backgrounddoomed safety valve of purity in this intolerable
worldtelling something in indistinguishable GermanI know not
what nor why。 。 。 。
I took Margaret in my arms and kissed her。 Her eyes were wet with
tears。 She clung to me and was near； I felt； to sobbing。
〃I have loved you；〃 she whispered presently； 〃Oh！ ever since we met
in Mistertonsix years and more ago。〃
CHAPTER THE THIRD
MARGARET IN VENICE
1
There comes into my mind a confused memory of conversations with
Margaret； we must have had dozens altogether； and they mix in now
for the most part inextricably not only with one another； but with
later talks and with things we discussed at Pangbourne。 We had the
immensest anticipations of the years and opportunities that lay
before us。 I was now very deeply in love with her indeed。 I felt
not that I had cleaned up my life but that she had。 We called each
other 〃confederate〃 I remember； and made during our brief engagement
a series of visits to the various legislative bodies in London； the
County Council； the House of Commons； where we dined with Villiers；
and the St。 Pancras Vestry； where we heard Shaw speaking。 I was
full of plans and so was she of the way in which we were to live and
work。 We were to pay back in public service whatever excess of
wealth beyond his merits old Seddon's economic advantage had won for
him from the toiling people in the potteries。 The end of the Boer
War was so recent that that blessed word 〃efficiency〃 echoed still
in people's minds and thoughts。 Lord Roseberry in a memorable
oration had put it into the heads of the big outer public； but the
Baileys with a certain show of justice claimed to have set it going
in the channels that took it to himif as a matter of fact it was
taken to him。 But then it was their habit to make claims of that
sort。 They certainly did their share to keep 〃efficient〃 going。
Altiora's highest praise was 〃thoroughly efficient。〃 We were to be
a 〃thoroughly efficient〃 political couple