ere for an hour--and
he has not come. He has not cared enough to come. So there are no
roundabout questions for you to ask or evasive answers for you to hear.
You have the truth before you."
Christina was not at all surprised, though there was something so
horrible in this unshrinking frankness from one so reticent, so delicate
as Milly. She knew, as she heard her speak, that it was what she had
expected. The subterfuges of the past weeks lay in ruin about them. She
sat, her eyes fallen, drawing off her gloves, and she said gently, "I am
sorry, Milly, if you hoped that he would come."
"No," said Milly, not moving from her place. "You are not sorry,
Christina. You are glad. You are sorry that I care and you are glad that
he does not care, because you think that it will keep us together. But
that is your mistake. It is all impossible now, and you have made it so.
I am going away. I am going back to the country. I want to be alone."
Again Christina was not surprised; this was the fear which she had
glanced down at from her haze of uncanny lightness.
"Have I made it so impossible? What have I done, Milly?" she asked,
after a moment.
Milly sat down in the nearest chair. She had passed beyond fear. There
was no mist or illusion in her calmness. "You didn't give us a chance,"
she said. "Not a chance. You saw how I cared. You saw how I had come to
need him. You saw how stupid he was and unless he were helped he would
see nothing. I was afraid to hurt you. Of course I was. Of course I was
sorry for you, horribly sorry. And you traded on that. You saw that
unless you stood aside I could do nothing."
"I thought that I did stand aside, Milly," said Christina after another
moment.
"Never really," said Milly.
"I don't quite see what you mean by really, Milly," said Christina. "I
left you with him whenever you gave me the opportunity for doing so.
Perhaps you mean that I ought to have committed suicide."
"No; I don't mean that," Milly returned sullenly, with an unaltered
hostility. "There are different ways of standing aside. You could have
made it possible for me to tell you, openly, what I felt; you could have
made me feel that you would be glad to have me happy with him. You need
not have made me feel in everything you did and said--and didn't do or
say--that if I went back to Dick I should be going to him over your dead
body."
"I think you mean, Milly," Christina answered in her dull and gentle
voice, "that
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