write
because--well, I thought it would be better if we kept quite apart for
a day or two. Things were getting wrong, weren't they?"
"I'm afraid so. But how are they improved?"
"Why, I had a talk with your aunt about Mrs. Travis. I quite believe I
was misled by that fellow that talked scandal. She seems very much to
be pitied, and I'm really sorry that I caused you to break with her."
Cecily watched him as he spoke, and he avoided her eyes. He was holding
her hands and fondling them; now he bent and put them to his lips. She
said nothing.
"Suppose you write to her, Ciss, and say that I made a fool of myself.
You're quite at liberty to do so. Tell her exactly how it was, and ask
her to forgive us."
She did not answer immediately.
"Will you do that?"
"I feel ashamed to. I know very well how _I_ should receive such a
letter."
"Oh, you! But every one hasn't your superb arrogance!" He laughed. "And
it's hard to imagine you in such a situation."
"I hope so."
"Aunt tells me that the poor woman has very few friends."
"It's very unlikely that she will ever make one of me. I don't see how
it is possible, after this."
"But write the letter, just to make things simpler if you meet
anywhere. As a piece of justice, too."
Not that day, but the following, Cecily decided herself to write. She
could only frame her excuse in the way Reuben had suggested;
necessarily the blame lay on him. The composition cost her a long time,
though it was only two pages of note-paper; and when it was despatched,
she could not think without hot cheeks of its recipient reading it She
did not greatly care for Mrs. Travis's intimacy, but she did desire to
remove from herself the imputation of censoriousness.
There came an answer in a day or two.
"I was surprised that you (or Mr. Elgar) should so readily believe ill
of me, but I am accustomed to such judgments, and no longer resent
them. A wife is always in the wrong; when a woman marries, she should
prepare herself for this. Or rather, her friends should prepare her, as
she has always been kept in celestial ignorance by their care. Pray let
us forget what has happened. I won't renew my request to be allowed to
visit you; if that is to be, it will somehow come to pass naturally, in
the course of time. If we meet at Mrs. Lessingham's, please let us
speak not a word of this affair. I hate scenes."
In a week's time, the Elgars' life had resumed the course it held
before that
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