ragraph again. You do them very
badly."
"You needn't remind me of that," said Owen in his gloom.
"But, surely, you don't want to do them _well_?"
"You know what I want."
"You talk as if you hadn't got it."
She crouched down beside him and laid her face against his knee.
"I don't think it's nice of you," she said, "not to be pleased when I'm
pleased."
His eyes lightened. His hand slid down to her and caressed her hair.
"I _am_ pleased," he said. "That's what I wanted, to see you going
strong, doing nothing but the work you love. All the same----"
"Well?"
"Can't you understand that I don't want to see my wife working for me?"
She laughed again. "You're just like that silly old Tanks. He couldn't
bear to see his wife working when she wanted to; so he wouldn't let her
work, and the poor little soul got ill with not having what she wanted.
You didn't want me to get ill, did you?"
"I wanted to take care of you--well or ill. I wanted to work for you all
my life long."
"And you wanted me to be happy?"
"More than anything I wanted you to be happy."
"But you didn't, and you don't want me to be happy--in my own way?"
He rose and lifted her from the floor where she crouched, and held her
so tight to him that he hurt her.
"My little one," he murmured, "can't you understand it? Can't you see
it? You're so small--so small."
XLII
For six months Jane concentrated all her passion on her little son. The
Brodricks, who had never been surprised at anything, owned that this was
certainly not what they had expected. Jane seemed created to confound
their judgments and overthrow their expectations. Neither Frances Heron
nor Sophy Levine was ever possessed by the ecstasy and martyrdom of
motherhood. They confessed as much. Frances looked at Sophy and said,
"Whoever would have thought that Jinny----?" And Sophy looked at Frances
and replied, "My dear, I didn't even think she could have had one. She's
a marvel and a mystery."
The baby was a link binding Jane to her husband's family. She was a
marvel and a mystery to them more than ever, but she was no longer an
alien. The tie of the flesh was strong. She was Hugh's wife, who had
gone near to death for him, and had returned in triumph. She was
glorified in their eyes by all the powers of life.
The baby himself had an irresistible attraction for them. From John's
house in Augustus Road, from Henry's house in Roehampton Lane, from the
house of
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