ut the good moments,
if one only waits for them," she hastened to add, "come round of
themselves. Moreover you've seen for yourself, since you've made it
up so to father; feeling, for yourself, in your beautiful way, every
difference, every air that blows; not having to be told or pushed, only
being perfect to live with, through your habit of kindness and your
exquisite instincts. But of course you've seen, all the while, that both
he and I have deeply felt how you've managed; managed that he hasn't
been too much alone and that I, on my side, haven't appeared, to--what
you might call--neglect him. This is always," she continued, "what I
can never bless you enough for; of all the good things you've done for
me you've never done anything better." She went on explaining as for the
pleasure of explaining--even though knowing he must recognise, as a
part of his easy way too, her description of his large liberality. "Your
taking the child down yourself, those days, and your coming, each
time, to bring him away--nothing in the world, nothing you could have
invented, would have kept father more under the charm. Besides, you know
how you've always suited him, and how you've always so beautifully let
it seem to him that he suits you. Only it has been, these last weeks, as
if you wished--just in order to please him--to remind him of it afresh.
So there it is," she wound up; "it's your doing. You've produced your
effect--that of his wanting not to be, even for a month or two, where
you're not. He doesn't want to bother or bore you--THAT, I think, you
know, he never has done; and if you'll only give me time I'll come round
again to making it my care, as always, that he shan't. But he can't bear
you out of his sight."

She had kept it up and up, filling it out, crowding it in; and all,
really, without difficulty, for it was, every word of it, thanks to a
long evolution of feeling, what she had been primed to the brim
with. She made the picture, forced it upon him, hung it before him;
remembering, happily, how he had gone so far, one day, supported by the
Principino, as to propose the Zoo in Eaton Square, to carry with him
there, on the spot, under this pleasant inspiration, both his elder and
his younger companion, with the latter of whom he had taken the tone
that they were introducing Granddaddy, Granddaddy nervous and rather
funking it, to lions and tigers more or less at large. Touch by touch
she thus dropped into her husband's s