Roger! You shan’t say that! You shan’t!
I don’t want to, Margaret, but that’s what life itself says. We can’t get behind life. We can’t beat evolution and the law of survival.
But his talent, his fine talent—and his exquisite nature!
I know. But there it is. It’s kinder in the long run to be cruel, if the truth is cruel. We’ve got to be true to things as they are.
But take things as they are! He wasn’t vicious about—about women, he was like a child. Of course they got his money, but even so, they weren’t all mere schemers. Some of them were very decent. Why, one of them—
What the deuce do you know about them? What about one of them?
She cried. She said she knew it wasn’t right, that he couldn’t marry her, but she did like him, and she had children of her own.... I’m sure she was very tender to him.
Who told you? Where did you see her?
There! In my own house?
How did she get there?
Your mother sent for her.
My mother sent for her? Then she knew?
Yes. She knew everything.
He told her—Arthur did.
Good Lord! I never heard a word of it.
No. They were afraid—afraid you wouldn’t understand.
Afraid I wouldn’t understand? Why, I understood only too well. It was mother that wouldn’t have understood. I’d have cut my hand off rather than tell her.
Well, she did understand. She understood better than you did. She understood that part of him hadn’t grown up. He was like a boy. He just walked into things....