How did he ever come to tell her?
Once when he was sick. Your mother was taking care of him. He blurted it all out, like a homesick boy.
And she understood? Didn’t break her heart, and all that?
Oh, it was a shock, naturally. But they talked it all over, and your mother sent for this woman. I knew. Arthur knew I knew....
And mother packed her away without telling me?
Oh, she didn’t pack her away. That is, right off.
He kept on seeing her? With mother’s knowledge?
Yes. Your mother liked her.
Well, if women aren’t the strangest things!
Yes, they are. Some of them. Fortunately.
But you see how wrong you were,
How was I wrong?
About this unfitness—this survival.
On the contrary. It only proves it.
No, it doesn’t. I’ve been thinking, too ... about saving people from themselves, and all that. You say it’s the law of life, and we can’t go beyond life.
No, we can’t. I still say it.
Then what about your mother? What about all women who—
Yes. Wasn’t her love a part of life? And didn’t she keep on loving him in spite of everything? Is that love blind and foolish—something for your old evolution to get rid of?
I never thought of it. No, of course we don’t want to get rid of that—but even so, she didn’t save him.
She didn’t know about it until lately—thanks to you. If she had known sooner—and anyhow, you don’t know—Of course, she couldn’t have saved him directly. But indirectly ... through another woman—