I gasped--she turned it out so. "_She_--Mrs. Server?"

It made her, however, equally stare. "Why, isn't it the very thing you

maintained?"

I felt her dreadful logic, but I couldn't--with my exquisite image all

contrasted, as in a flash from flint, with this monstrosity--so much as

entertain her question. I could only stupidly again sound it. "Awfully

sharp?"

"You after all then now don't?" It was she herself whom the words at

present described! "Then what on earth _do_ you think?" The strange

mixture in my face naturally made her ask it, but everything, within a

minute, had somehow so given way under the touch of her supreme

assurance, the presentation of her own now finished system, that I dare

say I couldn't at the moment have in the least trusted myself to tell

her. She left me, however, in fact, small time--she only took enough,

with her negations arrayed and her insolence recaptured, to judge me

afresh, which she did as she gathered herself up into the strength of

twenty-five. I didn't after all--it appeared part of my smash--know the

weight of her husband's years, but I knew the weight of my own. They

might have been a thousand, and nothing but the sense of them would in a

moment, I saw, be left me. "My poor dear, you _are_ crazy, and I bid you

good-night!"

Nothing but the sense of them--on my taking it from her without a sound

and watching her, through the lighted rooms, retreat and

disappear--_was_ at first left me; but after a minute something else

came, and I grew conscious that her verdict lingered. She had so had the

last word that, to get out of its planted presence, I shook myself, as I

had done before, from my thought. When once I had started to my room

indeed--and to preparation for a livelier start as soon as the house

should stir again--I almost breathlessly hurried. Such a last word--the

word that put me altogether nowhere--was too unacceptable not to

prescribe afresh that prompt test of escape to other air for which I had

earlier in the evening seen so much reason. I _should_ certainly never

again, on the spot, quite hang together, even though it wasn't really

that I hadn't three times her method. What I too fatally lacked was her

tone.

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