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“We can think of motives for Uncle, I suppose.”

“Or of motives for me. Or even more for you. But let us pursue the truth. The letter was to be found, and found too late. The full result with half the guilt. That might be a line of thought.”

“Perhaps it was a case of curiosity. That might lead
to hiding the letter. And it gives us a wider range. It was a trivial gain for the risk involved. But wrong-doers may not reason. They would hardly be a high type.”

“We are all wrong-doers,” said Egbert. “We cannot argue from that. Did he think that Grandma would die, and that the guilt would be ascribed to her?”

“After her death? When she could not deny it? What a pleasing thought!”

“Too base for Uncle Hugo. We must turn elsewhere.”

“We should stop this pursuit of everyone. We shall find ourselves hounding each other.”

“I will tell you my final suspicion. As with Father, it rests on Grandma. The letter came into her hands by mistake, and she read it and hid it in the desk. She would have recognised the writing. You remember she spoke of it. Father thought she did it when she was not herself. Or perhaps he hoped so. I incline to think she was herself all the while. And the time came when she could ease her conscience.”

“Guilty people have such tender ones. Well, in either case she is the person to choose. We will leave it there. And we will not trouble her about it. She is in no fit state. And it was rather heroic of her.”

“Why could not Teresa manage better? It is her uncertainties that have brought us to the pass. I wonder if Uncle tried to save us, and is guilty after all.”

“We must not go on. It will end nowhere. And the other idea is more plausible.”

“Do you hope that Father will be in time with his answer?”

“What can I do, as things are? If he hopes it, so must I. And he has been living apart from us. We can let ourselves see it now. A new life may be no worse than an imitation of the old one.”

“We can't know what it will be. There are worse things than a copy.”

“There are honester things. Unless the copy is a faithful one.”

There was a knock at the door, and Hugo entered with an openly shamefaced air.

“I am in great discomfiture. I know the guilt is mine.”

“Yours?” said Egbert. “And we were suspecting Grandma! Why did your heart fail you?”

“We don't blame Grandma,” said Lavinia. “She will not hear a word from us. You need not fear.”

“Oh! Of course I should like to be shielding a woman and admiring myself. But I did not mean the letter. I meant I ought to have responded to Teresa. Thinking of myself has never done so much harm. It generally does so much less than I expect.”

“Did she propose to you?” said Lavinia.

“No, she only thought I should propose to her. I think it is a thing she is used to. And then she began to be afraid of it. I will not misrepresent her. So you were ready to see me as the culprit of the letter. And I do see that perhaps I ought to have been.”

“It had to be someone,” said Egbert. “That was the truth before us. We could not shut our eyes to it, and we faced it with courage. And with many of our other human qualities. We told you where our choice fell. On a person you must not judge.”

“No, a man speaks no evil of his mother. And it must have gone against the grain. She has hidden nothing in her life. Not even her thought.”

“Well, not that,” said Lavinia, smiling. “And not her action to the end. Not long enough for it to do its work. Though she may have thought she had. Well, whatever happens, you will stay with us?”

“Yes, what is the reason for my going? The matter is nothing to Teresa, of course. And I can't afford to be anywhere else. And I persuade myself that my place is at your side.”

“I shall welcome your presence in many situations.”

“There should not be such things. They ought to be forbidden.”

“I shall not try to make them. You need not fear.”

“I did fear a little. I do judge people by myself. And they are often very like me.”

“Lavinia is like none of us,” said Egbert. “She is on her own plane.”

“Well, Father is too much to me, for me to spoil his happiness.”

“You have no ignoble instincts,” said Hugo. “So you don't have to give your life to suppressing them. It can be a great burden. Perhaps it is why I have done nothing else.”

“I have too many. But to yield would mean more loss than gain.”

“Even if you gained your father?”

“I should have lost myself,” said Lavinia.

“I have never thought about losing myself. I will think now. I do feel I am worth keeping.”

“We should all feel it. It is what makes us ourselves. And the new life has to come. It is some time since it actually came.”

“You are the person who ought to have hidden the letter.”

“So I am,” said Lavinia, laughing. “I can't help feeling for the person who did it. I have never felt so lenient towards what we must call a base action.”

“Must we, if it was done by your grandmother?”

“If we call it anything. But we need not talk of it, and will not. It must be forgotten.”

“It was a great change to come at her age,” said Egbert. “If she could not face it, we should hardly blame her. Again at her age.”

“I suppose we must blame her, if she knew what she was doing,” said Lavinia, gravely. “But we will feel she did not.”

“What interest there is in the future!” said Hugo. “It takes so little to enthral me.”

“A certain amount, if this is an example,” said Egbert.

“And why is it called short? Even a day has no end. Think of the one we are living.”

“Oh, let us forget it, and everything about it,” said Lavinia. “And never remember it again. It has been a disordered day.”

CHAPTER VI

“Is she really married to Father this time?” said Leah.

“Now what am I to say?” said Miss Starkie. “Yes, of course she is.”

“So she said
she
,” said Hengist.

“So she will always be here now,” said Agnes.

“Well, I really don't know what word you are to use,” said Miss Starkie.

“What is the good of words that mustn't be used?” said Hengist. “
She
isn't different from any other.”

“It seems it must be,” said Miss Starkie. “I don't know what we should have done without it.”

“You are not often on our side,” said Leah.

“I am always on it. You must be told what you need to know.”

“You don't know this yourself.”

“I don't pretend to,” said Miss Starkie. “Now be ready to welcome your father and—Mrs. Middleton, when they come.”

“Mrs. Middleton is Grandma,” said Leah.

“Your stepmother. She takes your father's name now.”

“Why doesn't he take hers?”

“It is not the custom. The man is the head of the family.”

“He isn't really,” said Hengist. “I suppose, if she liked, we should all be called Chilton.”

“She is Mrs. Middleton,” said Miss Starkie, and said no more.

“I think
she
is really best,” said Leah.

“Well, you prove your opinion. Now be ready to greet—the travellers when they come. Seem to be glad to see them. Now here is the moment.”

“Well, we are with you again,” said Ninian. “Ready to resume our place and our powers. I hope you are resolved to support us.”

“It isn't resuming for
her
,” said Hengist. “He talks in the plural like a royal person.”

“Well, he has the power,” said Leah.

“I am not going to say anything,” said Miss Starkie.

“Are you what is called at the end of your tether?”

“Yes, I am.”

“So you did say something.”

Miss Starkie did not add to it, and Ninian continued.

“Our three generations are complete. I am no longer a solitary figure. The gap in our ranks is filled.”

“They are not complete,” said Leah. “Grandma hasn't a husband. And she and Father aren't a real husband and wife.”

“Don't be foolish; of course they are,” said Miss Starkie.

“What did she say?” said Teresa, smiling at Leah.

“Nothing worth repeating, Mrs. Middleton. There is much to be said for the old ideas about children. I am often tempted to act on them.”

“Yield to the temptation,” said Ninian. “It is not one to be resisted.”

“She will want to see her room,” said Agnes. “Shall I take her to it?”

“Now there is a thing to be said,” said Ninian. “The name is to be
Teresa
for the two elder ones, and
Mamma
for the rest. So now there will be no question.”

“So you have simply to remember,” said Miss Starkie. “And nothing more need be said.”

“It will be easier for you, Miss Starkie,” said Ninian.

“It will open up a new era, Mr. Middleton. I shall not dare to look back on the last one.”

“What is an era?” said Leah.

“A historical period. I used the word ironically. Now we will talk of something else.”

“I suppose
Mamma
is a sort of feeble word for
Mother
?” said Leah, obeying the injunction.

“They mean almost the same.
Mamma
is perhaps a lighter word. Now there is an end of the matter.”

“We shan't have so much to talk about,” said Hengist.

“You will make the best of what there is.”

“How I wish I was not here!” said Hugo to Lavinia. “It is humbling to be forced to stay. And they say poverty is no disgrace. I wonder what put the word into their heads.”

“It is best to get the meeting over. Have you spoken to Teresa?”

“I will speak to her at once. I will try to be a man. I will anyhow be an imitation.”

Hugo went up to Teresa.

“I suppose you hardly recognise me. I am so different from what you thought. And I forgot to ask if I could be your brother. But it did not matter, as I was to become so anyhow. This will do for our first word. I could not leave it to you.”

“Not if I could not recognise you. Now I shall be able to.”

“You will see me as I am. I am always seen in that way. I have had to get used to it. I am grateful to you for trying to see me differently. I have had something in my life. It is more than I expected.”

“We do usually have less. But many of us expect too much. We hardly like to remember what it was.”

“What is the best thing to have?” said Egbert. “We are told it is not wealth and ease. I suppose for fear we should think it was. It is sad how we understand it.”

“Anyone who does not, is without understanding,” said Selina. “I don't mean that I should choose it.”

“You would not dare to mean it,” said Hugo. “I almost believe I should. The best thing about wealth is that it is never shared.”

“It ought to be,” said Lavinia.

“That almost seems to make it better.”

“The good thing about it is the power to share it.”

“But a better one is that the power is not used.”

“I suppose it is not. It is a hard thing to explain.”

“I hardly think it is,” said Ninian. “Wealth is the thing that can be shared. We cannot share looks or gifts or charm. I daresay we should not, if we could. If we had them, I mean.”

“Oh, of course you mean that, Father,” said Lavinia, laughing.

“None of us likes to be copied,” said Egbert. “And I suppose that is trying to share.”

“Trying to steal,” said his grandmother.

“I have always known they were the same,” said Hugo.

“We have not settled on the best thing in life,” said Lavinia.

“Human friendship?” said Egbert.

“But it is sometimes shared,” said Hugo.

“And it is uncertain,” said Teresa. “We want something we cannot lose.”

“A clear conscience?” said Ninian.

“We can surely lose that,” said Lavinia, continuing at once. “Not that many of us do in any real sense.”

“I should have thought we all did,” said Hugo. “Perhaps that shows it is the best. We should naturally lose that.”

“Real achievement?” said Selina.

“But we don't know a case of it,” said Lavinia. “So we can't ask if it is the best. And anyhow no one would dare to answer.”

“It depends what kind of achievement you mean,” said Teresa.

“Not service to humanity,” said Hugo. “No one could feel that the best.”

“Some people might,” said Lavinia. “Those who could give it.”

“People with religion,” said Egbert. “Who feel they will be rewarded in the end.”

“That might be a good thing,” said Hugo. “But from what is said of it, I hardly think the best.”

“Real achievement would be independent of reward,” said Ninian. “The reward would be in itself.”

“I knew there was some drawback,” said Hugo. “Fancy having to provide the reward as well as earn it!”

“It is said that effort is its own reward,” said Lavinia. “Perhaps that is why it often has no other.”

“What should we really choose?” said Ninian. “We have not said.”

“An affection that would last,” said Teresa; “in ourselves as well as in someone else; that would be a basis for our lives.”

“That would be my choice,” said Lavinia.

“Well, may you both have it,” said Selina, in benevolence. “Try to give it to each other.”

“It could hardly be done under instruction.” said Ninian.

“Affection often lasts,” said Hugo. “We don't often have the interest of seeing people lose it. It would always last in me, if they asked it of me. But they might almost think I had none to give.”

“Perhaps they might quite think so,” said Teresa, in a low tone, with a smile.

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