"Crystalline for ME.But that's because I know why."I can see again now the long look that, on this, he gave me.I made out already much of what was in it."So then do I!""But how in the world? I know, for myself, HOW I know.""So then do I," he after a moment repeated.
"And can you tell me?"
"Certainly.But what I've already named to you--the torch of your analogy."I turned this over."You've made evidently an admirable use of it.But the wonderful thing is that you seem to have done so without having all the elements."He on his side considered."What do you call all the elements?""Oh, it would take me long to tell you!" I couldn't help laughing at the comparative simplicity with which he asked it."That's the sort of thing we just now spoke of taking a day for.At any rate, such as they are, these elements," I went on, "I believe myself practically in possession of them.But what I don't quite see is how you can be."Well, he was able to tell me."Why in the world shouldn't your analogy have put me?" He spoke with gaiety, but with lucidity."I'm not an idiot either.""I see." But there was so much!
"Did you think I WAS?" he amiably asked.
"No.I see," I repeated.Yet I didn't, really, fully; which he presently perceived.
"You made me think of your view of the Brissenden pair till I could think of nothing else.""Yes--yes," I said."Go on."
"Well, as you had planted the theory in me, it began to bear fruit.
I began to watch them.I continued to watch them.I did nothing but watch them."The sudden lowering of his voice in this confession--as if it had represented a sort of darkening of his consciousness--again amused me."You too? How then we've been occupied! For I, you see, have watched--or had, until Ifound you just now with Mrs.Server everyone, everything BUT you.""Oh, I've watched YOU," said Ford Obert as if he had then perhaps after all the advantage of me."I admit that I made you out for myself to be back on the scent; for I thought I made you out baffled."To learn whether I really had been was, I saw, what he would most have liked; but I also saw that he had, as to this, a scruple about asking me.
What I most saw, however, was that to tell him I should have to understand.
"What scent do you allude to?"
He smiled as if I might have fancied I could fence."Why, the pursuit of the identification that's none of our business--the identification of her lover.""Ah, it's as to that," I instantly replied, "you've judged me baffled?
I'm afraid," I almost as quickly added, "that I must admit I HAVE been.
Luckily, at all events, it IS none of our business.""Yes," said my friend, amused on his side, "nothing's our business that we can't find out.I saw you hadn't found him.And what," Obert continued, "does he matter now?"It took but a moment to place me for seeing that my companion's conviction on this point was a conviction decidedly to respect; and even that amount of hesitation was but the result of my wondering how he had reached it.
"What, indeed?" I promptly replied."But how did you see I had failed?""By seeing that I myself had.For I've been looking too.He isn't here,"said Ford Obert.
Delighted as I was that he should believe it, I was yet struck by the complacency of his confidence, which connected itself again with my observation of their so recent colloquy."Oh, for you to be so sure, has Mrs.Server squared you?""IS he here?" he for all answer to this insistently asked.
I faltered but an instant."No; he isn't here.It's no thanks to one's scruples, but perhaps it's lucky for one's manners.I speak at least for mine.If you've watched," I pursued, "you've doubtless sufficiently seen what has already become of mine.He isn't here, at all events," I repeated, "and we must do without his identity.What, in fact, are we showing each other," I asked, "but that we HAVE done without it?""i have!" my friend declared with supreme frankness and with something of the note, as I was obliged to recognise, of my own constructive joy.
"I've done perfectly without it."
I saw in fact that he had, and it struck me really as wonderful.But I controlled the expression of my wonder."So that if you spoke therefore just now of watching them--""I meant of course "--he took it straight up--"watching the Brissendens.
And naturally, above all," he as quickly subjoined, "the wife."I was now full of concurrence."Ah, naturally, above all, the wife."So far as was required it encouraged him."A woman's lover doesn't matter--doesn't matter at least to anyone but himself, doesn't matter to you or to me or to her--when once she has given him up."It made me, this testimony of his observation, show, in spite of my having by this time so counted on it, something of the vivacity of my emotion.
"She HAS given him up?"
But the surprise with which he looked round put me back on my guard.
"Of what else then are we talking?"
"Of nothing else, of course," I stammered."But the way you see--!"I found my refuge in the gasp of my admiration.
"I do see.But "--he WOULD come back to that--"only through your having seen first.You gave me the pieces.I've but put them together.You gave me the Brissendens--bound hand and foot; and I've but made them, in that sorry state, pull me through.I've blown on my torch, in other words, till, flaring and smoking, it has guided me, through a magnificent chiaroscuro of colour and shadow, out into the light of day."I was really dazzled by his image, for it represented his personal work.
"You've done more than I, it strikes me--and with less to do it with.If I gave you the Brissendens I gave you all I had.""But all you had was immense, my dear man.The Brissendens are immense.""Of course the Brissendens are immense! If they hadn't been immense they wouldn't have been--NOTHING would have been--anything." Then after a pause, "Your image is splendid," I went on--"your being out of the cave.
