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For many hours Margaret did nothing;then she controlled herself,and wrote some letters.She was too bruised to speak to Henry;she could pity him,and even determine to marry him,but as yet all lay too deep in her heart for speech.On the surface the sense of his degradation was too strong.She could not command voice or look,and the gentle words that she forced out through her pen seemed to proceed from some other person.

"My dearest boy,"she began,"this is not to part us.It is everything or nothing,and I mean it to be nothing.

It happened long before we ever met,and even if it had happened since,I should be writing the same,I hope.I do understand."But she crossed out "I do understand";it struck a false note.Henry could not bear to be understood.She also crossed out,"It is everything or nothing."Henry would resent so strong a grasp of the situation.She must not comment;comment is unfeminine.

"I think that'll about do,"she thought.

Then the sense of his degradation choked her.

Was he worth all this bother?To have yielded to a woman of that sort was everything,yes,it was,and she could not be his wife.

She tried to translate his temptation into her own language,and her brain reeled.Men must be different,even to want to yield to such a temptation.

Her belief in comradeship was stifled,and she saw life as from that glass saloon on the Great Western,which sheltered male and female alike from the fresh air.Are the sexes really races,each with its own code of morality,and their mutual love a mere device of Nature to keep things going?Strip human intercourse of the proprieties,and is it reduced to this?Her judgment told her no.She knew that out of Nature's device we have built a magic that will win us immortality.Far more mysterious than the call of sex to sex is the tenderness that we throw into that call;far wider is the gulf between us and the farmyard than between the farm-yard and the garbage that nourishes it.We are evolving,in ways that Science cannot measure,to ends that Theology dares not contemplate.

"Men did produce one jewel,"the gods will say,and,saying,will give us immortality.Margaret knew all this,but for the moment she could not feel it,and transformed the marriage of Evie and Mr.Cahill into a carnival of fools,and her own marriage--too miserable to think of that,she tore up the letter,and then wrote another:Dear Mr.Bast,I have spoken to Mr.Wilcox about you,as I promised,and am sorry to say that he has no vacancy for you.Yours truly,M.J.Schlegel She enclosed this in a note to Helen,over which she took less trouble than she might have done;but her head was aching,and she could not stop to pick her words:Dear Helen,Give him this.The Basts are no good.

Henry found the woman drunk on the lawn.I am having a room got ready for you here,and will you please come round at once on getting this?

The Basts are not at all the type we should trouble about.I may go round to them myself in the morning,and do anything that is fair.M In writing this,Margaret felt that she was being practical.