Not of her lovers; their
day was over; but of him, because he was the one man she saw. Also
because she bore his name and was therefore bound to him.
On every other subject she was perfectly sane. When we were left alone
together she said: "The worst of it is that I know my 'madness' will
only be temporary. It is a malady incident to my age. One day it will
pass away. One day I shall have got through the inevitable phase. But
how does that help me now?"
No, it was no more help to her than the dreadful paint with which she
plastered her haggard features.
It was not the least use to her....
Her death is the best thing that could have happened, for her own sake
and for those belonging to her. But I cannot take my thoughts off the
hours which preceded her end; the time that passed between the moment
when she decided to commit suicide until she actually carried out her
resolve.
* * * * *
"If men suspected ..."
It may safely be said that on the whole surface of the globe not one man
exists who really knows a woman.
Pages:
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58