She shrank, poor creature, even from his smile. There was, as she thought, something contemptuous in the good-humor of it.
“We have been to many places,” she reminded him, “and we have got tired of them together.”
He got up and approached the bell. “I think the journey has a little over-tired you,” he resumed. “Would you like to go to your room?”
He waited a little, and answered her as quietly as ever. “What I really wish,” he said, “is that we had consulted a doctor while we were in London. You seem to be very easily irritated of late. I observe a change in you, which I willingly attribute to the state of your health--”
She interrupted him. “What change do you mean?”
“It’s quite possible I may be mistaken, Sydney. But I have more than once, as I think, seen something in your manner which suggests that you distrust me.”
“I distrust the evil life we are leading,” she burst out, “and I see the end of it coming. Oh, I don’t blame you! You are kind and considerate, you do your best to hide it; but you have lived long enough with me to regret the woman whom you have lost. You begin to feel the sacrifice you have made--and no wonder. Say the word, Herbert, and I release you.”
She hesitated--first inclined, then afraid, to believe him. “I have grace enough left in me,” she went on, “to feel the bitterest repentance for the wrong that I have done to Mrs. Linley. When it ends, as it must end, in our parting, will you ask your wife--?”
Even his patience began to fail him; he refused--firmly, not angrily--to hear more. “She is no longer my wife,” he said.
Sydney’s bitterness and Sydney’s penitence were mingled, as opposite emotions only _can_ be mingled in a woman’s breast. “Will you ask your wife to forgive you?” she persisted.
“After we have been divorced at her petition?” He pointed to the window as he said it. “Look at the sea. If I was drowning out yonder, I might as well ask the sea to forgive me.”
He produced no effect on her. She ignored the Divorce; her passionate remorse asserted itself as obstinately as ever. “Mrs. Linley is a good woman,” she insisted; “Mrs. Linley is a Christian woman.”
“I have lost all claim on her--even the claim to remember her virtues,” he answered, sternly. “No more of it, Sydney! I am sorry I have disappointed you; I am sorry if you are weary of me.”