mention someone called Martin Leeds？〃 Dr。 Martineau seemed to reflect。 Then realizing that this was a mistake； he said： 〃He told me the essential facts。〃 The poor lady breathed a sigh of relief。 〃I'm glad；〃 she said simply。 She repeated； 〃Yes； I'm glad。 It makes things easier now。〃 Dr。 Martineau looked his enquiry。 〃She wants to come and see him。〃 〃Here？〃 〃Here！ And Helen here！ And the servants noticing everything！ I've never met her。 Never set eyes on her。 For all I know she may want to make a scene。〃 There was infinite dismay in her voice。 Dr。 Martineau was grave。 〃You would rather not receive her？〃 〃I don't want to refuse her。 I don't want even to seem heartless。 I understand； of course； she has a sort of claim。 〃 She sobbed her reluctant admission。 〃I know it。 I know。 。 。 。 There was much between them。〃 Dr。 Martineau pressed the limp hand upon the little tea table。 〃I understand； dear lady；〃 he said。 〃I understand。 Now 。 。 。 suppose _I_ were to write to her and arrangeI do not see that you need be put to the pain of meeting her。 Suppose I were to meet her here myself？ 〃If you COULD！〃 The doctor was quite prepared to save the lady any further distresses； no matter at what trouble to himself。 〃You are so good to me；〃 she said； letting the tears have their way with her。 〃I am silly to cry；〃 she said； dabbing her eyes。 〃We will get it over to…morrow；〃 he reassured her。 〃You need not think of it again。〃 He took over Martin's brief note to Lady Hardy and set to work by telegram to arrange for her visit。 She was in London at her Chelsea flat and easily accessible。 She was to come to the house at mid…day on the morrow； and to ask not for Lady Hardy but for him。 He would stay by her while she was in the house； and it would be quite easy for Lady Hardy to keep herself and her daughter out of the way。 They could； for example； go out quietly to the dressmakers in the closed car； for many little things about the mourning still remained to be seen to。 Section 8 Miss Martin Leeds arrived punctually； but the doctor was well ahead of his time and ready to receive her。 She was ushered into the drawing room where he awaited her。 As she came forward the doctor first perceived that she had a very sad and handsome face； the face of a sensitive youth rather than the face of a woman。 She had fine grey eyes under very fine brows； they were eyes that at other times might have laughed very agreeably； but which were now full of an unrestrained sadness。 Her brown hair was very untidy and parted at the side like a man's。 Then he noted that she seemed to be very untidily dressed as if she was that rare and； to him； very offensive thing； a woman careless of her beauty。 She was short in proportion to her broad figure and her broad forehead。 〃You are Dr。 Martineau？〃 she said。 〃He talked of you。〃 As she spoke her glance went from him to the pictures that stood about the room。 She walked up to the painting and stood in front of it with her distressed gaze wandering about her。 〃Horrible！〃 she said。 〃Absolutely horrible！ 。 。 。 Did SHE do this？〃 Her question disconcerted the doctor very much。 〃You mean Lady Hardy？〃 he asked。 〃She doesn't paint。〃 〃No； no。 I mean； did she get all these things together？ 〃 〃Naturally；〃 said Dr。 Martineau。 〃None of them are a bit like him。 They are like blows aimed at his memory。 Not one has his life in it。 How could she do it？ Look at that idiot statuette！ 。 。 。 He was extraordinarily difficult to get。 I have burnt every photograph I had of him。 For fear that this would happen； that he would go stiff and formaljust as you have got him here。 I have been trying to sketch him almost all the time since he died。 But I can't get him back。 He's gone。〃 She turned to the doctor again。 She spoke to him； not as if she expected him to understand her； but because she had to say these things which burthened her mind to someone。 〃I have done hundreds of sketches。 My room is littered with them。 When you turn them over he seems to be lurking among them。 But not one of them is like him。〃 She was trying to express something beyond her power。 〃It is as if someone had suddenly turned out the light。〃 She followed the doctor upstairs。 〃This was his study；〃 the doctor explained。 〃I know it。 I came here once；〃 she said。 They entered the big bedroom in which the coffined body lay。 Dr。 Martineau； struck by a sudden memory； glanced nervously at the desk； but someone had made it quite tidy and the portrait of Aliss Grammont had disappeared。 Miss Leeds walked straight across to the coffin and stood looking down on the waxen inexpressive dignity of the dead。 Sir Richmond's brows and nose had become sharper and more clear…cut than they had ever been in life and his lips had set into a faint inane smile。 She stood quite still for a long time。 At length she sighed deeply。 She spoke； a little as though she thought aloud； a little as though she talked at that silent presence in the coffin。 〃I think he loved；〃 she said。 〃Sometimes I think he loved me。 But it is hard to tell。 He was kind。 He could be intensely kind and yet he didn't seem to care for you。 He could be intensely selfish and yet he certainly did not care for himself。 。 。 。 Anyhow； I loved HIM。 。 。 。 There is nothing left in me now to love anyone elsefor ever。 。 。 。〃 She put her hands behind her back and looked at the dead man with her head a little on one side。 〃Too kind；〃 she said very softly。 〃There was a sort of dishonesty in his kindness。 He would not let you have the bitter truth。 He would not say he did not love you。 。 。 。 〃He was too kind to life ever to call it the foolish thing it is。 He took it seriously because it takes itself seriously。 He worked for it and killed himself with work for it 。 。 。 。 〃 She turned to Dr。 Martineau and her face was streaming with tears。 〃And life； you know； isn't to be taken seriously。 It is a jokea bad jokemade by some cruel little god who has caught a neglected planet。 。 。 。 Like torturing a stray cat。 。 。 。 But he took it seriously and he gave up his life for it。 〃There was much happiness he might have had。 He was very capable of happiness。 But he never seemed happy。 This work of his came before it。 He overworked and fretted our happiness away。 He sacrificed his happiness and mine。〃 She held out her hands towards the doctor。 〃What am I to do now with the rest of my life？ Who is there to laugh with me now and jest？ 〃I don't complain of him。 I don't blame him。 He did his bestto be kind。 〃But all my days now I shall mourn for him and long for him。 。 。 。 〃 She turned back to the coffin。 Suddenly she lost every vestige of self…control。 She sank down on her knees beside the trestle。 〃Why have you left me！〃 she cried。 〃Oh！ Speak to me； my darling！ Speak to me； I TELL YOU！ Speak to me！〃 It was a storm of passion； monstrously childish and dreadful。 She beat her hands upon the coffin。 She wept loudly and fiercely as a child does。。。。 Dr。 Martineau drifted feebly to the window。 He wished he had locked the door。 The servants might hear and wonder what it was all about。 Always he had feared love for the cruel thing it was； but now it seemed to him for the first time that he realized its monstrous cruelty。
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