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Arment's shrewdness did not, indeed, imply any latent intellectual power; it suggested, rather, potentialities of feeling, of suffering, perhaps, in a blind rudimentary way, on which Julia's sensibilities naturally declined to linger. She so fully understood her own reasons for leaving him that she disliked to think they were not as comprehensible to her husband.
All his facial changes were slow, and she remembered, suddenly, how it had once diverted her to shift that lumbering scenery with a word. For the first time it struck her that she had been cruel. "There IS a question of help," she said in a softer key: "you can help me; but only by listening... I want to tell you something..." Arment's resistance was not yielding.
"I see now that you didn't understand did you?" Their eyes met in a sudden shock of comprehension: a veil seemed to be lifted between them. Arment's lip trembled. "No," he said, "I didn't understand." She gave a little cry, almost of triumph. "I knew it! I knew it!
There is something I must tell you." Arment continued to scrutinize her. "I am surprised at that," he said. "I should have supposed that any communication you may wish to make could have been made through our lawyers." "Our lawyers!" She burst into a little laugh. "I don't think they could help me this time." Arment's face took on a barricaded look. "If there is any question of help of course "
There is something I must tell you." Arment continued to scrutinize her. "I am surprised at that," he said. "I should have supposed that any communication you may wish to make could have been made through our lawyers." "Our lawyers!" She burst into a little laugh. "I don't think they could help me this time." Arment's face took on a barricaded look. "If there is any question of help of course "
Arment's second marriage did not make traditional morality stir in its sleep. It was known that she had not met her second husband till after she had parted from the first, and she had, moreover, replaced a rich man by a poor one. Though Clement Westall was acknowledged to be a rising lawyer, it was generally felt that his fortunes would not rise as rapidly as his reputation.
All his facial changes were slow, and she remembered, suddenly, how it had once diverted her to shift that lumbering scenery with a word. For the first time it struck her that she had been cruel. "There is a question of help," she said in a softer key: "you can help me; but only by listening... I want to tell you something..." Arment's resistance was not yielding.
"I see now that YOU didn't understand did you?" Their eyes met in a sudden shock of comprehension: a veil seemed to be lifted between them. Arment's lip trembled. "No," he said, "I didn't understand." She gave a little cry, almost of triumph. "I knew it! I knew it!
The Westalls would probably always have to live quietly and go out to dinner in cabs. Could there be better evidence of Mrs. Arment's complete disinterestedness? If the reasoning by which her friends justified her course was somewhat cruder and less complex than her own elucidation of the matter, both explanations led to the same conclusion: John Arment was impossible.
Arment's constraint was increasing visibly. "This this is very unfortunate," he began. "But I should say the law " "The law?" she echoed ironically. "When he asks for his freedom?" "You are not obliged to give it." "You were not obliged to give me mine but you did." He made a protesting gesture. "You saw that the law couldn't help you didn't you?" she went on. "That is what I see now.
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