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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.
"I should like to be," he answered. "She interests me." If there be a distinction in being misunderstood, it was one denied to Julia Westall when she left her first husband. Every one was ready to excuse and even to defend her. The world she adorned agreed that John Arment was "impossible," and hostesses gave a sigh of relief at the thought that it would no longer be necessary to ask him to dine.
I came to ask you to forgive me... for not understanding that YOU didn't understand... That's all I wanted to say." She rose with a vague sense that the end had come, and put out a groping hand toward the door. Arment stood motionless. She turned to him with a faint smile. "You forgive me?" "There is nothing to forgive " "Then will you shake hands for good-by?"
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.
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 "
For a moment her voice failed her, and she imagined herself thrust out before she could speak; but as she was struggling for a word, Arment pushed a chair forward, and said quietly: "You are not well." The sound of his voice steadied her. It was neither kind nor unkind a voice that suspended judgment, rather, awaiting unforeseen developments.
I came to ask you to forgive me...for not understanding that you didn't understand... That's all I wanted to say." She rose with a vague sense that the end had come, and put out a groping hand toward the door. Arment stood motionless. She turned to him with a faint smile. "You forgive me?" "There is nothing to forgive " "Then will you shake hands for good-by?"
But she noted this insensibly: her one conscious thought was that, now she was face to face with him, she must not let him escape till he had heard her. Every pulse in her body throbbed with the urgency of her message. She went up to him as he drew back. "I must speak to you," she said. Arment hesitated, red and stammering. Julia glanced at the footman, and her look acted as a warning.
You wondered you tried to tell me but no words came... You saw your life falling in ruins...the world slipping from you...and you couldn't speak or move!" She sank down on the chair against which she had been leaning. "Now I know now I know," she repeated. "I am very sorry for you," she heard Arment stammer. She looked up quickly. "That's not what I came for. I don't want you to be sorry.
"I thought it was a fundamental article of our creed that the special circumstances produced by marriage were not to interfere with the full assertion of individual liberty." He paused a moment. "I thought that was your reason for leaving Arment." She flushed to the forehead. It was not like him to give a personal turn to the argument. "It was my reason," she said simply.
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