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Widdowson, before his marriage, had never suspected the difficulty of understanding a woman; had he spoken his serious belief on that subject, it would have been found to represent the most primitive male conception of the feminine being. Women were very like children; it was rather a task to amuse them and to keep them out of mischief.
They had brought with them a few books, and Widdowson, after breakfast, sat down by the fire to read. Monica first of all wrote a letter to her sister; then, as it was still impossible to go out, she took up one of the volumes that lay on a side-table in their sitting-room, novels left by former lodgers. Her choice was something or other with yellow back.
'Don't you think we ought to be turning back, Mr. Widdowson? 'Yes, we will. I am sorry the time goes so quickly. When a few minutes had passed in silence, he asked, 'Do you feel that I am no longer quite a stranger to you, Miss Madden? 'Yes you have told me so much. 'It's very kind of you to listen so patiently.
Monica, we are not saying good-bye for ever? 'If you send for me I will come. 'You promise faithfully? You will come? 'If you send for me I will come. That was her last word. He opened the door for her, and listened as she departed. Hitherto, Widdowson had entertained no grave mistrust of his wife.
Was she responsible for this? On the Saturday when she was to visit the Bevises she feared lest he should propose to go with her. She wished even to avoid the necessity of telling him where she was going. As she rose from luncheon Widdowson glanced at her. 'I've ordered the trap, Monica. Will you come for a drive? 'I have promised to go into the town. I'm very sorry. 'It doesn't matter.
He was gloomy, and looked at her searchingly. 'I mustn't wait to talk now, Mr. Widdowson. It's very late. 'Very late indeed. It surprised me to see you. 'Surprised you? Why should it? 'I mean that it seemed so very unlikely at this hour. 'Then how could you have hoped to see me? Monica walked on, with an air of displeasure, and Widdowson kept beside her, incessantly eyeing her countenance.
'Oh, she's a decent enough little girl, I can see. But you're a silly fellow for all that. You couldn't have deceived me, you know. If there'd been anything you understand? I should have spotted it at once. 'I don't relish this kind of talk, observed Widdowson acidly. 'In plain English, you supposed I was going to marry some one about whom I couldn't confess the truth. 'Of course I did.
It happened more than once that they saw Widdowson, who walked past the house at least every other day; he didn't approach them, and had he done so Monica would have kept an obstinate silence. For more than a fortnight he had not written to her. At length there came a letter, merely a repetition of his former appeals. 'I hear, he wrote, 'that your elder sister is coming to London.
Unlike his deceased brother, Widdowson had the elements of artistic taste; in furnishing his abode he took counsel with approved decorators, and at moderate cost had made himself a home which presented no original features, but gave no offence to a cultivated eye. The first sight of the rooms pleased Monica greatly. She declared that all was perfect, nothing need be altered.
It doesn't mean what you think. 'What? You go time after time to the private chambers of an unmarried man a man such as that and it means no harm? 'I have never been there before. 'You expect me to believe you? Widdowson cried with savage contumely. He had just loosed his hold of her, and she was upright again before him, her eyes flashing defiance, though every muscle in her frame quivered.
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