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Marlow," she said in an unexpectedly confidential tone: "they are so utterly unsuited for each other." At the moment I did not know how to apply this remark. I thought at first of Fyne and the dog. Then I adjusted it to the matter in hand which was neither more nor less than an elopement. Yes, by Jove!
I had a walk of a mile to take, having dismissed my fly, and meaning, after I had paid my rather aimless visit, to tramp all the way back to Marlow again. As I started, a clock on the inn table struck four. There was a long streak of gold along the horizon of the otherwise dull grey sky, and a rising wind moaned drearily among the bare lower branches of the trees.
If there be a flame in human beings fed by varied ingredients earthly and spiritual which tinge it in different hues, then I seem to see the colour of theirs. It is azure . . . What the devil are you laughing at . . . " Marlow jumped up and strode out of the shadow as if lifted by indignation but there was the flicker of a smile on his lips. "You say I don't know women. Maybe.
But I did not ask Mr Powell anxiously what had happened to Mrs Anthony in the end. I let him go on in his own way feeling that no matter what strange facts he would have to disclose, I was certain to know much more of them than he ever did know or could possibly guess..." Marlow paused for quite a long time. He seemed uncertain as though he had advanced something beyond my grasp.
When men are agape to see how Marlow, Shakespeare, and other play artificers work out their fanciful plots, as they call them, the mind of the spectators is withdrawn from the conduct of their rulers."
Marlow emerged out of the shadow of the bookcase to get himself a cigar from a box which stood on a little table by my side.
It was only when he got out into the now-emptying street that he remembered that he had not got a latchkey. Mrs. Benn was sitting up for him, and received him with a rather sour face. "I didn't know you was going to be late, sir," she said severely. "Mrs. Marlow wrote that you would always be in in good time." Jimmy muttered an apology and took his candle.
I listened, I listened on the watch for the sentence, for the word, that would give me the clew to the faint uneasiness inspired by this narrative that seemed to shape itself without human lips in the heavy night-air of the river. ". . . Yes I let him run on," Marlow began again, "and think what he pleased about the powers that were behind me. I did! And there was nothing behind me!
"But have you discovered all these fine things in the story; or has Mr Powell discovered them to you in his artless talk? Have you two been having good healthy laughs together? Come! Are your sides aching yet, Marlow?" Marlow took no offence at my banter. He was quite serious. "I should not like to say off-hand how much of that there was," he pursued with amusing caution.
Can't tell unless it be to make time pass away after dinner. Charley, my dear chap, your dinner was extremely good, and in consequence these men here look upon a quiet rubber as a tumultuous occupation. They wallow in your good chairs and think to themselves, "Hang exertion. Let that Marlow talk." 'Talk? So be it.
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