THE SACRED FOUNT
"Why? On the very system you yourself laid down. When we took him for brilliant, she couldn't be. But now that we see him as he is———"
"We can only see her also as she is?" Well, I tried, as far as my amusement would permit, so to see her; but still there were difficulties. "Possibly!" I at most conceded. "Do you owe your discovery, however, wholly to my system? My system, where so much made for protection," I explained, "wasn't intended to have the effect of exposure."
"It appears to have been at all events intended," my companion returned, "to have the effect of driving me to the wall; and the consequence of that effect is nobody's fault but your own."
She was all logic now, and I could easily see, between my light and my darkness, how she would remain so. Yet I was scarce satisfied. "And it's only on 'that effect'———?"
"That I've made up my mind?" She was positively free at last to enjoy my discomfort. "Wouldn't it be surely, if your ideas were worth anything, enough? But it isn't," she added, "only on that. It's on something else."
I had after an instant extracted from this the single meaning it could appear to yield. "I'm to understand that you know?"
"That they're intimate enough for anything?" She faltered, but she brought it out. "I know."
It was the oddest thing in the world for a little,
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