"She had not much in life to give her any very special courage for it, or
any great confidence in mankind. That's very true. But this seems an
exaggeration."
"I should like to know what reasons you have to say that," asked Fyne
with offended solemnity. "I really don't see any. But I had sufficient
authority to tell my brother-in-law that if he thought he was going to do
something chivalrous and fine he was mistaken. I can see very well that
he will do everything she asks him to do--but, all the same, it is rather
a pitiless transaction."
For a moment I felt it might be so. Fyne caught sight of an approaching
tram-car and stepped out on the road to meet it. "Have you a more
compassionate scheme ready?" I called after him. He made no answer,
clambered on to the rear platform, and only then looked back. We
exchanged a perfunctory wave of the hand. We also looked at each other,
he rather angrily, I fancy, and I with wonder. I may also mention that
it was for the last time. From that day I never set eyes on the Fynes.
As usual the unexpected happened to me. It had nothing to do with Flora
de Barral. The fact is that I went away. My call was not like her call.
Mine was not urged on me with passionate vehemence or tender gentleness
made all the finer and more compelling by the allurements of generosity
which is a virtue as mysterious as any other but having a glamour of its
own. No, it was just a prosaic offer of employment on rather good terms
which, with a sudden sense of having wasted my time on shore long enough,
I accepted without misgivings. And once started out of my indolence I
went, as my habit was, very, very far away and for a long, long time.
Which is another proof of my indolence. How far Flora went I can't say.
But I will tell you my idea: my idea is that she went as far as she was
able--as far as she could bear it--as far as she had to . . . "