Potterism eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about Potterism.

Potterism eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about Potterism.

She listened in silence, drooping and huddled together.  I was reminded pitifully of some soft little animal, caught in a trap and paralysed with fear.

‘Oh,’ she gasped, ’I must, I must, I know I must.  But it’s difficult ...’

I’m not going to repeat the things I said.  They were the usual truisms, and one has to say them.  I had accepted her story now:  it seemed simpler.  The complex part of the business was that at one moment I was simply persuading a frightened and reluctant girl to do the straight and decent and difficult thing, and at the next I was wasting words on an egotist (we’re all that, after all) who was subconsciously enjoying the situation and wanting to prolong it.  One feels the difference always, and it is that duplicity of aim in seekers after advice that occasionally makes one cruel and hard, because it seems the only profitable method.

It must have been ten minutes before I wrung out of her a faltering but definite, ‘I’ll do it.’

Then I stood up.  There was no more time to be wasted.

‘What train can you get?’ I asked her.

‘I don’t know....  The 7.30, perhaps.’  She rose, too, her little wet crumpled handkerchief still in her hand.  I saw she had something else to say.

‘I’ve been so miserable ...’

‘Well, of course.’

‘It’s been on my mind so ...’

What things people of this type give themselves the trouble of saying!

‘Well, it will be off your mind now,’ I suggested.

’Will it?  But it will still be there—­the awful thing I did.  I ought to confess it, oughtn’t I, and get absolution?  I do make my confession, you know, but I’ve never told this, not properly.  I know I ought to have done, but I couldn’t get it out ever—­I put it so that the priest couldn’t understand.  I suppose it was awfully mean and cowardly of me, and I ought to confess it properly.’

But I couldn’t go into that question, not being entirely sure even now what she ought to confess.  I merely said, ’Well, why make confessions at all if you don’t make them properly?’

She only gave her little soft quivering sigh.  It was too difficult a question for her to answer.  And, after all, a foolish one to ask.  Why do we do all the hundreds of things that we don’t do properly?  Reasons are many and motives mixed.

I walked with her to the King’s Cross bus and saw her into it.  We shook hands as we parted, and hers was hot and clinging.  I saw that she was all tense and strung up.

‘Good-bye,’ she whispered.  ’And thank you ever so much for being so good to me.  I’ll do what you told me to-night.  If it kills me, I will.’

‘That’s good,’ I returned.  ‘But it won’t kill you, you know.’

I smiled at her as she got on to the bus, and she smiled pitifully back.

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