Mike Fletcher eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about Mike Fletcher.

Mike Fletcher eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about Mike Fletcher.

“That was nerves.  I had a long talk with her, and I assure you she quite frightened me.  She spoke about the weariness of living;—­no, not as we talk of it, philosophically; there was a special accent of truth in what she said.  You remember the porter mentioned that she asked if No. 57 was occupied.  I believe that is the room where she used to meet her lover.  I believe they had had a quarrel, and that she went there intent on reconciliation, and finding him gone determined to kill herself.  She told me she had had a lover for the last four years.  I don’t know why she told me—­it was the first time I ever heard a lady admit she had had a lover; but she was in an awful state of nerve excitement, and I think hardly knew what she was saying.  She took the letter out of her bosom and read it slowly.  I couldn’t help seeing it was in a man’s handwriting; it began, ’Ma chere amie!’ I heard her tell her husband to take the brougham; that she would come home in a cab.  However, if my supposition is correct, I hope she burnt the letter.”

“Perhaps that’s what she lit the fire for.  Did you notice if the writing materials had been used?”

“No, I didn’t notice,” said Mike.  “And all so elaborately planned!  Just fancy—­shooting herself in a nice warm bed!  She was determined to do it effectually.  And she must have had the revolver in her pocket the whole time.  I remember now, I had gone out of the room for a moment, and when I came back she was leaning over the chimney-piece, looking at something.”

“I have often thought,” said Harding, “that suicide is the culminating point of a state of mind long preparing.  I think that the mind of the modern suicide is generally filled, saturated with the idea.  I believe that he or she has been given for a long time preceding the act to considering, sometimes facetiously, sometimes sentimentally, the advantages of oblivion.  For a long time an infiltration of desire of oblivion, and acute realization of the folly of living, precedes suicide, and, when the mind is thoroughly prepared, a slight shock or interruption in the course of life produces it, just as an odorous wind, a sight of the sea, results in the poem which has been collecting in the mind.”

“I think you might have the good feeling to forbear,” said Frank; “the present is hardly, I think, a time for epigrams or philosophy.  I wonder how you can talk so....”

“I think Frank is quite right.  What right have we to analyse her motives?”

“Her motives were simple enough; sad enough too, in all conscience.  Why make her ridiculous by forcing her heart into the groove of your philosophy?  The poor woman was miserably deceived; abominably deceived.  You do not know what anguish of mind she suffered.”

“There is nothing to show that she went to the Alexandra to meet a lover beyond the fact of a statement made to Mike in a moment of acute nervous excitement.  We have no reason to think that she ever had a lover.  I never heard her name mentioned in any such way.  Did you, Escott?”

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