‘It looks as if she were only inexorably human,’ said Mr. Fenellan, crushing a delicious gulp of the wine, that foamed along the channel to flavour.  ’We read of the tester of a bandit-bed; and it flattened unwary recumbents to pancakes.  An escape from the like of that seems pleadable, should be:  none but the drowsy would fail to jump out and run, or the insane.’

Mr. Radnor was taken with the illustration of his case.  ’For the sake of my sanity, it was! to preserve my . . . . but any word makes nonsense of it.  Could—­I must ask you—­could any sane man—­you were abroad in those days, horrible days! and never met her:  I say, could you consent to be tied—­I admit the vow, ceremony, so forth-tied to—­I was barely twenty-one:  I put it to you, Fenellan, was it in reason an engagement—­which is, I take it, a mutual plight of faith, in good faith; that is, with capacity on both sides to keep the engagement:  between the man you know I was in youth and a more than middle-aged woman crazy up to the edge of the cliff—­as Colney says half the world is, and she positively is when her spite is roused.  No, Fenellan, I have nothing on my conscience with regard to the woman.  She had wealth:  I left her not one penny the worse for—­but she was not one to reckon it, I own.  She could be generous, was, with her money.  If she had struck this blow—­I know she thought of it:  or if she would strike it now, I could not only forgive her, I could beg forgiveness.’

A sight of that extremity fetched prickles to his forehead.

‘You’ve borne your part bravely, my friend.’

‘I!’ Mr. Radnor shrugged at mention of his personal burdens.  ’Praise my Nataly if you like!  Made for one another, if ever two in this world!  You know us both, and do you doubt it?  The sin would have been for us two to meet and—­but enough when I say, that I am she, she me, till death and beyond it:  that’s my firm faith.  Nataly teaches me the religion of life, and you may learn what that is when you fall in love with a woman.  Eighteen-nineteen-twenty years!’

Tears fell from him, two drops.  He blinked, bugled in his throat, eyed his watch, and smiled:  ’The finishing glass!  We should have had to put Colney to bed.  Few men stand their wine.  You and I are not lamed by it; we can drink and do business:  my first experience in the City was, that the power to drink—­keeping a sound head—­conduces to the doing of business.’

‘It’s a pleasant way of instructing men to submit to their conqueror.’

‘If it doubles the energies, mind.’

’Not if it fiddles inside.  I confess to that effect upon me.  I’ve a waltz going on, like the snake with the tail in his mouth, eternal; and it won’t allow of a thought upon Investments.’

‘Consult me to-morrow,’ said Mr. Radnor, somewhat pained for having inconsiderately misled the man he had hitherto helpfully guided.  ’You’ve looked at the warehouse?’

‘That’s performed.’