In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 864 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

In the Wilderness eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 864 pages of information about In the Wilderness.

“But I do care, I do care.  That’s why I’ve come here.”

“You are right to care if it is so,” said Father Robertson.

“Such lots of women wouldn’t,” she continued, in a quite different, almost cynical, voice.  “But that man is an exceptional man—­not in intellect, but in heart.  And I’m a very happy woman.  Perhaps you wonder what that has to do with it.  Well sometimes I see things through my happiness, just because of it; sometimes I see unhappiness through it.”

Her voice had changed again, had become much softer.  She drew her chair a little nearer to the fire.

“Do you ever receive confessions, Mr. Robertson—­as a priest, I mean?” she asked.

“Yes, very often.”

“They are sacred, I know, even in your church.”

“Yes,” he said, without emphasis.

His lack of emphasis decided her.  Till this moment she had been undecided about a certain thing, although she herself perhaps was not fully aware of her hesitation.

“I want to do a thing that I have never yet done,” she said.  “I want to be treacherous to a friend, to give a friend away.  Will you promise to keep my treachery secret forever?  Will you promise to treat what I am going to tell you about her as if I told it to you in the confessional?”

“If you tell it to me I will.  But why must you tell it to me?  I don’t like treachery.  It’s an ugly thing.”

“I can’t help that.  I really came here just for that—­to be treacherous.”

She looked into the fire and sighed.

“I’ve covered a great sin with my garment,” she murmured slowly, “and I repent me!”

Then, with a look of resolve, she turned to her white-haired companion.

“I’ve got a friend,” she said—­“a woman friend.  Her name is Cynthia Clarke. (I’m in the confessional now!) You may have heard of her.  She was a cause celebre some time ago.  Her husband tried to divorce her, poor man, and failed.”

“No, I never heard her name before,” said Father Robertson.

“You don’t read causes celebres.  You have better things to do.  Well, she’s my friend.  I don’t exactly know why.  Her husband was Councillor in my husband’s Embassy.  But I knew her before that.  We always got on.  She has peculiar fascination—­a sort of strange beauty, a very intelligent mind, and the strongest will I have ever known.  She has virtues of a kind.  She never speaks against other women.  If she knew a secret of mine I am sure she would never tell it.  She is thoroughbred.  I find her a very interesting woman.  There is absolutely no one like her.  She’s a woman one would miss.  That’s on one side.  On the other—­she’s a cruel woman; she’s a consummate hypocrite; she’s absolutely corrupt.  You wonder why she’s my friend?”

“I did not say so.”

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