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〃Think what？〃 I asked； but without the necessary snap。
〃What we were talking of；〃 she replied wincing； but forgiving me
again。 〃If I once thought that； it was pretty to me while it
lasted and it lasted but a little time。 I have long been sure
that your kindness to me was due to some other reason。〃
〃Ma'am；〃 said I very honestly； 〃I know not what was the reason。
My concern for you was in the beginning a very fragile and even a
selfish thing； yet not altogether selfish； for I think that what
first stirred it was the joyous sway of the little nursery
governess as she walked down Pall Mall to meet her lover。 It
seemed such a mighty fine thing to you to be loved that I thought
you had better continue to be loved for a little longer。 And
perhaps having helped you once by dropping a letter I was charmed
by the ease with which you could be helped； for you must know
that I am one who has chosen the easy way for more than twenty
years。〃
She shook her head and smiled。 〃On my soul；〃 I assured her； 〃I
can think of no other reason。〃
〃A kind heart；〃 said she。
〃More likely a whim；〃 said I。
〃Or another woman；〃 said she。
I was very much taken aback。
〃More than twenty years ago；〃 she said with a soft huskiness in
her voice； and a tremor and a sweetness； as if she did not know
that in twenty years all love stories are grown mouldy。
On my honour as a soldier this explanation of my early solicitude
for Mary was one that had never struck me； but the more I
pondered it now。 I raised her hand and touched it with my lips；
as we whimsical old fellows do when some gracious girl makes us
to hear the key in the lock of long ago。 〃Why； ma'am；〃 I said；
〃it is a pretty notion； and there may be something in it。 Let us
leave it at that。〃
But there was still that accursed dedication； lying； you
remember； beneath the blotting…pad。 I had no longer any desire
to crush her with it。 I wished that she had succeeded in writing
the book on which her longings had been so set。
〃If only you had been less ambitious；〃 I said； much troubled that
she should be disappointed in her heart's desire。
〃I wanted all the dear delicious things；〃 she admitted
contritely。
〃It was unreasonable；〃 I said eagerly； appealing to her
intellect。 〃Especially this last thing。〃
〃Yes；〃 she agreed frankly； 〃I know。〃 And then to my amazement
she added triumphantly； 〃But I got it。〃
I suppose my look admonished her； for she continued
apologetically but still as if she really thought hers had been a
romantic career； 〃I know I have not deserved it； but I got it。〃
〃Oh； ma'am；〃 I cried reproachfully； 〃reflect。 You have not got
the great thing。〃 I saw her counting the great things in her
mind； her wondrous husband and his obscure success； David；
Barbara； and the other trifling contents of her jewel…box。
〃I think I have；〃 said she。
〃Come； madam；〃 I cried a little nettled； 〃you know that there is
lacking the one thing you craved for most of all。〃
Will you believe me that I had to tell her what it was？ And when
I had told her she exclaimed with extraordinary callousness； 〃The
book？ I had forgotten all about the book！〃 And then after
reflection she added； 〃Pooh！〃 Had she not added Pooh I might
have spared her； but as it was I raised the blotting…pad rather
haughtily and presented her with the sheet beneath it。
〃What is this？〃 she asked。
〃Ma'am；〃 said I； swelling； 〃it is a Dedication；〃 and I walked
majestically to the window。
There is no doubt that presently I heard an unexpected sound。
Yet if indeed it had been a laugh she clipped it short； for in
almost the same moment she was looking large…eyed at me and
tapping my sleeve impulsively with her fingers； just as David
does when he suddenly likes you。
〃How characteristic of you；〃 she said at the window。
〃Characteristic；〃 I echoed uneasily。 〃Ha！〃
〃And how kind。〃
〃Did you say kind； ma'am？〃
〃But it is I who have the substance and you who have the shadow；
as you know very well；〃 said she。
Yes； I had always known that this was the one flaw in my
dedication； but how could I have expected her to have the wit to
see it？ I was very depressed。
〃And there is another mistake；〃 said she。
〃Excuse me； ma'am； but that is the only one。〃
〃It was never of my little white bird I wanted to write；〃 she
said。
I looked politely incredulous； and then indeed she overwhelmed
me。 〃It was of your little white bird；〃 she said； 〃it was of a
little boy whose name was Timothy。〃
She had a very pretty way of saying Timothy； so David and I went
into another room to leave her alone with the manuscript of this
poor little book； and when we returned she had the greatest
surprise of the day for me。 She was both laughing and crying；
which was no surprise； for all of us would laugh and cry over a
book about such an interesting subject as ourselves； but said
she； 〃How wrong you are in thinking this book is about me and
mine； it is really all about Timothy。〃
At first I deemed this to be uncommon nonsense； but as I
considered I saw that she was probably right again； and I gazed
crestfallen at this very clever woman。
〃And so；〃 said she； clapping her hands after the manner of David
when he makes a great discovery； 〃it proves to be my book after
all。〃
〃With all your pretty thoughts left out；〃 I answered； properly
humbled。
She spoke in a lower voice as if David must not hear。 〃I had
only one pretty thought for the book；〃 she said； 〃I was to give
it a happy ending。〃 She said this so timidly that I was about to
melt to her when she added with extraordinary boldness； 〃The
little white bird was to bear an olive…leaf in its mouth。〃
For a long time she talked to me earnestly of a grand scheme on
which she had set her heart； and ever and anon she tapped on me
as if to get admittance for her ideas。 I listened respectfully；
smiling at this young thing for carrying it so motherly to me；
and in the end I had to remind her that I was forty…seven years
of age。
〃It is quite young for a man；〃 she said brazenly。
〃My father；〃 said I； 〃was not forty…seven when he died； and I
remember thinking him an old man。〃
〃But you don't think so now； do you？〃 she persisted； 〃you feel
young occasionally； don't you？ Sometimes when you are playing
with David in the Gardens your youth comes swinging back； does it
not？〃
〃Mary A；〃 I cried； grown afraid of the woman； 〃I forbid you to
make any more discoveries to…day。〃
But still she hugged her scheme； which I doubt not was what had
brought her to my rooms。 〃They are very dear women；〃 said she
coaxingly。
〃I am sure；〃 I said； 〃they must be dear women if they are friends
of yours。〃
〃They are not exactly young；〃 she faltered； 〃and perhaps they are
not very pretty〃
But she had been reading so recently about the darling of