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He tried it in that form； and it was simply disgusting； the attitude
stiff and swelling； and the diction affected and unnatural。 With a quick
reversion to the impossible first type； he recast his letter in what was
now the only possible shape。
〃MY DEAR MISS BROWN； The editor of the American Miscellany has
sent me a copy of his recent letter to you and your own reply； and
has remanded to me an affair which resulted from my going to him
with your request to see the close of my story now publishing in his
magazine。
〃After giving the matter my best thought； I have concluded that it
will be well to enclose all the exhibits to you； and I now do this
in the hope that a serious study of them will enable you to share my
surprise at the moral and social conditions in which the business
could originate。 I willingly leave with you the question which is
the more trustworthy； your letter to me or your letter to him； or
which the more truly represents the interesting diversity of your
nature。 I confess that the first moved me more than the second；
and I do not see why I should not tell you that as soon as I had
your request I went with it to Mr。 Armiger and did what I could to
prompt his compliance with it。 In putting these papers out of my
hands； I ought to acknowledge that they have formed a temptation to
make literary use of the affair which I shall now be the better
fitted to resist。 You will； of course； be amused by the ease with
which you could abuse my reliance on your good faith； and I am sure
you will not allow any shame for your trick to qualify your pleasure
in its success。
〃It will not be necessary for you to acknowledge this letter and its
enclosures。 I will register the package； so that it will not fail
to reach you； and I will return any answer of yours unopened； or； if
not recognizably addressed； then unread。
〃Yours sincerely；
〃P。 S。 VERRIAN。〃
He read and read again these lines； with only the sense of their
insufficiency in doing the effect of the bitterness in his heart。 If the
letter was insulting； it was by no means as insulting as he would have
liked to make it。 Whether it would be wounding enough was something that
depended upon the person whom he wished to wound。 All that was proud and
vain and cruel in him surged up at the thought of the trick that had been
played upon him； and all that was sweet and kind and gentle in him； when
he believed the trick was a genuine appeal； turned to their counter
qualities。 Yet； feeble and inadequate as his letter was； he knew that
he could not do more or worse by trying； and he so much feared that by
waiting he might do less and better that he hurried it into the post at
once。 If his mother had been at hand he would have shown it her；
though he might not have been ruled by her judgment of it。 He was glad
that she was not with him； for either she would have had her opinion of
what would be more telling； or she would have insisted upon his delaying
any sort of reply； and he could not endure the thought of difference
or delay。
He asked himself whether he should let her see the rough first draft of
his letter or not； and he decided that he would not。 But when she came
into his study on her return he showed it her。
She read it in silence； and then she seemed to temporize in asking；
〃Where are her two letters？〃
〃I've sent them back with the answer。〃
His mother let the paper drop from her hands。 〃Philip！ You haven't sent
this！〃
〃Yes； I have。 It wasn't what I wanted to make it； but I wished to get
the detestable experience out of my mind； and it was the best I could do
at the moment。 Don't you like it？〃
〃Oh〃 She seemed beginning to say something； but without saying anything
she took the fallen leaf up and read it again。
〃Well！〃 he demanded； with impatience。
〃Oh； you may have been right。 I hope you've not been wrong。〃
〃Mother！〃
〃She deserved the severest things you could say； and yet〃
〃Well？〃
〃Perhaps she was punished enough already。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I don't like your being…vindictive。〃
〃Vindictive？〃
〃Being so terribly just； then。〃 She added； at his blank stare； 〃This is
killing； Philip。〃
He gave a bitter laugh。 〃I don't think it will kill her。 She isn't that
kind。〃
〃She's a girl；〃 his mother said； with a kind of sad absence。
〃But not a single…minded girl； you warned me。 I wish I could have taken
your warning。 It would have saved me from playing the fool before myself
and giving myself away to Armiger； and letting him give himself away。
I don't think Miss Brown will suffer much before she dies。 She will 'get
together；' as she calls it； with that other girl and have 'a real good
time' over it。 You know the village type and the village conditions；
where the vulgar ignorance of any larger world is so thick you could cut
it with a knife。 Don't be troubled by my vindictiveness or my justice；
mother！ I begin to think I have done justice and not fallen short of it；
as I was afraid。〃
Mrs。 Verrian sighed； and again she gave his letter back to her son。
〃Perhaps you are right； Philip。 She is probably so tough as not to feel
it very painfully。〃
〃She's not so tough but she'll be very glad to get out of it so lightly。
She has had a useful scare； and I've done her a favor in making the scare
a sharp one。 I suppose；〃 Verrian mused； 〃that she thinks I've kept
copies of her letters。〃
〃Yes。 Why didn't you？〃 his mother asked。
Verrian laughed； only a little less bitterly than before。 〃I shall begin
to believe you're all alike； mother。
I didn't keep copies of her letters because I wanted to get her and her
letters out of my mind； finally and forever。 Besides； I didn't choose。
to emulate her duplicity by any sort of dissimulation。
〃I see what you mean；〃 his mother said。 〃And； of course； you have taken
the only honorable way。〃
Then they were both silent for a time； thinking their several thoughts。
Verrian broke the silence to say； 〃I wish I knew what sort of 'other
girl' it was that she 'got together with。'〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because she wrote a more cultivated letter than this magnanimous
creature who takes all the blame to herself。〃
〃Then you don't believe they're both the same？〃
〃They are both the same in stationery and chirography； but not in
literature。〃
〃I hope you won't get to thinking about her； then；〃 his mother entreated；
intelligibly but not definitely。
〃Not seriously；〃 Verrian reassured her。 〃I've had my medicine。〃
V。
Continuity is so much the lesson of experience that in the course of a
life by no means long it becomes the instinctive expectation。 The event
that has happened will happen again； it will prolong itself in a series
of recurrences by which each one's episode shares in the unending history
of all。 The sense of this is so pervasive that humanity refuses to
accept death itself as final。 In the agonized affections； the shattered
hopes； of those who remain；