“And you have not come to the end,” said Angus. “You still have to deal with the letter. May I see the answer? Or is it not for any eyes but yours?”
“It had better be only for mine. It can hardly show me to advantage. Refusing something is not a becoming task. It does not put me in the better place.”
“I should hardly have thought he had a claim to it.”
“Well, perhaps in a sense,” said Madeline. “He was anyhow thinking of someone else, and that does not do nothing for it. Though it is hard to see how a deep feeling could arise in so short a time.”
“It could for Hermia. We must see it did,” said Roberta. “She roused love at first sight, really a rare achievement.”
“Especially in a woman of my type,” said Hermia, with a smile. “I could see that Mater thought so. She seemed to be viewing me in a new light.”
“We must all do that in a way,” said Madeline. “It does suggest there is something about you that we missed in our family life. Though that may hardly be the sphere for it.”
“For what arouses feeling at first sight?” said Roberta. “No, it is not the sphere. Its opportunities are different.”
“We must forget the whole thing,” said Hermia. “No one but ourselves is to know about it.”
“It is not anything to be ashamed of,” said Madeline. “Though perhaps hardly a cause for pride. And I think simple openness is best in everything.”
“I am sure it is not,” said Roberta. “So many things are better hidden. What of some of our little actions and most of our thoughts? Is simple openness really the treatment for them?”
“Not for the noble ones,” said Angus. “We remember when they met it, and the embarrassment it caused.”
“I suppose we should not have felt embarrassment,” said Madeline.
“Should we ever feel it?” said Roberta. “The instances of it are seldom morally justified.”
“Well, is the conclave ended?” said Eliza. “Have you come to your decision? Are you prepared for a change in our family life? We ought to be ready for one. The time is ripe.”
“No, no, my dear,” said Sir Robert, looking at the faces.
“You know the decision,” said Hermia. “And it was only I who had to make it.”
“But you made it in haste. You were to reconsider it. Is the result still in the balance?”
“It is what you know. The matter is as if it had not been. It could only have one fate.”
“Well, then, there it is, Hermia,” said Eliza, in another tone. “You will live your life as you have lived it, in doubt and discontent, always seeking for something beyond your range. And this that falls into your hands, and would give you so much, you cast from you as if it were nothing, as if you had something in its stead. And what have you but a chance that a school may succeed, and a poor chance of that?”
“And a poor thing in itself. I see it as a poor thing. It meant a chance of other things, and may still mean a chance of them. Though, as you say, a poor one. I see it as it is.”
Eliza turned and went into the hall and sank into a chair to weep. Her husband followed and she spoke to him through her tears.
“We shall never be free of them, never have our home to ourselves. Always have them here with their judging looks and their set and self-satisfied thoughts. When we were married I did not think of their never leaving us. I thought that in time our home would be our own, that Roberta would be your daughter and would not have the third place. And she will always have it. Things will always be the same.”
“It is not her place with me. You know it, and so does she. And I think so do they.”
“I am not so sure. They feel they have the prior claim. They say it is their birthright, theirs as a matter of course. Their presence is a part of everything. And I did think one of them might be gone.”
“She is doing her best. Your hope is really hers. If she fails it is not her fault. I wish a change could be made, but you know how matters stand. Money is scarce and will remain so.”
“Has she made it any more plentiful? My children ask for little and have less. And this chance she thrusts aside, as if it was one of many. And she may never have another. Why should she have had this?”
“Why indeed? There is no reason. She could not care for the man. The offer was a strange one, and acceptance of it would be stranger. We must put it from our thoughts. You know it has not really been in them. And we should go from the hall, my dear. We shall be overheard.”
“And the snatches that have reached us are enough,” said Hermia. “If we retain any self-respect, we must have had our share. But I daresay we had. It is not an uncommon attribute.”
“It is not,” said Roberta. “Why are we supposed to have it? It is wasted advice when it is always there.”
“Suppose we met someone without it!” said Angus. “It is a good thing to know that we can’t. Unless the self-respect goes further and becomes self-esteem, as can sometimes happen.”
“I think self-respect is always self-esteem,” said Roberta. “I don’t know why it is called anything else.”
“Should we not try to forget what we have heard?” said Madeline. “We must remember that we overheard it.”
“So we should hardly forget it,” said Hermia. “But it told us nothing we did not know. Nothing, that is, about Mater. It yielded a little information about ourselves.”
“I think it told me something I did not know,” said Madeline, in a quiet tone. “That Mater has found us a greater trial in her life than we knew.”
“It does not mean that we have found her any less of one. The relation offered little on either side.”
“I suppose we should remember she had to bring us up.”
“We should hardly forget being brought up by her. I don’t need any reminder.”
“I think she has honestly tried to do her duty by us.”
“Under Father’s eye. What else could she do? And has she met with any great success? You said we should forget what we heard. You seem to have done so.”
“We should be grateful to her for making Father so happy.”
“He can be grateful himself for that. It has done less than nothing for us. His infatuation with her has sent an emptiness through our lives.”
“I know what you mean. But he has hardly been conscious of it. And ought we to talk like this before Angus and Roberta?”
“Why not? We have always done so. They expect and understand it. And we have not said anything that does not go without saying.”
“Then perhaps there was hardly any need to say it.”
“Yes, there was need,” said Roberta. “There are things that have to be said. Or they might really go without saying. And if that could be borne, someone would sometimes bear it.”
“Well, we have had many lessons in our life,” said Madeline. “Perhaps more than we should have had in a more usual one.”
“And they are seldom happy things,” said Hermia. “When someone has had one, it has never been a congenial experience.”
“But we may have salutary ones.”
“I think you must have, to be so improved,” said Roberta! “You could hardly have started like this.”
Eliza returned to the room, moved about in silence for a minute, and spoke in a cold tone.
“You seem to have a good deal to discuss. I thought your question was settled.”
“You were right,” said Hermia. “I am just about to answer the letter.”
“Let me see it again and I will dictate the answer.”
“No, it would not be mine. And you can’t think it should be someone else’s, when you see it as you do.”
Hermia went to a desk and wrote without delay or pause, and was about to fasten the envelope when Eliza turned.
“The answer must not leave my house without my sanction. I am responsible for what is done under my roof.”