THE SACRED FOUNT
this can't be easy; for as the appearance is inevitably a kind of betrayal, it's in somebody's interest to conceal it."
This Mrs. Brissenden grasped. "Oh, you mean in the lady's?"
"In the lady's most. But also in Long's own, if he's really tender of the lady—which is precisely what our theory posits."
My companion, once roused, was all there. "I see. You call the appearance a kind of betrayal because it points to the relation behind it."
"Precisely."
"And the relation—to do that sort of thing—must be necessarily so awfully intimate."
"Intimissima."
"And kept therefore in the background exactly in that proportion."
"Exactly in that proportion."
"Very well then," said Mrs. Brissenden, "doesn't Mr. Long's tenderness of Lady John quite fall in with what I mentioned to you?"
I remembered what she had mentioned to me. "His making her come down with poor Briss?"
"Nothing less."
"And is that all you go upon?"
"That and lots more."
I thought a minute—but I had been abundantly thinking. "I know what you mean by 'lots.' Is Brissenden in it?"
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