“Well, I thought I was, and I thought she thought I was.”
“I believe she did, but such a thing is measured by the effect. She's not discouraged.”
“That's her own affair. The reason I asked you to see me was that it appeared to me I ought to tell you frankly that decidedly I can't undertake to produce that effect. In fact I don't want to!”
“It's very good of you, damn you!” my visitor laughed, red and really grave. Then he said: “You would like to see that fellow publicly glorified—perched on the pedestal of a great complimentary fortune?”
“Taking one form of public recognition with another, it seems to me on the whole I could bear it. When I see the compliments that are paid right and left, I ask myself why this one shouldn't take its course. This therefore is what you're entitled to have looked to me to mention to you. I have some evidence that perhaps would be really dissuasive, but I propose to invite Miss Anvoy to remain in ignorance of it.”
“And to invite me to do the same?”
“Oh, you don't require it—you've evidence enough. I speak of a sealed letter which I've been requested to deliver to her.”
“And you don't mean to?”
“There's only one consideration that would make me.”
Gravener's clear, handsome eyes plunged into mine a minute; but evidently without fishing up a clue to this motive—a failure by which I was almost wounded. “What does the letter contain?”