"Can't you guess? You have told us the
facts, and, of course, we believe you; we have done our best to spread
abroad the correct version--but you know what people are. If they're
told they oughtn't to believe the worst, they're disappointed and still
go on believing it so as to comfort themselves."
"You cynical little wretch!" said I.
"But it's true," she urged. "And, after all, even if they were well
disposed, the correct version makes considerable demands on their faith.
Even Letty Farfax--"
"I know! I know!" said I. "Letty Farfax is typical. She would love to
be on the side of the angels, but as she wouldn't meet the best people
there, she ranges herself with the other party."
Presently we dined, and during the meal, when the servants happened
to be out of the room, we continued, snippet-wise, the inconclusive
conversation. Like a good sister Agatha had come to cheer a lonely and
much abused man; like a daughter of Eve she had also come to find out as
much as she possibly could.
"I think I must tell you something which you ought to know," she said.
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