hours of the morning? Had he gone out? Inactivity at last became too much forher.She got up, slipped on her dressing gown and taking a flashlight, she opened her doorand came out into the passage. It was quite dark, no lights had been switched on.Midge turned to the left and came to the head of the staircase. Below all was darktoo. She ran down the stairs and after a moment's hesitation switched on the light inthe hall. Everything was silent. <strong>The</strong> front door was closed and locked. She tried theside door but that too was locked. Edward, then, had not gone out. Where could hebe? And suddenly she raised her head and sniffed. A whiff--a very faint whiffof gas. <strong>The</strong> baize door to the kitchen quarters wasjust ajar. She went through it--a faint light was shining from the open kitchen door.<strong>The</strong> smell of gas ^as much stronger. Midge ran along the passage and into thekitchen. Edward was lying on the floor with his head inside the gas oven which wasturned on full- Midge was a quick practical girl. Her first act was to swing open theshutters. She could not unlatch the window and winding a glass cloth round herarm, she smashed it. <strong>The</strong>n, holding her breath, she stooped down and tugged andpulled Edward out of the gas oven and switched off the taps. He was unconsciousand breathing queerly, but she knew that he could not have been unconscious long.He could only just have gone under. <strong>The</strong> wind sweeping through from the windowto the open doorwas fast dispelling the gas fumes. Midge dragged Edward to a spot near the windowwhere the air would have full play. She sat down and gathered him into her strongyoung arms. She said his name, first softly, then with increasing desperation:"Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward. ..." He stirred, groaned, opened his eyesand looked up at her. He said very faintly, "Gas oven ..." and his eyes wentround to the gas stove. "I know, darling, but why—why?" He was shivering now,his hands were cold and lifeless.He said, "Midge?" <strong>The</strong>re was a kind of wondering surprise and pleasure in hisvoice. She said, "I heard you pass my door . . . I didn't know ... I came down."He sighed--a very long sigh as though from very far away. "Best way out," he said.And then, inexplicably, until she remembered Lucy's conversation on the night of thetragedy, "News of the World." "But, Edward, why--why?" He looked up at herand the blank, cold darkness of his stare frightened her. "Because I know now I'venever been any good. Always a failure. Always ineffectual. It's men like Christowwho do things. <strong>The</strong>y get there and women admire them. I'm nothing--I'm not evenquite alive. I inheritedAinswick and I've enough to live on-- otherwise I'd have gone under. No good at acareer--never much good as a writer. Henrietta didn't want me. No one wanted me.That day--at the Berkeley--I thought--but it was the same story. You couldn't care either,Midge. Even for Ainswick you couldn't put up with me ... So I thought better getout altogether." Her words came with a rush. "Darling, darling. You don't
understand. It was because of Henrietta--because I thought you still loved Henriettaso much." "Henrietta?" He murmured it vaguely, as though speaking of someoneinfinitely remote. "Yes, I loved her very much." And from even farther away sheheard him murmur:"It's so cold ..." "Edward--my darling." Her arms closed round him firmly. Hesmiled at her, murmuring: "You're so warm. Midge--you're so warm. ..."Yes, she thought, that was what despair was. A cold thing--a thing of infinite coldnessand loneliness. She'd never understood until now that despair was a cold thing. Shehad thought of it as something hot and passionate, something violent, a hot-bloodeddesperation. But that was not so. This was despair--this utter outer darkness of coldnessand loneliness. And the sin of despair, that priests talked of, was a cold sin, the sin ofcutting oneself off from all warm and living human contacts. . . . Edward saidagain, "You're so warm, Midge." And suddenly,with a glad proud confidence, she thought. But that's what he wants--that's what I cangive him! <strong>The</strong>y were all cold, the Angkatells; even Henrietta had something in herof the will-o'the-wisp, of the elusive fairy coldness in the Angkatell blood. LetEdward love Henrietta as an intangible and unpossessable dream. It was warmth,permanence, stability that was his real need. It was daily companionship and loveand laughter at Ainswick. She thought. What Edward needs is someone to light afire on his hearth--and / am the person to do that. Edward looked up. He sawMidge's face bending over him, the warm colouring of the skin, the generousmouth, the steady eyes and the dark hair that lay back from herforehead like two wings. He saw Henrietta always as a projection from the Past.In the grown woman he sought and wanted only to see the seventeenyear-old girlhe had first loved. But now, looking up at Midge, he had a queer sense of seeing acontinuous Midge--he saw the schoolgirl with her winged hair springing back intotwo pigtails, he saw its dark waves framing her face now and he saw exactly howthose wings would look when the hair was not dark any longer but grey. . . .Midge, he thought, is real . . . the only real thing I have ever known . . . He felt thewarmth of her, and the strength--dark, pos itive, alive, real! Midge, he thought, is therock on which I can build my life . . . He said, "Darling Midge, I love you so, never leaveme again ..." She bent down to him and he felt thewarmth of her lips on his, felt her love enveloping him, shielding him, and happinessflowered in that cold desert where he had lived alone so long . . . Suddenly Midgesaid, with a shaky laugh-- "Look, Edward, a black beetle has come out to lookat us. Isn't he a nice black beetle? I never thought I could like a black beetle somuch!" She added dreamily: "How odd life is. Here we are sitting on the floorin a kitchen that still smells of gas all amongst the black beetles and feeling that it'sheaven." He murmured dreamily: "I could stay here forever.""We'd better go and get some sleep. It's four o'clock. How on earth are we to explainthat broken window to Lucy?" Fortunately, Midge reflected, Lucy was an
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