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oth. The truth is that I was attracted to Rose’s sorrow. Her fragility, her delicacy…even her<br />
weeping. All of these things served to make her somehow finer in my foolish, mawkish eyes.”<br />
“It strikes me as the great mystery of all time,’ Geraldine said, “why a man will ruin<br />
himself in the pursuit of a certain kind of woman.” Her voice held a trace of bitterness, an emotion<br />
she rarely indulged. But even after so many years, the advantages that the Roses of the world held<br />
over the Geraldines of the world still smarted. An intelligent and passionate woman with an<br />
unfortunate face might be packed off to England, and thus obscurity, on the order of a selfish shrew<br />
who chance had blessed with a symmetrical profile and slender waist.<br />
Weaver was looking at her sharply, as if intrigued by this sudden display of anger. “And<br />
I suppose you are suggesting that no woman has ever dashed herself on the rocks out of love for an<br />
unworthy man? I think we need not indulge that fantasy, my dearest, not when we sit here in this<br />
charming little parlor with the truth all around us. Life is never fair, and romantic love is the least<br />
fair of all.”<br />
“So you became her lover in England,” Geraldine said, making no comment on this last<br />
observation. There was no comment to make, for she knew that he was right. “No doubt the very<br />
night she turned to you in tears over her doctors’ damning diagnosis.”<br />
He nodded. “Quite true. And the fact I knew she would not conceive even managed to<br />
alleviate my guilt in taking Roland’s wife into my bed. For this is a man’s greatest fear, you know.<br />
That he will be cuckolded in this most primal way. That he will raise another man’s child, believing<br />
it to be his own.” Weaver reached for his cup of tea. “Upon our return to Bombay, Rose told her<br />
husband quite honestly what her doctors had said, that it was unlikely she would ever become<br />
pregnant. The situation twisted only later, after the uprisings began. Roland wanted to send her back<br />
to England until the danger had passed.”<br />
“As you sent me.”<br />
“As I sent you.”<br />
“To be rid of me.”<br />
In the corner, Tom frowned. Neither of the older people seemed to notice. They had a<br />
score to settle, and not much time to do it.<br />
“My motives were mixed,” Weaver said. “I cared for you, Geraldine, very deeply. You<br />
know the circumstances of our engagement, as well as I do.” He gave another bark of a laugh. “It<br />
was hardly moonlight and lilies, was it, my darling? But once we found ourselves socially yoked, I<br />
found much merit in the idea.”<br />
“Much merit in the idea? You are a sweet talker, Anthony, even now.”<br />
“You have guessed half of the rest already, no doubt,” he said, “but let me tell you just<br />
the same. Yes, you and I may have stumbled into physical intimacy based on my miscalculation, and<br />
then we stumbled into a betrothal based a miscalculation of your own. One might say our entire<br />
relationship was accidental. And yet….once I got used to the idea, I began to see that it might be my<br />
salvation. Rather I should say that I hoped you might be my salvation.”<br />
Geraldine appeared to be absorbed in the trifling task of selecting a biscuit from the tray.<br />
“But you were all youth and strength and charm. Whatever could you have needed saving from?”<br />
“Come now, Gerry, don’t be a fool. I needed what every other man needs. To be pulled<br />
from my smallness, my fear, my tendency to always take the easy downhill road. I needed to be saved<br />
from the darkness in my heart. And you might have done that – been more of an angel of fortune than a<br />
mistake – had it not been for Rose.”<br />
“She did not wish to return to London.”