"You can never in any
bargain ensure people getting what they expect to get--because to do that
you'd have to give all of them sense--but in most you can to a certain
extent see that they're allowed to keep what they actually did get. In
marriage you can't. Something of this sort happens and the whole
understanding on which the arrangement was based breaks down."
"Do people marry on understandings?" asked Dick doubtfully.
"The only way of getting anything like justice for her is that he should
die. You must see that?"
"I don't know anything about it," said Dick morosely, "but I hear there's
no particular likelihood of his dying if he obeys orders and keeps
quiet."
"Just so, just so," said Morewood. "That's exactly what I mean. Do you
suppose she'd ever have taken him if he'd been going to keep quiet? You
know why you took him up; well, she did just the same. You know what you
found him; she's found him just the same. What's left now? The _role_ of
a loving nurse! She's not born a nurse; and how in the devil's name is
she to be expected to love him?"
Dick Benyon found no answer to questions which put with a brutal
truthfulness the salient facts of the position.
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