You understand what I mean."
Fyne mumbled between his teeth that he understood. But he did not seem
interested. What he expected of me was to extricate him from a difficult
situation. I don't know how far credible this may sound, to less solemn
married couples, but to remain at variance with his wife seemed to him a
considerable incident. Almost a disaster.
"It looks as though I didn't care what happened to her brother," he said.
"And after all if anything . . . "
I became a little impatient but without raising my tone:
"What thing?" I asked. "The liability to get penal servitude is so far
like genius that it isn't hereditary. And what else can be objected to
the girl? All the energy of her deeper feelings, which she would use up
vainly in the danger and fatigue of a struggle with society may be turned
into devoted attachment to the man who offers her a way of escape from
what can be only a life of moral anguish. I don't mention the physical
difficulties."
Glancing at Fyne out of the corner of one eye I discovered that he was
attentive. He made the remark that I should have said all this to his
wife.
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