g, having known her now long enough to have
established a hundred small traditions. It was one of his proofs to
himself, the present he made her on her birthday, that he hadn't sunk
into real selfishness. It was mostly nothing more than a small trinket,
but it was always fine of its kind, and he was regularly careful to pay
for it more than he thought he could afford. "Our habit saves you, at
least, don't you see? because it makes you, after all, for the vulgar,
indistinguishable from other men. What's the most inveterate mark of men
in general? Why the capacity to spend endless time with dull women--to
spend it I won't say without being bored, but without minding that they
are, without being driven off at a tangent by it; which comes to the same
thing. I'm your dull woman, a part of the daily bread for which you pray
at church. That covers your tracks more than anything."

"And what covers yours?" asked Marcher, whom his dull woman could mostly
to this extent amuse. "I see of course what you mean by your saving me,
in this way and that, so far as other people are concerned--I've seen it
all along. Only what is it that saves _you_? I often think, you know,
of that."

She looked as if she sometimes thought of that too, but rather in a
different way. "Where other people, you mean, are concerned?"

"Well, you're really so in with me, you know--as a sort of result of my
being so in with yourself. I mean of my having such an immense regard
for you, being so tremendously mindful of all you've done for me. I
sometimes ask myself if it's quite fair. Fair I mean to have so involved
and--since one may say it--interested you. I almost feel as if you
hadn't really had time to do anything else."

"Anything else but be interested?" she asked. "Ah what else does one
ever want to be? If I've been 'watching' with you, as we long ago agreed
I was to do, watching's always in itself an absorption."

"Oh certainly," John Marcher said, "if you hadn't had your curiosity--!
Only doesn't it sometimes come to you as time goes on that your curiosity
isn't being particularly repaid?"

May Bartram had a pause. "Do you ask that, by any chance, because you
feel at all that yours isn't? I mean because you have to wait so long."

Oh he understood what she meant! "For the thing to happen that never
does happen? For the Beast to jump out? No, I'm just where I was about
it. It isn't a matter as to which I can _choose_, I can d