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.Gilbert knew the type, and hadno liking for this particular specimen, whoever B.M.might be.Here hewas again."Went with B.M.to the Tower of London.He saidrevolution is bound to come.He said we live in a Fool's Paradise."That was just the kind of thing B.M.would say--Gilbert could hear him.He could also see him quite distinctly--a stubby little man, with arough beard, red tie, dressed as they always did in tweeds, who hadnever done an honest day's work in his life.Surely Angela had the senseto see through him? He read on."B.M.said some very disagreeablethings about--" The name was carefully scratched out."I told him Iwould not listen to any more abuse of--" Again the name was obliterated.Could it have been his own name? Was that why Angela covered the page soquickly when he came in? The thought added to his growing dislike ofB.M.He had had the impertinence to discuss him in this very room.Why hadAngela never told him? It was very unlike her to conceal anything; shehad been the soul of candour.He turned the pages, picking out everyfile:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txt (117 of 131)15/2/2004 19:26:21 file:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txtreference to B.M."B.M.told me the story of his childhood.His motherwent out charring.When I think of it, I can hardly bear to go onliving in such luxury.Three guineas for one hat!" If only she haddiscussed the matter with him, instead of puzzling her poor little headabout questions that were much too difficult for her to understand! Hehad lent her books.KARL MARX, THE COMING REVOLUTION.The initials B.M.,B.M., B.M., recurred repeatedly.But why never the full name?There was an informality, an intimacy in the use of initials that wasvery unlike Angela.Had she called him B.M.to his face? He read on."B.M.came unexpectedly after dinner.Luckily, I was alone." That wasonly a year ago."Luckily"--why luckily?--"I was alone." Where had hebeen that night? He checked the date in his engagement book.It had beenthe night of the Mansion House dinner.And B.M.and Angela had spentthe evening alone! He tried to recall that evening.Was she waiting upfor him when he came back? Had the room looked just as usual? Were thereglasses on the table? Were the chairs drawn close together? He couldremember nothing--nothing whatever, nothing except his own speech at theMansion House dinner.It became more and more inexplicable to him--thewhole situation; his wife receiving an unknown man alone.Perhaps thenext volume would explain.Hastily he reached for the last of thediaries--the one she had left unfinished when she died.There, on thevery first page, was that cursed fellow again."Dined alone withB.M.He became very agitated.He said it was time we understood eachother.I tried to make him listen.But he would not.He threatenedthat if I did not." the rest of the page was scored over.She hadwritten "Egypt.Egypt.Egypt," over the whole page.He could not makeout a single word; but there could be only one interpretation: thescoundrel had asked her to become his mistress.Alone in his room! Theblood rushed to Gilbert Clandon's face.He turned the pages rapidly.What had been her answer? Initials had ceased.It was simply "he" now."He came again.I told him I could not come to any decision.Iimplored him to leave me." He had forced himself upon her in this veryhouse.But why hadn't she told him? How could she have hesitated for aninstant? Then: "I wrote him a letter." Then pages were left blank.Thenthere was this: "No answer to my letter." Then more blank pages; andthen this: "He has done what he threatened." After that--what came afterthat? He turned page after page.All were blank.But there, on the veryday before her death, was this entry: "Have I the courage to do it too?"That was the end.Gilbert Clandon let the book slide to the floor.He could see her infront of him.She was standing on the kerb in Piccadilly.Her eyesstared; her fists were clenched.Here came the car.file:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txt (118 of 131)15/2/2004 19:26:21 file:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txtHe could not bear it.He must know the truth.He strode to thetelephone."Miss Miller!" There was silence.Then he heard someone moving in theroom."Sissy Miller speaking"--her voice at last answered him."Who," he thundered, "is B.M.?"He could hear the cheap clock ticking on her mantelpiece; then a longdrawn sigh.Then at last she said:"He was my brother."He WAS her brother; her brother who had killed himself."Is there," heheard Sissy Miller asking, "anything that I can explain?""Nothing!" he cried."Nothing!"He had received his legacy.She had told him the truth.She had steppedoff the kerb to rejoin her lover.She had stepped off the kerb to escapefrom him.TOGETHER AND APARTMrs.Dalloway introduced them, saying you will like him.Theconversation began some minutes before anything was said, for both Mr.Serle and Miss Arming looked at the sky and in both of their minds thesky went on pouring its meaning though very differently, until thepresence of Mr.Serle by her side became so distinct to Miss Anning thatshe could not see the sky, simply, itself, any more, but the sky shoredup by the tall body, dark eyes, grey hair, clasped hands, the sternmelancholy (but she had been told "falsely melancholy") face of RoderickSerle, and, knowing how foolish it was, she yet felt impelled to say:"What a beautiful night!"file:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txt (119 of 131)15/2/2004 19:26:21 file:///D|/Meus%20documentos/Virginia%20Woolf%20-%20Selected%20Short%20Stories.txtFoolish! Idiotically foolish! But if one mayn't be foolish at the age offorty in the presence of the sky, which makes the wisest imbecile--merewisps of straw--she and Mr.Serle atoms, motes, standing there at Mrs.Dalloway's window, and their lives, seen by moonlight, as long as aninsect's and no more important."Well!" said Miss Anning, patting the sofa cushion emphatically.Anddown he sat beside her
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