Chapters (40)
- THE INSIDE OF THE CUP
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- Contents
- VOLUME 1
- Chapter I - The Waring Problems
- Chapter II - Mr. Langmaid's Mission
- Chapter III - The Primrose Path
- Chapter IV - Some Riddles of the Twentieth Century
- VOLUME 2
- Chapter V - The Rector Has More Food for Thought
- Chapter VI - "Watchman, What of the Night?"
- Chapter VII - The Kingdoms of the World
- Chapter VIII - The Line of Least Resistance
- VOLUME 3
- Chapter IX - The Divine Discontent
- Chapter X - The Messenger in the Church
- Chapter XI - The Lost Parishioner
- Chapter XII - The Woman of the Song
- VOLUME 4
- Chapter XIII - Winterbourne
- Chapter XIV - A Saturday Afternoon
- Chapter XV - The Crucible
- Chapter XVI - Amid the Encircling Gloom
- VOLUME 5
- Chapter XVII - Reconstruction
- Chapter XVIII - The Riddle of Causation
- Chapter XIX - Mr. Goodrich Becomes a Partisan
- VOLUME 6
- Chapter XX - The Arraignment
- Chapter XXI - Alison Goes to Church
- Chapter XXII - "Which Say to the Seers, See Not"
- VOLUME 7
- Chapter XXIII - The Choice
- Chapter XXIV - The Vestry Meets
- Chapter XXV - "Rise, Crowned with Light!"
- Chapter XXVI - The Current of Life
- VOLUME 8
- Chapter XXVII - Retribution
- Chapter XXVIII - Light
- Afterword
"That is why I came out here—to think it over. I didn't love him, and I told him so, but I respected him.
"He never compromised in his art, and I have known him over and over to refuse houses because certain conditions were stipulated. To marry him was an acknowledgment of defeat. I realized that. But I had come to the extremity where I wanted peace—peace and protection. I wanted to put myself irrevocably beyond the old life, which simply could not have gone on, and I saw myself in the advancing years becoming tawdry and worn, losing little by little what I had gained at a price.
"So I came here—to reflect, to see, as it were, if I could find something left in me to take hold of, to build upon, to begin over again, perhaps, by going back to the old associations. I could think of no better place, and I knew that my father would, be going away after a few weeks, and that I should be lone, yet with an atmosphere back of me,—my old atmosphere. That was why I went to church the first Sunday, in order to feel more definitely that atmosphere, to summon up more completely the image of my mother. More and more, as the years have passed, I have thought of her in moments of trouble. I have recovered her as I never had hoped to do in Mr. Bentley. Isn't it strange," she exclaimed wonderingly, "that he should have come into both our lives, with such an influence, at this time?"
"And then I met you, talked to you that afternoon in the garden. Shall I make a complete confession? I wrote to Jennings Howe that very week that I could not marry him."
"You knew!" Hodder exclaimed: "You knew then?"
"Ah, I can't tell what I knew—or when. I knew, after I had seen you, that I couldn't marry him! Isn't that enough?"
He drew in his breath deeply.
"I should be less than a man if I refused to take you, Alison. And—no matter what happens, I can and will find some honest work to support you. But oh, my dear, when I think of it, the nobility and generosity of what you have done appalls me."
"No, no!" she protested, "you mustn't say that! I needed you more than you need me. And haven't we both discovered the world, and renounced it? I can at least go so far as to say that, with all my heart. And isn't marriage truer and higher when man and wife start with difficulties and problems to solve together? It is that thought that brings me the greatest joy, that I may be able to help you.... Didn't you need me, just a little?"