I shall soon be well now.
You have carried your point. You have cured your enemy."
"Thank God for that!" Hilda said, and glided away silently.
Sebastian ate his cup of arrowroot in silence; then he looked at me with
wistful, musing eyes. "Cumberledge," he murmured at last; "after all,
I can't help admiring that woman. She is the only person who has ever
checkmated me. She checkmates me every time. Steadfastness is what I
love. Her steadfastness of purpose and her determination move me."
"I wish they would move you to tell the truth," I answered.
He mused again. "To tell the truth!" he muttered, moving his head up and
down. "I have lived for science. Shall I wreck all now? There are
truths which it is better to hide than to proclaim. Uncomfortable
truths--truths that never should have been--truths which help to make
greater truths incredible. But, all the same, I cannot help admiring
that woman. She has Yorke-Bannerman's intellect, with a great deal more
than Yorke-Bannerman's force of will. Such firmness! such energy! such
resolute patience! She is a wonderful creature. I can't help admiring
her!"
I said no more to him just then.
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