Alpha Book

Very truly
yours,
"PHILIP SELWYN."
To this letter she wrote an excited and somewhat incoherent reply; and
rereading it in troubled surprise, he began to recognise in it
something of the strange, illogical, impulsive attitude which had
confronted him in the first weeks of his wedded life.
Here was the same minor undertone of unrest sounding ominously through
every line; the same illogical, unhappy attitude which implied so much
and said so little, leaving him uneasy and disconcerted, conscious of
the vague recklessness and veiled reproach--dragging him back from the
present through the dead years to confront once more the old pain, the
old bewilderment at the hopeless misunderstanding between them.
He wrote in answer:
"For the first time in my life I am going to write you some
unpleasant truths. I cannot comprehend what you have written; I
cannot interpret what you evidently imagine I must divine in these
pages--yet, as I read, striving to understand, all the old familiar
pain returns--the hopeless attempt to realise wherein I failed in
what you expected of me.


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