Oh you great silly boy Jeff Campbell,
sure I love you, oh you silly stupid, my own boy Jeff Campbell. Yes
I love you and I certainly never won't say it one more time to-night
Jeff, now you hear me."
Yes Jeff Campbell heard her, and he tried hard to believe her. He did
not really doubt her but somehow it was wrong now, the way Melanctha
said it. Jeff always now felt baffled with Melanctha. Something, he
knew, was not right now in her. Something in her always now was making
stronger the torment that was tearing every minute at the joy he once
always had had with her.
Always now Jeff wondered did Melanctha love him. Always now he was
wondering, was Melanctha right when she said, it was he had made all
their beginning. Was Melanctha right when she said, it was he had the
real responsibility for all the trouble they had and still were having
now between them. If she was right, what a brute he always had been in
his acting. If she was right, how good she had been to endure the
pain he had made so bad so often for her. But no, surely she had made
herself to bear it, for her own sake, not for his to make him happy.
Surely he was not so twisted in all his long thinking. Surely he
could remember right what it was had happened every day in their long
loving. Surely he was not so poor a coward as Melanctha always seemed
to be thinking. Surely, surely, and then the torment would get worse
every minute in him.
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