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Dear Bradburn, I think I have hit upon the secret of
Robinson’s conduct, so far as it is mysterious. It is that he is thinking of
living again with his wife. You see if they are not together within six months.
If she is as bad as reputed, he doubtless thinks she has been punished enough
to last her the rest of her days. Besides, he is of a relenting disposition.
And be she angel, or be she devil, it is not in human nature that he can have
lived with her twenty five years, and had ten or a dozen children by her,
without feeling some affection for her. It is unnatural too that he should live
all the rest of his days without a woman, and without making any effort to live
again with the only woman he can life with. His saying that he would not have
risked a separation had he no felt sure Mrs. P would come, shows that it was
possible even then for him to live with his wife, and if possible then, how
much more now. He did not dare to tell you himself that he
was going to return to his house, through fear that you would suspect the
motive, and not because he did not intend to do all that he thought right
towards Mrs. P. He leaves it to Foster to tell her. And Foster, being in the
dark about R’s real motives, and supposing that expense is the true one--(and
Robinson, not being yet ready to declare his real motive, holds out the
pretended one of economy)—imitates her on that ground—and brings Robinson into
fault in her eyes. He is reproached—he tries to excuse himself on the ground of
economy, because he dare as yet give no other reason. You take fire—we’ll not
speak to him—insult him—he feels that he has not deserved such treatment at
your hands, and he will not submit to it. He probably also looks upon the contact
with Mrs. P in a very different light from what she does—and I must think he
has some reason for doing so. Probably also he is disappointed in regard
to the society of Mrs. P. He of course wants the society of a woman. But Mrs.
P. is no society for him—has no sympathy with him—and he feels it. Think of these things, and tell me whether
they do not solve the riddle? Yours truly, L. Spooner |