He contributed nothing to Benham's thought
except attempts at discouragement. He reiterated his declaration
that all the vast stress and change of Russian national life was
going on because it was universally disregarded. "I tell you, as I
told you before, that nobody is attending. You think because all
Moscow, all Russia, is in the picture, that everybody is concerned.
Nobody is concerned. Nobody cares what is happening. Even the men
who write in newspapers and talk at meetings about it don't care.
They are thinking of their dinners, of their clothes, of their
money, of their wives. They hurry home. . . ."
That was his excuse.
Manifestly it was an excuse.
His situation developed into remarkable complications of jealousy
and divided counsels that Benham found altogether incomprehensible.
To Benham in those days everything was very simple in this business
of love. The aristocrat had to love ideally; that was all. He had
to love Amanda. He and Amanda were now very deeply in love again,
more in love, he felt, than they had ever been before.
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