Lisa stood in the door of the drawing room dressed in her brown mackintosh with the collar turned up. A large tartan suitcase stood on the floor beside her. A sunny rainy light rilled the room with a peculiar brightness. Miles was standing by the window.
“Close the door, Lisa.” Lisa made an interrogative gesture, pointing behind her into the hall. “She’s upstairs,” said Miles. “Anyway she doesn’t suppose you’ll leave the house without seeing me!”
”I don’t want to add anything-anything-“
”To her pain? It makes no difference. What about our pain?”
”It’s better not to talk,” said Lisa. She closed the door.
”But we have talked. It was essential.”
”Maybe. But one of the good things is that we haven’t talked more than was essential.”
”You treat this thing-surgically.”
”It’s the only way.”
”It may be the right way. I’m not even sure about that. It’s certainly not the only way. It’s unnatural.”
”What is right is often unnatural.”
”God, you chill my blood, Lisa.”
”I know. I love you, Miles.” She uttered the words coldly.
”I love you. I love you terribly. I’ll love you always to the very end of my life. I shall think about you all the time.”
”Not all the time, Miles.”
”And if you imagine this is the end of the story you’re bloody mistaken. You can’t dispose of a thing of this size in this cool way.”
”I don’t feel cool, Miles. Now I am going to call Diana.”
”No, no, no, not yet.”
Miles crossed the room to the door. As he reached the door Lisa moved back into the room. They faced each other.
”Lisa, take off your coat.”
”No.”
”It’s not too late to decide something else. It will never be too late and it certainly isn’t too late now.”
”No talk,” she said, “no talk. The more we talk the more agony it will be later. And we know that we have no other course of action at all.”
”We’ve discussed it so little.”
”You know what discussion is like in a case like this.”
”Oh Lisa-we’re acting like mad things.”
”See it’s hopeless, Miles, see it. Before you loved me, all right before you knew you loved me, it was possible for me to live here. It was painful, but it was good too. It was a manageable life. But now it would be torture to me, and torture to Diana. And you know you can’t leave Diana. Anyway, you love her. And you can’t run us in two houses. I wouldn’t tolerate it even if you and Diana would. Just see it, see the pattern, see the machine. You can’t struggle against necessity.”
”Is there nothing else, nothing we haven’t thought of?”
”Nothing.”
”I could leave Diana. We haven’t really considered-“
”You couldn’t. Miles, this is just the sort of talk we mustn’t have. We’ve got to go on functioning as people and we can. No one dies of love. It’s all crazy and inflated now. But we’ll feel better in six months’ time, though people in love hate to admit this.”
”I won’t feel better in six months’ time, Lisa. I don’t think you realize how important this is for both of us. It’s something I’ve waited for all my life.”
”I have realized it, Miles. You know how much I love you. And I’ve waited too. I’ve lived for years with this love. I didn’t know it would end like this. Though even if I had known I would still have loved and waited. But we can’t run a course straight into ruin, ruin of Diana, ruin of you, ruin of me. How could we live together, abandoning her? Could you write poetry, could I go on doing any of the things that I do for people, if we were living with an action like that?”
”You say we exaggerate things. Perhaps we exaggerate this thing about Diana. Perhaps she’d be all right, better off-“
”You’re married to Diana, she’s given you her life. It’s not just a calculation.”
”Oh God, I know it’s not just a calculation-“
”You see the case for me now. If we went away together you’d see the case for Diana.”
”It’s that I can’t face it, Lisa, now it’s come. I didn’t believe it before, that was why I allowed you to argue in that way, saying it was all inevitable. Now that there’s something quite unendurable to endure I just know that the argument must be wrong. There must be an alternative. I feel you just can’t be going away, all that terrible long way away-“
”Believe it, Miles, believe it. Look, here is my airplane ticket. London-Calcutta.”
Lisa opened her bag and took out the red airplane ticket. She displayed it, holding it up with her two hands.
”When?”
”It’s better you don’t know. Miles, I love you desperately, I love you more in this moment than ever before. I could faint with it. I love you so much now when I can see that you are beginning to believe that I am going. We must keep this love uncontaminated even if we kill it. Don’t you see?”
”Love and death. It doesn’t seem very romantic to me, Lisa.”
”It’s not romantic, Miles. This is real death. We shall forget each other.”
”No, no, no. You are sacrificing-for Diana and me-too much-“
”I am not sacrificing anything for Diana and you. I make the sacrifice to my own love. I can’t, with so much love, do anything else.”
”You mean accept any compromise?”
”Accept any compromise. The only thing is the impossible thing-if I had only met you before-“
”Oh God, oh God, before, first-Why is it impossible, it can’t be impossible-“
”I won’t be here anymore.”
”We shall meet again.”
”We shall not meet again.”
”You’re going to Parvati’s country.”
”I’ve always wanted to.”
”And there really is this job?”
”Yes. I fixed it all up with the Save the Children Fund people. I’ll be at their office in Calcutta and then somewhere out in the country. I shall have to learn Hindi. I shall be terribly busy.”
”I shall not be busy. I shall be here with grief. I shall be yearning for you.”
”You will be writing poetry. Oh believe it, Miles, see it, accept it.”
”I can’t. It wouldn’t change me, Lisa. I just feel completely crippled by this.”
”You have gods, Miles. They may reward you.”
”They don’t give rewards for this kind of thing.”
”You can’t know that.”
”Will you write to me?”
”No.”
Miles stretched out his hand towards her, drew his fingers along the mackintosh sleeve to the warmth of her wrist. Then quite slowly he took her in his arms. She stood limp in his embrace, only inclining her head onto his shoulder. She said into his coat, “It was my fault, Miles, for coming here at all. I ought never to have come. There are secrets that can’t be kept.”
”I love you. It wasn’t just your secret.”
”I infected you with love.”
”It’s not leprosy. Oh Lisa, this won’t get less. Have some mercy-“ He began to kiss her brow and her cheeks.
She pulled gently away. “We shouldn’t have had this conversation, Miles. You will try to help Diana, won’t you. This will be your task so you won’t be idle. You’ll have to help her positively. She has her pain which is different from ours. Only I mustn’t speak of that.”
”Lisa, don’t talk in that awful tone as if you were condemning us to death.”
”Now I really must go. I’ll call Di.”
”No, no, no, not yet, please-Oh Lisa, there must be more to say-we haven’t arranged anything-I don’t know where you’ll be-we’ll meet again in a few days, when we’ve had time to think things over. I can’t just let you go.”
Lisa opened the door and called, “Diana.”
Diana came slowly down the stairs. She was carefully, even smartly, dressed in blue tweed. She was wearing earrings. She had been crying.
”I’m just going, Di. Don’t be cross with me. And don’t for get to go and see Bruno.”
”Bruno, also, wants you, not me,” said Diana in a strained voice, staring at her sister. “He’ll soon want you. Just hold his hand and stroke him, I mean really stroke him-“
”All right, all right.”
”Di, will you just walk with me as far as the station? No, Miles, don’t you come. Di will just see me to the station. Get your mac, darling, it’s still raining a bit.”
Lisa went across the hall and Diana followed her slowly without looking at Miles. He stood in the doorway and watched them. The hall door was opened revealing the street full of blue rainy light.
”Good-bye, Miles.” The door closed. They were gone. Miles returned to the drawing room and sat down.
He thought, it’s not final. Now I’ve simply got to think. Hope stirred in him, lessening the pain. He looked out through the window into the soaking garden where a little rain was falling through the bright air. She would not say where she was staying, but he could find out. Perhaps Diana knew. Any way he could always fly to Calcutta. She was not really dying, she was not really going away forever. No, no, no, he thought to himself, I will not accept Lisa’s sentence of death.