'I did not kill her,' he said. 'I watched her, I said nothing, I let her laugh.
We got into the car together and drove away.
And she knew I would do as she suggested: come here to Manderley, throw the place open, entertain, have our marriage spoken of as the success of the century.
She knew I would sacrifice pride, honour, personal feelings, every damned quality on earth, rather than stand before our little world after a week of marriage and have them know the things about her that she had told me then.
She knew I would never stand in a divorce court and give her away, have fingers pointing at us, mud flung at us in the newspapers, all the people who belong down here whispering when my name was mentioned, all the trippers from Kerrith trooping to the lodge gates, peering into the grounds and saying,
"That's where he lives, in there.
That's Manderley.
That's the place that belongs to the chap who had that divorce case we read about.
Do you remember what the judge said about his wife…?" '
He came and stood before me.
He held out his hands.
'You despise me, don't you?' he said.
'You can't understand my shame, and loathing and disgust?'
I did not say anything.
I held his hands against my heart.
I did not care about his shame.
None of the things that he had told me mattered to me at all.
I clung to one thing only, and repeated it to myself, over and over again. Maxim did not love Rebecca.
He had never loved her, never, never.
They had never known one moment's happiness together. Maxim was talking and I listened to him, but his words meant nothing to me.
I did not really care.
'I thought about Manderley too much,' he said.
'I put Manderley first, before anything else. And it does not prosper, that sort of love.
They don't preach about it in the churches.
Christ said nothing about stones, and bricks, and walls, the love that a man can bear for his plot of earth, his soil, his little kingdom.
It does not come into the Christian creed.'
'My darling,' I said, 'my Maxim, my love.'
I laid his hands against my face, I put my lips against them.
'Do you understand?' he said, 'do you, do you?'
'Yes,' I said, 'my sweet, my love.'
But I looked away from him so he should not see my face.
What did it matter whether I understood him or not?
My heart was light like a feather floating in the air.
He had never loved Rebecca.
'I don't want to look back on those years,' he said slowly.
'I don't want even to tell you about them.
The shame and the degradation.
The lie we lived, she and I.
The shabby, sordid farce we played together.
Before friends, before relations, even before the servants, before faithful, trusting creatures like old Frith.
They all believed in her down here, they all admired her, they never knew how she laughed at them behind their backs, jeered at them, mimicked them.
I can remember days when the place was full for some show or other, a garden party, a pageant, and she walked about with a smile like an angel on her face, her arm through mine, giving prizes afterwards to a little troop of children; and then the day afterwards she would be up at dawn driving to London, streaking to that flat of hers by the river like an animal to its hole in the ditch, coming back here at the end of the week, after five unspeakable days.
Oh, I kept to my side of the bargain all right. I never gave her away.
Her blasted taste made Manderley the thing it is today.
The gardens, the shrubs, even the azaleas in the Happy Valley; do you think they existed when my father was alive?
God, the place was a wilderness; lovely, yes, wild and lonely with a beauty of its own, yes, but crying out for skill and care and the money that he would never give to it, that I would not have thought of giving to it — but for Rebecca.
Half the stuff you see here in the rooms was never here originally.
The drawing-room as it is today, the morning-room — that's all Rebecca.
Those chairs that Frith points out so proudly to the visitors on the public day, and that panel of tapestry — Rebecca again.
Oh, some of the things were here admittedly, stored away in back rooms — my father knew nothing about furniture or pictures — but the majority was bought by Rebecca.