“ ‘His end,’ said I, with dull anger stirring in me, ‘was in every way worthy of his life.’
“ ‘And I was not with him,’ she murmured. My anger subsided before a feeling of infinite pity.
“ ‘Everything that could be done -’ I mumbled.
“ ‘Ah, but I believed in him more than any one on earth - more than his own mother, more than - himself. He needed me! Me! I would have treasured every sigh, every word, every sign, every glance.’
“I felt like a chill grip on my chest. ‘Don’t,’ I said, in a muffled voice.
“ ‘Forgive me. I - I have mourned so long in silence - in silence.... You were with him - to the last? I think of his loneliness. Nobody near to understand him as I would have understood. Perhaps no one to hear....’
“ ‘To the very end,’ I said, shakily. ‘I heard his very last words....’ I stopped in a fright.
“ ‘Repeat them,’ she murmured in a heart-broken tone. ‘I want - I want - something - something - to - to live with.’
“I was on the point of crying at her, ‘Don’t you hear them?’ The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the first whisper of a rising wind. ‘The horror! The horror!’
“ ‘His last word - to live with,’ she insisted. ‘Don’t you understand I loved him - I loved him - I loved him!’
“I pulled myself together and spoke slowly.
“ ‘The last word he pronounced was - your name.’
“I heard a light sigh and then my heart stood still, stopped dead short by an exulting and terrible cry, by the cry of inconceivable triumph and of unspeakable pain. ‘I knew it - I was sure!’... She knew. She was sure. I heard her weeping; she had hidden her face in her hands. It seemed to me that the house would collapse before I could escape, that the heavens would fall upon my head. But nothing happened. The heavens do not fall for such a trifle. Would they have fallen, I wonder, if I had rendered Kurtz that justice which was his due? Hadn’t he said he wanted only justice? But I couldn’t. I could not tell her. It would have been too dark - too dark altogether....”
Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. “We have lost the first of the ebb,” said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky - seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.