ofopen
disagreement
,
but
their
conversations
frequently
ended
,
by
tacit
mutual
consent
,
at
a
point
which
threatened
divergence
;
and
in
Yule
's
case
every
such
warning
was
a
cause
of
intense
irritation
.
He
feared
to
provoke
Marian
,
and
this
fear
was
again
a
torture
to
his
pride
.
Beyond
the
fact
that
his
daughter
was
in
constant
communication
with
the
Miss
Milvains
,
he
knew
,
and
could
discover
,
nothing
of
the
terms
on
which
she
stood
with
the
girls
'
brother
,
and
this
ignorance
was
harder
to
bear
than
full
assurance
of
a
disagreeable
fact
would
have
been
.
That
a
man
like
Jasper
Milvain
,
whose
name
was
every
now
and
then
forced
upon
his
notice
as
a
rising
periodicalist
and
a
faithful
henchman
of
the
unspeakable
Fadge
—
that
a
young
fellow
of
such
excellent
prospects
should
seriously
attach
himself
to
a
girl
like
Marian
seemed
to
him
highly
improbable
,
save
,
indeed
,
for
the
one
consideration
,
that
Milvain
,
who
assuredly
had
a
very
keen
eye
to
chances
,
might
regard
the
girl
as
a
niece
of
old
John
Yule
,
and
therefore
worth
holding
in
view
until
it
was
decided
whether
or
not
she
would
benefit
by
her
uncle
's
decease
.
Fixed
in
his
antipathy
to
the
young
man
,
he
would
not
allow
himself
to
admit
any
but
a
base
motive
on
Milvain
's
side
,
if
,
indeed
,
Marian
and
Jasper
were
more
to
each
other
than
slight
acquaintances
;
and
he
persuaded
himself
that
anxiety
for
the
girl
's
welfare
was
at
least
as
strong
a
motive
with
him
as
mere
prejudice
against
the
ally
of
Fadge
,
and
,
it
might
be
,
the
reviewer
of
'
English
Prose
.
'
Milvain
was
quite
capable
of
playing
fast
and
loose
with
a
girl
,
and
Marian
,
owing
to
the
peculiar
circumstances
of
her
position
,
would
easily
be
misled
by
the
pretence
of
a
clever
speculator
.
That
she
had
never
spoken
again
about
the
review
in
The
Current
might
receive
several
explanations
.
Perhaps
she
had
not
been
able
to
convince
herself
either
for
or
against
Milvain
's
authorship
;
perhaps
she
had
reason
to
suspect
that
the
young
man
was
the
author
;
perhaps
she
merely
shrank
from
reviving
a
discussion
in
which
she
might
betray
what
she
desired
to
keep
secret
.
This
last
was
the
truth
.
Finding
that
her
father
did
not
recur
to
the
subject
,
Marian
concluded
that
he
had
found
himself
to
be
misinformed
.
But
Yule
,
though
he
heard
the
original
rumour
denied
by
people
whom
in
other
matters
he
would
have
trusted
,
would
not
lay
aside
the
doubt
that
flattered
his
prejudices
.
If
Milvain
were
not
the
writer
of
the
review
,
he
very
well
might
have
been
;
and
what
certainty
could
be
arrived
at
in
matters
of
literary
gossip
?
There
was
an
element
of
jealousy
in
the
father
's
feeling
.
If
he
did
not
love
Marian
with
all
the
warmth
of
which
a
parent
is
capable
,
at
least
he
had
more
affection
for
her
than
for
any
other
person
,
and
of
this
he
became
strongly
aware
now
that
the
girl
seemed
to
be
turning
from
him
.
If
he
lost
Marian
,
he
would
indeed
be
a
lonely
man
,
for
he
considered
his
wife
of
no
account
.
Intellectually
again
,
he
demanded
an
entire
allegiance
from
his
daughter
;
he
could
not
bear
to
think
that
her
zeal
on
his
behalf
was
diminishing
,
that
perhaps
she
was
beginning
to
regard
his
work
as
futile
and
antiquated
in
comparison
with
that
of
the
new
generation
.
Yet
this
must
needs
be
the
result
of
frequent
intercourse
with
such
a
man
as
Milvain
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
remarked
it
in
her
speech
and
manner
,
and
at
times
he
with
difficulty
restrained
himself
from
a
reproach
or
a
sarcasm
which
would
have
led
to
trouble
.
Had
he
been
in
the
habit
of
dealing
harshly
with
Marian
,
as
with
her
mother
,
of
course
his
position
would
have
been
simpler
.
But
he
had
always
respected
her
,
and
he
feared
to
lose
that
measure
of
respect
with
which
she
repaid
him
.
Already
he
had
suffered
in
her
esteem
,
perhaps
more
than
he
liked
to
think
,
and
the
increasing
embitterment
of
his
temper
kept
him
always
in
danger
of
the
conflict
he
dreaded
.
Marian
was
not
like
her
mother
;
she
could
not
submit
to
tyrannous
usage
.
Warned
of
that
,
he
did
his
utmost
to
avoid
an
outbreak
of
discord
,
constantly
hoping
that
he
might
come
to
understand
his
daughter
's
position
,
and
perhaps
discover
that
his
greatest
fear
was
unfounded
.
Twice
in
the
course
of
the
summer
he
inquired
of
his
wife
whether
she
knew
anything
about
the
Milvains
.
But
Mrs.
Yule
was
not
in
Marian
's
confidence
.
'
I
only
know
that
she
goes
to
see
the
young
ladies
,
and
that
they
do
writing
of
some
kind
.
'
'
She
never
even
mentions
their
brother
to
you
?
'
'
Never
.
I
have
n't
heard
his
name
from
her
since
she
told
me
the
Miss
Milvains
were
n't
coming
here
again
.
'
He
was
not
sorry
that
Marian
had
taken
the
decision
to
keep
her
friends
away
from
St.
Paul
's
Crescent
,
for
it
saved
him
a
recurring
annoyance
;
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
if
they
had
continued
to
come
,
he
would
not
have
been
thus
completely
in
the
dark
as
to
her
intercourse
with
Jasper
;
scraps
of
information
must
now
and
then
have
been
gathered
by
his
wife
from
the
girls
'
talk
.
Throughout
the
month
of
July
,
he
suffered
much
from
his
wonted
bilious
attacks
,
and
Mrs.
Yule
had
to
endure
a
double
share
of
his
illtemper
,
that
which
was
naturally
directed
against
her
,
and
that
of
which
Marian
was
the
cause
.
In
August
things
were
slightly
better
;
but
with
the
return
to
labour
came
a
renewal
of
Yule
's
sullenness
and
savageness
.
Sundry
pieces
of
illluck
of
a
professional
kind
—
warnings
,
as
he
too
well
understood
,
that
it
was
growing
more
and
more
difficult
for
him
to
hold
his
own
against
the
new
writers
—
exasperated
his
quarrel
with
destiny
.
The
gloom
of
a
cold
and
stormy
September
was
doubly
wretched
in
that
house
on
the
far
borders
of
Camden
Town
,
but
in
October
the
sun
reappeared
and
it
seemed
to
mollify
the
literary
man
's
mood
.
Just
when
Mrs.
Yule
and
Marian
began
to
hope
that
this
long
distemper
must
surely
come
to
an
end
,
there
befell
an
incident
which
,
at
the
best
of
times
,
would
have
occasioned
misery
,
and
which
in
the
present
juncture
proved
disastrous
.
It
was
one
morning
about
eleven
.
Yule
was
in
his
study
;
Marian
was
at
the
Museum
;
Mrs.
Yule
had
gone
shopping
.
There
came
a
sharp
knock
at
the
front
door
,
and
the
servant
,
on
opening
,
was
confronted
with
a
decently-dressed
woman
,
who
asked
in
a
peremptory
voice
if
Mrs.
Yule
was
at
home
.
'
No
?
Then
is
Mr.
Yule
?
'
'
Yes
,
mum
,
but
I
'm
afraid
he
's
busy
.
'
'
I
do
n't
care
!
I
must
see
him
.
Say
that
Mrs.
Goby
wants
to
see
him
at
once
.
'
The
servant
,
not
without
apprehensions
,
delivered
this
message
at
the
door
of
the
study
.
'
Mrs
.
Goby
?
Who
is
Mrs.
Goby
?
'
exclaimed
the
man
of
letters
,
irate
at
the
disturbance
.
There
sounded
an
answer
out
of
the
passage
,
for
the
visitor
had
followed
close
.
'
I
am
Mrs.
Goby
,
of
the
'
Olloway
Road
,
wife
of
Mr.
C
.
O
.
Goby
,
'
aberdasher
.
I
just
want
to
speak
to
you
,
Mr.
Yule
,
if
you
please
,
seeing
that
Mrs.
Yule
is
n't
in
.
'
Yule
started
up
in
fury
,
and
stared
at
the
woman
,
to
whom
the
servant
had
reluctantly
given
place
.
'
What
business
can
you
have
with
me
?
If
you
wish
to
see
Mrs.
Yule
,
come
again
when
she
is
at
home
.
'
'
No
,
Mr.
Yule
,
I
will
not
come
again
!
'
cried
the
woman
,
red
in
the
face
.
'
I
thought
I
might
have
had
respectable
treatment
here
,
at
all
events
;
but
I
see
you
're
pretty
much
like
your
relations
in
the
way
of
behaving
to
people
,
though
you
do
wear
better
clothes
,
and
—
I
s'pose
—
call
yourself
a
gentleman
.
I
wo
n't
come
again
,
and
you
shall
just
hear
what
I
've
got
to
say
.
'
She
closed
the
door
violently
,
and
stood
in
an
attitude
of
robust
defiance
.
'
What
's
all
this
about
?
'
asked
the
enraged
author
,
overcoming
an
impulse
to
take
Mrs.
Goby
by
the
shoulders
and
throw
her
out
—
though
he
might
have
found
some
difficulty
in
achieving
this
feat
.
'
Who
are
you
?
And
why
do
you
come
here
with
your
brawling
?
'
'
I
'm
the
respectable
wife
of
a
respectable
man
—
that
's
who
I
am
,
Mr.
Yule
,
if
you
want
to
know
.
And
I
always
thought
Mrs.
Yule
was
the
same
,
from
the
dealings
we
've
had
with
her
at
the
shop
,
though
not
knowing
any
more
of
her
,
it
's
true
,
except
that
she
lived
in
St.
Paul
's
Crezzent
.
And
so
she
may
be
respectable
,
though
I
ca
n't
say
as
her
husband
behaves
himself
very
much
like
what
he
pretends
to
be
.
But
I
ca
n't
say
as
much
for
her
relations
in
Perker
Street
,
'
Olloway
,
which
I
s'pose
they
're
your
relations
as
well
,
at
least
by
marriage
.
And
if
they
think
they
're
going
to
insult
me
,
and
use
their
blackguard
tongues
—
'
'
What
are
you
talking
about
?
'
shouted
Yule
,
who
was
driven
to
frenzy
by
the
mention
of
his
wife
's
humble
family
.
'
What
have
I
to
do
with
these
people
?
'
'
What
have
you
to
do
with
them
?
I
s'pose
they
're
your
relations
,
ai
n't
they
?
And
I
s'pose
the
girl
Annie
Rudd
is
your
niece
,
ai
n't
she
?
At
least
,
she
's
your
wife
's
niece
,
and
that
comes
to
the
same
thing
,
I
've
always
understood
,
though
I
dare
say
a
gentleman
as
has
so
many
books
about
him
can
correct
me
if
I
've
made
a
mistake
.
'
She
looked
scornfully
,
though
also
with
some
surprise
,
round
the
volumed
walls
.
'
And
what
of
this
girl
?
Will
you
have
the
goodness
to
say
what
your
business
is
?
'
'
Yes
,
I
will
have
the
goodness
!
I
s'pose
you
know
very
well
that
I
took
your
niece
Annie
Rudd
as
a
domestic
servant
'
—
she
repeated
thi
precise
definition
—
'
as
a
domestic
servant
,
because
Mrs.
Yule
'
appened
to
arst
me
if
I
knew
of
a
place
for
a
girl
of
that
kind
,
as
had
n't
been
out
before
,
but
could
be
trusted
to
do
her
bes
to
give
satisfaction
to
a
good
mistress
?
I
s'pose
you
know
that
?
'
'
I
know
nothing
of
the
kind
.
What
have
I
to
do
with
servants
?
'
Well
,
whether
you
've
much
to
do
with
them
or
little
,
that
's
how
it
was
.
And
nicely
she
's
paid
me
out
,
has
your
niece
,
Miss
Rudd
.
Of
all
the
trouble
I
ever
had
with
a
girl
!
And
now
when
she
's
run
away
back
'
ome
,
and
when
I
take
the
trouble
to
go
arfter
her
,
I
'm
to
be
insulted
and
abused
as
never
was
!
Oh
,
they
're
a
nice
respectable
family
,
those
Rudds
!
Mrs.
Rudd
—
that
's
Mrs.
Yule
's
sister
—
what
a
nice
,
polite-spoken
lady
she
is
,
to
be
sure
?
If
I
was
to
repeat
the
language
—
but
there
,
I
would
n't
lower
myself
.
And
I
've
been
a
brute
of
a
mistress
;
I
ill-use
my
servants
,
and
I
do
n't
give
'
em
enough
to
eat
,
and
I
pay
'
em
worse
than
any
woman
in
London
!
That
's
what
I
've
learnt
about
myself
by
going
to
Perker
Street
,
'
Olloway
.
And
when
I
come
here
to
ask
Mrs.
Yule
what
she
means
by
recommending
such
a
creature
,
from
such
a
'
ome
,
I
get
insulted
by
her
gentleman
husband
.
'
Yule
was
livid
with
rage
,
but
the
extremity
of
his
scorn
withheld
him
from
utterance
of
what
he
felt
.
'
As
I
said
,
all
this
has
nothing
to
do
with
me
.
I
will
let
Mrs.
Yule
know
that
you
have
called
.
I
have
no
more
time
to
spare
.
'
Mrs.
Goby
repeated
at
still
greater
length
the
details
of
her
grievance
,
but
long
before
she
had
finished
Yule
was
sitting
again
at
his
desk
in
ostentatious
disregard
of
her
.
Finally
,
the
exasperated
woman
flung
open
the
door
,
railed
in
a
loud
voice
along
the
passage
,
and
left
the
house
with
an
alarming
crash
.
It
was
not
long
before
Mrs.
Yule
returned
.
Before
taking
off
her
things
,
she
went
down
into
the
kitchen
with
certain
purchases
,
and
there
she
learnt
from
the
servant
what
had
happened
during
her
absence
.
Fear
and
trembling
possessed
her
—
the
sick
,
faint
dread
always
excited
by
her
husband
's
wrath
—
but
she
felt
obliged
to
go
at
once
to
the
study
.
The
scene
that
took
place
there
was
one
of
ignoble
violence
on
Yule
's
part
,
and
,
on
that
of
his
wife
,
of
terrified
self-accusation
,
changing
at
length
to
dolorous
resentment
of
the
harshness
with
which
she
was
treated
.
When
it
was
over
,
Yule
took
his
hat
and
went
out
.
He
did
not
return
for
the
mid-day
meal
,
and
when
Marian
,
late
in
the
afternoon
,
came
back
from
the
Museum
,
he
was
still
absent
.
Not
finding
her
mother
in
the
parlour
,
Marian
called
at
the
head
of
the
kitchen
stairs
.
The
servant
answered
,
saying
that
Mrs.
Yule
was
up
in
her
bedroom
,
and
that
she
did
n't
seem
well
.
Marian
at
once
went
up
and
knocked
at
the
bedroom
door
.
In
a
moment
or
two
her
mother
came
out
,
showing
a
face
of
tearful
misery
.
'
What
is
it
,
mother
?
What
's
the
matter
?
'
They
went
into
Marian
's
room
,
where
Mrs.
Yule
gave
free
utterance
to
her
lamentations
.
'
I
ca
n't
put
up
with
it
,
Marian
!
Your
father
's
too
hard
with
me
.
I
was
wrong
,
I
dare
say
,
and
I
might
have
known
what
would
have
come
of
it
,
but
he
could
n't
speak
to
me
worse
if
I
did
him
all
the
harm
I
could
on
purpose
.
It
's
all
about
Annie
,
because
I
found
a
place
for
her
at
Mrs.
Goby
's
,
in
the
'
Olloway
Road
;
and
now
Mrs.
Goby
's
been
here
and
seen
your
father
,
and
told
him
she
's
been
insulted
by
the
Rudds
,
because
Annie
went
off
home
,
and
she
went
after
her
to
make
inquiries
.
And
your
father
's
in
such
a
passion
about
it
as
never
was
.
That
woman
Mrs.
Goby
rushed
into
the
study
when
he
was
working
;
it
was
this
morning
,
when
I
happened
to
be
out
.
And
she
throws
all
the
blame
on
me
for
recommending
her
such
a
girl
.
And
I
did
it
for
the
best
,
that
I
did
!
Annie
promised
me
faithfully
she
'd
behave
well
,
and
never
give
me
trouble
,
and
she
seemed
thankful
to
me
,
because
she
was
n't
happy
at
home
.
And
now
to
think
of
her
causing
all
this
disturbance
!
I
ought
n't
to
have
done
such
a
thing
without
speaking
about
it
to
your
father
;
but
you
know
how
afraid
I
am
to
say
a
word
to
him
about
those
people
.
And
my
sister
's
told
me
so
often
I
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
myself
,
never
helping
her
and
her
children
;
she
thinks
I
could
do
such
a
lot
if
I
only
liked
.
And
now
that
I
did
try
to
do
something
,
see
what
comes
of
it
!
'
Marian
listened
with
a
confusion
of
wretched
feelings
.
But
her
sympathies
were
strongly
with
her
mother
;
as
well
as
she
could
understand
the
broken
story
,
her
father
seemed
to
have
no
just
cause
for
his
pitiless
rage
,
though
such
an
occasion
would
be
likely
enough
to
bring
out
his
worst
faults
.
'
Is
he
in
the
study
?
'
she
asked
.
'
No
;
he
went
out
at
twelve
o'clock
,
and
he
's
never
been
back
since
.
I
feel
as
if
I
must
do
something
;
I
ca
n't
bear
with
it
,
Marian
.
He
tells
me
I
'm
the
curse
of
his
life
—
yes
,
he
said
that
.
I
ought
n't
to
tell
you
,
I
know
I
ought
n't
;
but
it
's
more
than
I
can
bear
.
I
've
always
tried
to
do
my
best
,
but
it
gets
harder
and
harder
for
me
.
But
for
me
,
he
'd
never
be
in
these
bad
tempers
;
it
's
because
he
ca
n't
look
at
me
without
getting
angry
.
He
says
I
've
kept
him
back
all
through
his
life
;
but
for
me
,
he
might
have
been
far
better
off
than
he
is
.
It
may
be
true
;
I
've
often
enough
thought
it
.
But
I
ca
n't
bear
to
have
it
told
me
like
that
,
and
to
see
it
in
his
face
every
time
he
looks
at
me
.
I
shall
have
to
do
something
.
He
'd
be
glad
if
only
I
was
out
of
his
way
.
'
'
Father
has
no
right
to
make
you
so
unhappy
,
'
said
Marian
.
'
I
ca
n't
see
that
you
did
anything
blameworthy
;
it
seems
to
me
that
it
was
your
duty
to
try
and
help
Annie
,
and
if
it
turned
out
unfortunately
,
that
ca
n't
be
helped
.
You
ought
n't
to
think
so
much
of
what
father
says
in
his
anger
;
I
believe
he
hardly
knows
what
he
does
say
.
Do
n't
take
it
so
much
to
heart
,
mother
.
'
'
I
've
tried
my
best
,
Marian
,
'
sobbed
the
poor
woman
,
who
felt
that
even
her
child
's
sympathy
could
not
be
perfect
,
owing
to
the
distance
put
between
them
by
Marian
's
education
and
refined
sensibilities
.
'
I
've
always
thought
it
was
n't
right
to
talk
to
you
about
such
things
,
but
he
's
been
too
hard
with
me
to-day
.
'
'
I
think
it
was
better
you
should
tell
me
.
It
ca
n't
go
on
like
this
;
I
feel
that
just
as
you
do
.
I
must
tell
father
that
he
is
making
our
lives
a
burden
to
us
.
'
'
Oh
,
you
must
n't
speak
to
him
like
that
,
Marian
!
I
would
n't
for
anything
make
unkindness
between
you
and
your
father
;
that
would
be
the
worst
thing
I
'd
done
yet
.
I
'd
rather
go
away
and
work
for
my
own
living
than
make
trouble
between
you
and
him
.
'
'
It
is
n't
you
who
make
trouble
;
it
's
father
.
I
ought
to
have
spoken
to
him
before
this
;
I
had
no
right
to
stand
by
and
see
how
much
you
suffered
from
his
ill-temper
.
'
The
longer
they
talked
,
the
firmer
grew
Marian
's
resolve
to
front
her
father
's
tyrannous
ill-humour
,
and
in
one
way
or
another
to
change
the
intolerable
state
of
things
.
She
had
been
weak
to
hold
her
peace
so
long
;
at
her
age
it
was
a
simple
duty
to
interfere
when
her
mother
was
treated
with
such
flagrant
injustice
.
Her
father
's
behaviour
was
unworthy
of
a
thinking
man
,
and
he
must
be
made
to
feel
that
.
Yule
did
not
return
.
Dinner
was
delayed
for
half
an
hour
,
then
Marian
declared
that
they
would
wait
no
longer
.
The
two
made
a
sorry
meal
,
and
afterwards
went
together
into
the
sitting-room
.
At
eight
o'clock
they
heard
the
front
door
open
,
and
Yule
's
footstep
in
the
passage
.
Marian
rose
.
'
Do
n't
speak
till
to-morrow
!
'
whispered
her
mother
,
catching
at
the
girl
's
arm
.
'
Let
it
be
till
to-morrow
,
Marian
!
'
'
I
must
speak
!
We
ca
n't
live
in
this
terror
.
'
She
reached
the
study
just
as
her
father
was
closing
the
door
behind
him
.
Yule
,
seeing
her
enter
,
glared
with
blood-shot
eyes
;
shame
and
sullen
anger
were
blended
on
his
countenance
.
'
Will
you
tell
me
what
is
wrong
,
father
?
'
Marian
asked
,
in
a
voice
which
betrayed
her
nervous
suffering
,
yet
indicated
the
resolve
with
which
she
had
come
.
'
I
am
not
at
all
disposed
to
talk
of
the
matter
,
'
he
replied
,
with
the
awkward
rotundity
of
phrase
which
distinguished
him
in
his
worst
humour
.
'
For
information
you
had
better
go
to
Mrs.
Goby
—
or
a
person
of
some
such
name
—
in
Holloway
Road
.
I
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
it
.
'
'
It
was
very
unfortunate
that
the
woman
came
and
troubled
you
about
such
things
.
But
I
ca
n't
see
that
mother
was
to
blame
;
I
do
n't
think
you
ought
to
be
so
angry
with
her
.
'
It
cost
Marian
a
terrible
effort
to
address
her
father
in
these
terms
.
When
he
turned
fiercely
upon
her
,
she
shrank
back
and
felt
as
if
strength
must
fail
her
even
to
stand
.
'
You
ca
n't
see
that
she
was
to
blame
?
Is
n't
it
entirely
against
my
wish
that
she
keeps
up
any
intercourse
with
those
low
people
?
Am
I
to
be
exposed
to
insulting
disturbance
in
my
very
study
,
because
she
chooses
to
introduce
girls
of
bad
character
as
servants
to
vulgar
women
?
'
'
I
do
n't
think
Annie
Rudd
can
be
called
a
girl
of
bad
character
,
and
it
was
very
natural
that
mother
should
try
to
do
something
for
her
.
You
have
never
actually
forbidden
her
to
see
her
relatives
.
'
'
A
thousand
times
I
have
given
her
to
understand
that
I
utterly
disapproved
of
such
association
.
She
knew
perfectly
well
that
this
girl
was
as
likely
as
not
to
discredit
her
.
If
she
had
consulted
me
,
I
should
at
once
have
forbidden
anything
of
the
kind
;
she
was
aware
of
that
.
She
kept
it
secret
from
me
,
knowing
that
it
would
excite
my
displeasure
.
I
will
not
be
drawn
into
such
squalid
affairs
;
I
wo
n't
have
my
name
spoken
in
such
connection
.
Your
mother
has
only
herself
to
blame
if
I
am
angry
with
her
.
'
'
Your
anger
goes
beyond
all
bounds
.
At
the
very
worst
,
mother
behaved
imprudently
,
and
with
a
very
good
motive
.
It
is
cruel
that
you
should
make
her
suffer
as
she
is
doing
.
'
Marian
was
being
strengthened
to
resist
.
Her
blood
grew
hot
;
the
sensation
which
once
before
had
brought
her
to
the
verge
of
conflict
with
her
father
possessed
her
heart
and
brain
.
'
You
are
not
a
suitable
judge
of
my
behaviour
,
'
replied
Yule
,
severely
.
'
I
am
driven
to
speak
.
We
ca
n't
go
on
living
in
this
way
,
father
.
For
months
our
home
has
been
almost
ceaselessly
wretched
,
because
of
the
ill-temper
you
are
always
in
.
Mother
and
I
must
defend
ourselves
;
we
ca
n't
bear
it
any
longer
.
You
must
surely
feel
how
ridiculous
it
is
to
make
such
a
thing
as
happened
this
morning
the
excuse
for
violent
anger
.
How
can
I
help
judging
your
behaviour
?
When
mother
is
brought
to
the
point
of
saying
that
she
would
rather
leave
home
and
everything
than
endure
her
misery
any
longer
,
I
should
be
wrong
if
I
did
n't
speak
to
you
.
Why
are
you
so
unkind
?
What
serious
cause
has
mother
ever
given
you
?
'
'
I
refuse
to
argue
such
questions
with
you
.
'
'
Then
you
are
very
unjust
.
I
am
not
a
child
,
and
there
's
nothing
wrong
in
my
asking
you
why
home
is
made
a
place
of
misery
,
instead
of
being
what
home
ought
to
be
.
'
'
You
prove
that
you
are
a
child
,
in
asking
for
explanations
which
ought
to
be
clear
enough
to
you
.
'
'
You
mean
that
mother
is
to
blame
for
everything
?
'
'
The
subject
is
no
fit
one
to
be
discussed
between
a
father
and
his
daughter
.
If
you
cannot
see
the
impropriety
of
it
,
be
so
good
as
to
go
away
and
reflect
,
and
leave
me
to
my
occupations
.
'
Marian
came
to
a
pause
.
But
she
knew
that
his
rebuke
was
mere
unworthy
evasion
;
she
saw
that
her
father
could
not
meet
her
look
,
and
this
perception
of
shame
in
him
impelled
her
to
finish
what
she
had
begun
.
'
I
will
say
nothing
of
mother
,
then
,
but
speak
only
for
myself
.
I
suffer
too
much
from
your
unkindness
;
you
ask
too
much
endurance
.
'
'
You
mean
that
I
exact
too
much
work
from
you
?
'
asked
her
father
,
with
a
look
which
might
have
been
directed
to
a
recalcitrant
clerk
.
'
No
.
But
that
you
make
the
conditions
of
my
work
too
hard
.
I
live
in
constant
fear
of
your
anger
.
'
'
Indeed
?
When
did
I
last
ill-use
you
,
or
threaten
you
?
'
'
I
often
think
that
threats
,
or
even
ill-usage
,
would
be
easier
to
bear
than
an
unchanging
gloom
which
always
seems
on
the
point
of
breaking
into
violence
.
'
'
I
am
obliged
to
you
for
your
criticism
of
my
disposition
and
manner
but
unhappily
I
am
too
old
to
reform
.
Life
has
made
me
what
I
am
,
and
I
should
have
thought
that
your
knowledge
of
what
my
life
has
been
would
have
gone
far
to
excuse
a
lack
of
cheerfulness
in
me
.
'
The
irony
of
this
laborious
period
was
full
of
self
pity
.
His
voice
quavered
at
the
close
,
and
a
tremor
was
noticeable
in
his
stiff
frame
.
'
It
is
n't
lack
of
cheerfulness
that
I
mean
,
father
.
That
could
never
have
brought
me
to
speak
like
this
.
'
'
If
you
wish
me
to
admit
that
I
am
bad-tempered
,
surly
,
irritable
—
I
make
no
difficulty
about
that
.
The
charge
is
true
enough
.
I
can
only
ask
you
again
:
What
are
the
circumstances
that
have
ruined
my
temper
?
When
you
present
yourself
here
with
a
general
accusation
of
my
behaviour
,
I
am
at
a
loss
to
understand
what
you
ask
of
me
,
what
you
wish
me
to
say
or
do
.
I
must
beg
you
to
speak
plainly
.
Are
you
suggesting
that
I
should
make
provision
for
the
support
of
you
and
your
mother
away
from
my
intolerable
proximity
?
My
income
is
not
large
,
as
I
think
you
are
aware
,
but
of
course
if
a
demand
of
this
kind
is
seriously
made
,
I
must
do
my
best
to
comply
with
it
.
'
'
It
hurts
me
very
much
that
you
can
understand
me
no
better
than
this
.
'
'
I
am
sorry
.
I
think
we
used
to
understand
each
other
,
but
that
was
before
you
were
subjected
to
the
influence
of
strangers
.
'
In
his
perverse
frame
of
mind
he
was
ready
to
give
utterance
to
any
thought
which
confused
the
point
at
issue
.
This
last
allusion
was
suggested
to
him
by
a
sudden
pang
of
regret
for
the
pain
he
was
causing
Marian
;
he
defended
himself
against
self-reproach
by
hinting
at
the
true
reason
of
much
of
his
harshness
.
'
I
am
subjected
to
no
influence
that
is
hostile
to
you
,
'
Marian
replied
.
'
You
may
think
that
.
But
in
such
a
matter
it
is
very
easy
for
you
to
deceive
yourself
.
'
'
Of
course
I
know
what
you
refer
to
,
and
I
can
assure
you
that
I
do
n't
deceive
myself
.
'
Yule
flashed
a
searching
glance
at
her
.
'
Can
you
deny
that
you
are
on
terms
of
friendship
with
a
—
a
person
who
would
at
any
moment
rejoice
to
injure
me
?
'
'
I
am
friendly
with
no
such
person
.
Will
you
say
whom
you
are
thinking
of
?
'
'
It
would
be
useless
.
I
have
no
wish
to
discuss
a
subject
on
which
we
should
only
disagree
unprofitably
.
'
Marian
kept
silence
for
a
moment
,
then
said
in
a
low
,
unsteady
voice
:
'
It
is
perhaps
because
we
never
speak
of
that
subject
that
we
are
so
far
from
understanding
each
other
.
If
you
think
that
Mr.
Milvain
is
your
enemy
,
that
he
would
rejoice
to
injure
you
,
you
are
grievously
mistaken
.
'
'
When
I
see
a
man
in
close
alliance
with
my
worst
enemy
,
and
looking
to
that
enemy
for
favour
,
I
am
justified
in
thinking
that
he
would
injure
me
if
the
right
kind
of
opportunity
offered
.
One
need
not
be
very
deeply
read
in
human
nature
to
have
assurance
of
that
.
'
'
But
I
know
Mr.
Milvain
!
'
'
You
know
him
?
'
'
Far
better
than
you
can
,
I
am
sure
.
You
draw
conclusions
from
general
principles
;
but
I
know
that
they
do
n't
apply
in
this
case
.
'
'
I
have
no
doubt
you
sincerely
think
so
.
I
repeat
,
that
nothing
can
be
gained
by
such
a
discussion
as
this
.
'
'
One
thing
I
must
tell
you
.
There
was
no
truth
in
your
suspicion
that
Mr.
Milvain
wrote
that
review
in
The
Current
.
He
assured
me
himself
that
he
was
not
the
writer
,
that
he
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
'
Yule
looked
askance
at
her
,
and
his
face
displayed
solicitude
,
which
soon
passed
,
however
,
into
a
smile
of
sarcasm
.
'
The
gentleman
's
word
no
doubt
has
weight
with
you
.
'
'
Father
,
what
do
you
mean
?
'
broke
from
Marian
,
whose
eyes
of
a
sudden
flashed
stormily
.
'
Would
Mr.
Milvain
tell
me
a
lie
?
'
'
I
should
n't
like
to
say
that
it
is
impossible
,
'
replied
her
father
in
the
same
tone
as
before
.
'
But
—
what
right
have
you
to
insult
him
so
grossly
?
'
'
I
have
every
right
,
my
dear
child
,
to
express
an
opinion
about
him
or
any
other
man
,
provided
I
do
it
honestly
.
I
beg
you
not
to
strike
attitudes
and
address
me
in
the
language
of
the
stage
.
You
insist
on
my
speaking
plainly
,
and
I
have
spoken
plainly
.
I
warned
you
that
we
were
not
like
y
to
agree
on
this
topic
.
'
'
Literary
quarrels
have
made
you
incapable
of
judging
honestly
in
things
such
as
this
.
I
wish
I
could
have
done
for
ever
with
the
hateful
profession
that
so
poisons
men
's
minds
!
'
'
Believe
me
,
my
girl
,
'
said
her
father
,
incisively
,
'
the
simpler
thing
would
be
to
hold
aloof
from
such
people
as
use
the
profession
in
a
spirit
of
unalloyed
selfishness
,
who
seek
only
material
advancement
,
and
who
,
whatever
connection
they
form
,
have
nothing
but
self-interest
in
view
.
'
And
he
glared
at
her
with
much
meaning
.
Marian
—
both
had
remained
standing
all
through
the
dialogue
—
cast
down
her
eyes
and
became
lost
in
brooding
.
'
I
speak
with
profound
conviction
,
'
pursued
her
father
,
'
and
,
however
little
you
credit
me
with
such
a
motive
,
out
of
desire
to
guard
you
against
the
dangers
to
which
your
inexperience
is
exposed
.
It
is
perhaps
as
well
that
you
have
afforded
me
this
—
'
There
sounded
at
the
house-door
that
duplicated
double-knock
which
generally
announces
the
bearer
of
a
telegram
.
Yule
interrupted
himself
,
and
stood
in
an
attitude
of
waiting
.
The
servant
was
heard
to
go
along
the
passage
,
to
open
the
door
,
and
then
return
towards
the
study
.
Yes
,
it
was
a
telegram
.
Such
despatches
rarely
came
to
this
house
;
Yule
tore
the
envelope
,
read
its
contents
,
and
stood
with
gaze
fixed
upon
the
slip
of
paper
until
the
servant
inquired
if
there
was
any
reply
for
the
boy
to
take
with
him
.
'
No
reply
.
'
He
slowly
crumpled
the
envelope
,
and
stepped
aside
to
throw
it
into
the
paper-basket
.
The
telegram
he
laid
on
his
desk
.
Marian
stood
all
the
time
with
bent
head
;
he
now
looked
at
her
with
an
expression
of
meditative
displeasure
.
'
I
do
n't
know
that
there
's
much
good
in
resuming
our
conversation
,
'
he
said
,
in
quite
a
changed
tone
,
as
if
something
of
more
importance
had
taken
possession
of
his
thoughts
and
had
made
him
almost
indifferent
to
the
past
dispute
.
'
But
of
course
I
am
quite
willing
to
hear
anything
you
would
still
like
to
say
.
'
Marian
had
lost
her
vehemence
.
She
was
absent
and
melancholy
.
'
I
can
only
ask
you
,
'
she
replied
,
'
to
try
and
make
life
less
of
a
burden
to
us
.
'
'
I
shall
have
to
leave
town
to-morrow
for
a
few
days
;
no
doubt
it
will
be
some
satisfaction
to
you
to
hear
that
.
'
Marian
's
eyes
turned
involuntarily
towards
the
telegram
.
'
As
for
your
occupation
in
my
absence
,
'
he
went
on
,
in
a
hard
tone
which
yet
had
something
tremulous
,
emotional
,
making
it
quite
different
from
the
voice
he
had
hitherto
used
,
'
that
will
be
entirely
a
matter
for
your
own
judgment
.
I
have
felt
for
some
time
that
you
assisted
me
with
less
good-will
than
formerly
,
and
now
that
you
have
frankly
admitted
it
,
I
shall
of
course
have
very
little
satisfaction
in
requesting
your
aid
.
I
must
leave
it
to
you
;
consult
your
own
inclination
.
'
It
was
resentful
,
but
not
savage
;
between
the
beginning
and
the
end
of
his
speech
he
softened
to
a
sort
of
self-satisfied
pathos
.
'
I
ca
n't
pretend
,
'
replied
Marian
,
'
that
I
have
as
much
pleasure
in
the
work
as
I
should
have
if
your
mood
were
gentler
.
'
'
I
am
sorry
.
I
might
perhaps
have
made
greater
efforts
to
appear
at
ease
when
I
was
suffering
.
'
'
Do
you
mean
physical
suffering
?
'
'
Physical
and
mental
.
But
that
ca
n't
concern
you
.
During
my
absence
I
will
think
of
your
reproof
.
I
know
that
it
is
deserved
,
in
some
degree
.
If
it
is
possible
,
you
shall
have
less
to
complain
of
in
future
.
'
He
looked
about
the
room
,
and
at
length
seated
himself
;
his
eyes
were
fixed
in
a
direction
away
from
Marian
.
'
I
suppose
you
had
dinner
somewhere
?
'
Marian
asked
,
after
catching
a
glimpse
of
his
worn
,
colourless
face
.
'
Oh
,
I
had
a
mouthful
of
something
.
It
does
n't
matter
.
'
It
seemed
as
if
he
found
some
special
pleasure
in
assuming
this
tone
of
martyrdom
just
now
.
At
the
same
time
he
was
becoming
more
absorbed
in
thought
.
'
Shall
I
have
something
brought
up
for
you
,
father
?
'
'
Something
—
?
Oh
no
,
no
;
on
no
account
.
'
He
rose
again
impatiently
,
then
approached
his
desk
,
and
laid
a
hand
on
the
telegram
.
Marian
observed
this
movement
,
and
examined
his
face
;
it
was
set
in
an
expression
of
eagerness
.
'
You
have
nothing
more
to
say
then
?
'
He
turned
sharply
upon
her
.
'
I
feel
that
I
have
n't
made
you
understand
me
,
but
I
can
say
nothing
more
.
'
'
I
understand
you
very
well
,
too
well
.
That
you
should
misunderstand
and
mistrust
me
,
I
suppose
,
is
natural
.
You
are
young
and
I
am
old
.
You
are
still
full
of
hope
,
and
I
have
been
so
often
deceived
and
defeated
that
I
dare
not
let
a
ray
of
hope
enter
my
mind
.
Judge
me
;
judge
me
as
hardly
as
you
like
.
My
life
has
been
one
long
bitter
struggle
,
and
if
now
—
I
say
,
'
he
began
a
new
sentence
,
'
that
only
the
hard
side
of
life
has
been
shown
to
me
;
small
wonder
if
I
have
become
hard
myself
.
Desert
me
;
go
your
own
way
,
as
the
young
always
do
.
But
bear
in
mind
my
warning
.
Remember
the
caution
I
have
given
you
.
'
He
spoke
in
a
strangely
sudden
agitation
.
The
arm
with
which
he
leaned
upon
the
table
trembled
violently
.
After
a
moment
's
pause
he
added
,
in
a
thick
voice
:
'
Leave
me
.
I
will
speak
to
you
again
in
the
morning
.
'
Impressed
in
a
way
she
did
not
understand
Marian
at
once
obeyed
,
and
rejoined
her
mother
in
the
parlour
.
Mrs.
Yule
gazed
anxiously
at
her
as
she
entered
.
'
Do
n't
be
afraid
,
'
said
Marian
,
with
difficulty
bringing
herself
to
speak
.
'
I
think
it
will
be
better
.
'
'
Was
that
a
telegram
that
came
?
'
her
mother
inquired
after
a
silence
.
'
Yes
.
I
do
n't
know
where
it
was
from
.
But
father
said
he
would
have
to
leave
town
for
a
few
days
.
'
They
exchanged
looks
.
'
Perhaps
your
uncle
is
very
ill
,
'
said
the
mother
in
a
low
voice
.
'
Perhaps
so
.
'
The
evening
passed
drearily
.
Fatigued
with
her
emotions
,
Marian
went
early
to
bed
;
she
even
slept
later
than
usual
in
the
morning
,
and
on
descending
she
found
her
father
already
at
the
breakfast
table
.
No
greeting
passed
,
and
there
was
no
conversation
during
the
meal
.
Marian
noticed
that
her
mother
kept
glancing
at
her
in
a
peculiarly
grave
way
;
but
she
felt
ill
and
dejected
,
and
could
fix
her
thoughts
on
no
subject
.
As
he
left
the
table
Yule
said
to
her
:
'
I
want
to
speak
to
you
for
a
moment
.
I
shall
be
in
the
study
.
'
She
joined
him
there
very
soon
.
He
looked
coldly
at
her
,
and
said
in
a
distant
tone
:
'
The
telegram
last
night
was
to
tell
me
that
your
uncle
is
dead
.
'
'
Dead
!
'
'
He
died
of
apoplexy
,
at
a
meeting
in
Wattleborough
.
I
shall
go
down
this
morning
,
and
of
course
remain
till
after
the
funeral
.
I
see
no
necessity
for
your
going
,
unless
,
of
course
,
it
is
your
desire
to
do
so
.
'
'
No
;
I
should
do
as
you
wish
.
'
'
I
think
you
had
better
not
go
to
the
Museum
whilst
I
am
away
.
You
will
occupy
yourself
as
you
think
fit
.
'
'
I
shall
go
on
with
the
Harrington
notes
.
'
'
As
you
please
.
I
do
n't
know
what
mourning
it
would
be
decent
for
you
to
wear
;
you
must
consult
with
your
mother
about
that
.
That
is
all
I
wished
to
say
.
'
His
tone
was
dismissal
.
Marian
had
a
struggle
with
herself
,
but
she
could
find
nothing
to
reply
to
his
cold
phrases
.
And
an
hour
or
two
afterwards
Yule
left
the
house
without
leave-taking
.
Soon
after
his
departure
there
was
a
visitor
's
rat-tat
at
the
door
;
it
heralded
Mrs.
Goby
.
In
the
interview
which
then
took
place
Marian
assisted
her
mother
to
bear
the
vigorous
onslaughts
of
the
haberdasher
's
wife
.
For
more
than
two
hours
Mrs.
Goby
related
her
grievances
,
against
the
fugitive
servant
,
against
Mrs.
Yule
,
against
Mr.
Yule
;
meeting
with
no
irritating
opposition
,
she
was
able
in
this
space
of
time
to
cool
down
to
the
temperature
of
normal
intercourse
,
and
when
she
went
forth
from
the
house
again
it
was
in
a
mood
of
dignified
displeasure
which
she
felt
to
be
some
recompense
for
the
injuries
of
yesterday
.
A
result
of
this
annoyance
was
to
postpone
conversation
between
mother
and
daughter
on
the
subject
of
John
Yule
's
death
until
a
late
hour
of
the
afternoon
.
Marian
was
at
work
in
the
study
,
or
endeavouring
to
work
,
for
her
thoughts
would
not
fix
themselves
on
the
matter
in
hand
for
many
minutes
together
,
and
Mrs.
Yule
came
in
with
more
than
her
customary
diffidence
.
'
Have
you
nearly
done
for
to-day
,
dear
?
'
'
Enough
for
the
present
,
I
think
.
'
She
laid
down
her
pen
,
and
leant
back
in
the
chair
.
'
Marian
,
do
you
think
your
father
will
be
rich
?
'
'
I
have
no
idea
,
mother
.
I
suppose
we
shall
know
very
soon
.
'
Her
tone
was
dreamy
.
She
seemed
to
herself
to
be
speaking
of
something
which
scarcely
at
all
concerned
her
,
of
vague
possibilities
which
did
not
affect
her
habits
of
thought
.
'
If
that
happens
,
'
continued
Mrs.
Yule
,
in
a
low
tone
of
distress
,
'
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
do
.
'
Marian
looked
at
her
questioningly
.
'
I
ca
n't
wish
that
it
may
n't
happen
,
'
her
mother
went
on
;
'
I
ca
n't
,
for
his
sake
and
for
yours
;
but
I
do
n't
know
what
I
shall
do
.
He
'd
think
me
more
in
his
way
than
ever
.
He
'd
wish
to
have
a
large
house
,
and
live
in
quite
a
different
way
;
and
how
could
I
manage
then
?
I
could
n't
show
myself
;
he
'd
be
too
much
ashamed
of
me
.
I
should
n't
be
in
my
place
;
even
you
'd
feel
ashamed
of
me
.
'
'
You
must
n't
say
that
,
mother
.
I
have
never
given
you
cause
to
think
that
.
'
'
No
,
my
dear
,
you
have
n't
;
but
it
would
be
only
natural
.
I
could
n't
live
the
kind
of
life
that
you
're
fit
for
.
I
shall
be
nothing
but
a
hindrance
and
a
shame
to
both
of
you
.
'
'
To
me
you
would
never
be
either
hindrance
or
shame
;
be
quite
sure
of
that
.
And
as
for
father
,
I
am
all
but
certain
that
,
if
he
became
rich
,
he
would
be
a
very
much
kinder
man
,
a
better
man
in
every
way
.
It
is
poverty
that
has
made
him
worse
than
he
naturally
is
;
it
has
that
effect
on
almost
everybody
.
Money
does
harm
,
too
,
sometimes
;
but
never
,
I
think
,
to
people
who
have
a
good
heart
and
a
strong
mind
.
Father
is
naturally
a
warm-hearted
man
;
riches
would
bring
out
all
the
best
in
him
.
He
would
be
generous
again
,
which
he
has
almost
forgotten
how
to
be
among
all
his
disappointments
and
battlings
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
of
that
change
,
but
hope
for
it
.
'
Mrs.
Yule
gave
a
troublous
sigh
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
pondered
anxiously
.
'
I
was
n't
thinking
so
much
about
myself
,
'
she
said
at
length
.
'
It
's
the
hindrance
I
should
be
to
father
.
Just
because
of
me
,
he
might
n't
be
able
to
use
his
money
as
he
'd
wish
.
He
'd
always
be
feeling
that
if
it
was
n't
for
me
things
would
be
so
much
better
for
him
and
for
you
as
well
.
'
'
You
must
remember
,
'
Marian
replied
,
'
that
at
father
's
age
people
do
n't
care
to
make
such
great
changes
.
His
home
life
,
I
feel
sure
,
would
n't
be
so
very
different
from
what
it
is
now
;
he
would
prefer
to
use
his
money
in
starting
a
paper
or
magazine
.
I
know
that
would
be
his
first
thought
.
If
more
acquaintances
came
to
his
house
,
what
would
that
matter
?
It
is
n't
as
if
he
wished
for
fashionable
society
.
They
would
be
literary
people
,
and
why
ever
should
n't
you
meet
with
them
?
'
'
I
've
always
been
the
reason
why
he
could
n't
have
many
friends
.
'
'
That
's
a
great
mistake
.
If
father
ever
said
that
,
in
his
bad
temper
,
he
knew
it
was
n't
the
truth
.
The
chief
reason
has
always
been
his
poverty
.
It
costs
money
to
entertain
friends
;
time
as
well
.
Do
n't
think
in
this
anxious
way
,
mother
.
If
we
are
to
be
rich
,
it
will
be
better
for
all
of
us
.
'
Marian
had
every
reason
for
seeking
to
persuade
herself
that
this
was
true
.
In
her
own
heart
there
was
a
fear
of
how
wealth
might
affect
her
father
,
but
she
could
not
bring
herself
to
face
the
darker
prospect
.
For
her
so
much
depended
on
that
hope
of
a
revival
of
generous
feeling
under
sunny
influences
.
It
was
only
after
this
conversation
that
she
began
to
reflect
on
all
the
possible
consequences
of
her
uncle
's
death
.
As
yet
she
had
been
too
much
disturbed
to
grasp
as
a
reality
the
event
to
which
she
had
often
looked
forward
,
though
as
to
something
still
remote
and
of
quite
uncertain
results
.
Perhaps
at
this
moment
,
though
she
could
not
know
it
,
the
course
of
her
life
had
undergone
the
most
important
change
.
Perhaps
there
was
no
more
need
for
her
to
labour
upon
this
'
article
'
she
was
manufacturing
.
She
did
not
think
it
probable
that
she
herself
would
benefit
directly
by
John
Yule
's
will
.
There
was
no
certainty
that
even
her
father
would
,
for
he
and
his
brother
had
never
been
on
cordial
terms
.
But
on
the
whole
it
seemed
likely
that
he
would
inherit
money
enough
to
free
him
from
the
toil
of
writing
for
periodicals
.
He
himself
anticipated
that
.
What
else
could
be
the
meaning
of
those
words
in
which
(
and
it
was
before
the
arrival
of
the
news
)
he
had
warned
her
against
'
people
who
made
connections
only
with
self-interest
in
view
'
?
This
threw
a
sudden
light
upon
her
father
's
attitude
towards
Jasper
Milvain
.
Evidently
he
thought
that
Jasper
regarded
her
as
a
possible
heiress
,
sooner
or
later
.
That
suspicion
was
rankling
in
his
mind
;
doubtless
it
intensified
the
prejudice
which
originated
in
literary
animosity
.
Was
there
any
truth
in
his
suspicion
?
She
did
not
shrink
from
admitting
that
there
might
be
.
Jasper
had
from
the
first
been
so
frank
with
her
,
had
so
often
repeated
that
money
was
at
present
his
chief
need
.
If
her
father
inherited
substantial
property
,
would
it
induce
Jasper
to
declare
himself
more
than
her
friend
?
She
could
view
the
possibility
of
that
,
and
yet
not
for
a
moment
be
shaken
in
her
love
.
It
was
plain
that
Jasper
could
not
think
of
marrying
until
his
position
and
prospects
were
greatly
improved
;
practically
,
his
sisters
depended
upon
him
.
What
folly
it
would
be
to
draw
back
if
circumstances
led
him
to
avow
what
hitherto
he
had
so
slightly
disguised
!
She
had
the
conviction
that
he
valued
her
for
her
own
sake
;
if
the
obstacle
between
them
could
only
be
removed
,
what
matter
how
?
Would
he
be
willing
to
abandon
Clement
Fadge
,
and
come
over
to
her
father
's
side
?
If
Yule
were
able
to
found
a
magazine
?
Had
she
read
or
heard
of
a
girl
who
went
so
far
in
concessions
,
Marian
would
have
turned
away
,
her
delicacy
offended
.
In
her
own
case
she
could
indulge
to
the
utmost
that
practicality
which
colours
a
woman
's
thought
even
in
mid-passion
.
The
cold
exhibition
of
ignoble
scheming
will
repel
many
a
woman
who
,
for
her
own
heart
's
desire
,
is
capable
of
that
same
compromise
with
her
strict
sense
of
honour
.
Marian
wrote
to
Dora
Milvain
,
telling
her
what
had
happened
.
But
she
refrained
from
visiting
her
friends
.
Each
night
found
her
more
restless
,
each
morning
less
able
to
employ
herself
.
She
shut
herself
in
the
study
merely
to
be
alone
with
her
thoughts
,
to
be
able
to
walk
backwards
and
forwards
,
or
sit
for
hours
in
feverish
reverie
.
From
her
father
came
no
news
.
Her
mother
was
suffering
dreadfully
from
suspense
,
and
often
had
eyes
red
with
weeping
.
Absorbed
in
her
own
hopes
and
fears
,
whilst
every
hour
harassed
her
more
intolerably
,
Marian
was
unable
to
play
the
part
of
an
encourager
;
she
had
never
known
such
exclusiveness
of
self-occupation
.
Yule
's
return
was
unannounced
.
Early
in
the
afternoon
,
when
he
had
been
absent
five
days
,
he
entered
the
house
,
deposited
his
travelling-bag
in
the
passage
,
and
went
upstairs
.
Marian
had
come
out
of
the
study
just
in
time
to
see
him
up
on
the
first
landing
;
at
the
same
moment
Mrs.
Yule
ascended
from
the
kitchen
.
'
Was
n't
that
father
?
'
'
Yes
,
he
had
gone
up
.
'
'
Did
he
say
anything
?
'
Marian
shook
her
head
.
They
looked
at
the
travelling-bag
,
then
went
into
the
parlour
and
waited
in
silence
for
more
than
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
Yule
's
foot
was
heard
on
the
stairs
;
he
came
down
slowly
,
paused
in
the
passage
,
entered
the
parlour
with
his
usual
grave
,
cold
countenance
.
CHAPTER
XXII
THE
LEGATEES
Each
day
Jasper
came
to
inquire
of
his
sisters
if
they
had
news
from
Wattleborough
or
from
Marian
Yule
.
He
exhibited
no
impatience
,
spoke
of
the
matter
in
a
disinterested
tone
;
still
,
he
came
daily
.
One
afternoon
he
found
Dora
working
alone
.
Maud
,
he
was
told
,
had
gone
to
lunch
at
Mrs.
Lane
's
.
'
So
soon
again
?
She
's
getting
very
thick
with
those
people
.
And
why
do
n't
they
ask
you
?
'
'
Maud
has
told
them
that
I
do
n't
care
to
go
out
.
'
'
It
's
all
very
well
,
but
she
must
n't
neglect
her
work
.
Did
she
write
anything
last
night
or
this
morning
?
'
Dora
bit
the
end
of
her
pen
,
and
shook
her
head
.
'
Why
not
?
'
'
The
invitation
came
about
five
o'clock
,
and
it
seemed
to
unsettle
her
.
'
'
Precisely
.
That
's
what
I
'm
afraid
of
.
She
is
n't
the
kind
of
girl
to
stick
at
work
if
people
begin
to
send
her
invitations
.
But
I
tell
you
what
it
is
,
you
must
talk
seriously
to
her
;
she
has
to
get
her
living
,
you
know
.
Mrs.
Lane
and
her
set
are
not
likely
to
be
much
use
,
that
's
the
worst
of
it
;
they
'll
merely
waste
her
time
,
and
make
her
discontented
.
'
His
sister
executed
an
elaborate
bit
of
cross-hatching
on
some
waste
paper
.
Her
lips
were
drawn
together
,
and
her
brows
wrinkled
.
At
length
she
broke
the
silence
by
saying
:
'
Marian
has
n't
been
yet
.
'
Jasper
seemed
to
pay
no
attention
;
she
looked
up
at
him
,
and
saw
that
he
was
in
thought
.
'
Did
you
go
to
those
people
last
night
?
'
she
inquired
.
'
Yes
.
By-the-by
,
Miss
Rupert
was
there
.
'
He
spoke
as
if
the
name
would
be
familiar
to
his
hearer
,
but
Dora
seemed
at
a
loss
.
'
Who
is
Miss
Rupert
?
'
'
Did
n't
I
tell
you
about
her
?
I
thought
I
did
.
Oh
,
I
met
her
first
of
all
at
Barlow
's
,
just
after
we
got
back
from
the
seaside
.
Rather
an
interesting
girl
.
She
's
a
daughter
of
Manton
Rupert
,
the
advertising
agent
.
I
want
to
get
invited
to
their
house
;
useful
people
,
you
know
.
'
'
But
is
an
advertising
agent
a
gentleman
?
'
Jasper
laughed
.
'
Do
you
think
of
him
as
a
bill-poster
?
At
all
events
he
is
enormously
wealthy
,
and
has
a
magnificent
house
at
Chislehurst
.
The
girl
goes
about
with
her
step-mother
.
I
call
her
a
girl
,
but
she
must
be
nearly
thirty
,
and
Mrs.
Rupert
looks
only
two
or
three
years
older
.
I
had
quite
a
long
talk
with
her
—
Miss
Rupert
,
I
mean
—
last
night
.
She
told
me
she
was
going
to
stay
next
week
with
the
Barlows
,
so
I
shall
have
a
run
out
to
Wimbledon
one
afternoon
.
'
Dora
looked
at
him
inquiringly
.
'
Just
to
see
Miss
Rupert
?
'
she
asked
,
meeting
his
eyes
.
'
To
be
sure
.
Why
not
?
'
'
Oh
!
'
ejaculated
his
sister
,
as
if
the
question
did
not
concern
her
.
'
She
is
n't
exactly
good-looking
,
'
pursued
Jasper
,
meditatively
,
with
a
quick
glance
at
the
listener
,
'
but
fairly
intellectual
.
Plays
very
well
,
and
has
a
nice
contralto
voice
;
she
sang
that
new
thing
of
Tosti
's
—
what
do
you
call
it
?
I
thought
her
rather
masculine
when
I
first
saw
her
,
but
the
impression
wears
off
when
one
knows
her
better
.
She
rather
takes
to
me
,
I
fancy
.
'
'
But
—
'
began
Dora
,
after
a
minute
's
silence
.
'
But
what
?
'
inquired
her
brother
with
an
air
of
interest
.
'
I
do
n't
quite
understand
you
.
'
'
In
general
,
or
with
reference
to
some
particular
?
'
'
What
right
have
you
to
go
to
places
just
to
see
this
Miss
Rupert
?
'
'
What
right
?
'
He
laughed
.
'
I
am
a
young
man
with
my
way
to
make
.
I
ca
n't
afford
to
lose
any
opportunity
.
If
Miss
Rupert
is
so
good
as
to
take
an
interest
in
me
,
I
have
no
objection
.
She
's
old
enough
to
make
friends
for
herself
.
'
'
Oh
,
then
you
consider
her
simply
a
friend
?
'
'
I
shall
see
how
things
go
on
.
'
'
But
,
pray
,
do
you
consider
yourself
perfectly
free
?
'
asked
Dora
,
with
some
indignation
.
'
Why
should
n't
I
?
'
'
Then
I
think
you
have
been
behaving
very
strangely
.
'
Jasper
saw
that
she
was
in
earnest
.
He
stroked
the
back
of
his
head
and
smiled
at
the
wall
.
'
With
regard
to
Marian
,
you
mean
?
'
'
Of
course
I
do
.
'
'
But
Marian
understands
me
perfectly
.
I
have
never
for
a
moment
tried
to
make
her
think
that
—
well
,
to
put
it
plainly
,
that
I
was
in
love
with
her
.
In
all
our
conversations
it
has
been
my
one
object
to
afford
her
insight
into
my
character
,
and
to
explain
my
position
.
She
has
no
excuse
whatever
for
misinterpreting
me
.
And
I
feel
assured
that
she
has
done
nothing
of
the
kind
.
'
'
Very
well
,
if
you
feel
satisfied
with
yourself
—
'
'
But
come
now
,
Dora
;
what
's
all
this
about
?
You
are
Marian
's
friend
,
and
,
of
course
,
I
do
n't
wish
you
to
say
a
word
about
her
.
But
let
me
explain
myself
.
I
have
occasionally
walked
part
of
the
way
home
with
Marian
,
when
she
and
I
have
happened
to
go
from
here
at
the
same
time
;
now
there
was
nothing
whatever
in
our
talk
at
such
times
that
anyone
might
n't
have
listened
to
.
We
are
both
intellectual
people
,
and
we
talk
in
an
intellectual
way
.
You
seem
to
have
rather
old-fashioned
ideas
—
provincial
ideas
.
A
girl
like
Marian
Yule
claims
the
new
privileges
of
woman
;
she
