inthis
case
,
too
,
the
end
should
more
than
repay
the
worst
of
her
two
task-masters
.
Which
was
agreeable
,
and
almost
made
his
unpleasantness
desirable
,
as
providing
her
intended
act
with
a
justification
.
She
drew
the
coffee
pot
further
on
to
the
stove
,
and
with
a
splinter
of
wood
stirred
the
fire
.
She
had
the
kitchen
to
herself
,
old
Marthe
had
gone
to
bed
;
she
liked
going
to
bed
early
,
with
a
glass
of
something
hot
,
and
she
had
soon
found
that
the
young
cook
could
be
trusted
to
finish
the
work
down-stairs
.
It
was
her
opinion
that
it
is
as
well
to
be
comfortable
when
you
can
,
as
blessings
are
fleeting
and
fickle
,
especially
when
they
are
cooks
;
so
she
indulged
often
both
in
bed
and
the
glass
,
notably
the
glass
.
She
had
not
been
able
to
go
to
bed
quite
as
early
as
she
liked
that
day
,
for
her
master
had
a
visitor
,
and
there
had
been
some
trouble
after
the
dinner
.
It
was
intended
to
be
an
hour
later
than
usual
to
accommodate
the
visitor
,
but
the
chemist
had
not
mentioned
the
fact
—
he
seldom
troubled
about
such
trifles
,
expecting
his
household
to
divine
his
wishes
instinctively
,
and
resenting
their
failure
to
do
so
with
indignation
and
some
abuse
.
He
did
so
to-day
,
and
Marthe
was
consequently
kept
up
later
than
she
had
intended
,
though
it
was
Julia
who
came
in
for
most
of
the
reproof
,
and
the
trouble
too
;
it
was
she
who
took
away
the
dinner
and
kept
it
hot
,
and
presented
it
afresh
when
the
time
came
in
as
good
condition
as
she
could
manage
.
There
had
to
be
a
second
omelet
made
;
the
first
would
not
stand
an
hour
,
and
so
was
wasted
,
to
the
indignation
of
Marthe
.
The
chicken
was
a
trifle
dried
by
waiting
,
which
called
down
the
wrath
of
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
.
Julia
had
listened
to
both
of
them
with
a
meekness
which
was
beautiful
to
see
,
albeit
perhaps
a
little
suspicious
in
one
of
her
nature
.
She
glanced
up
at
the
clock
now
,
then
rose
and
fetched
two
thick
white
coffee
cups
,
and
set
them
ready
on
a
tray
,
and
sat
down
again
.
She
wondered
drowsily
how
long
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
's
visitor
would
stay
.
He
was
a
German
,
a
very
great
scientist
;
the
chemist
looked
upon
him
as
a
friend
and
an
equal
,
a
brother
in
arms
;
they
talked
together
freely
in
the
cryptic
language
of
science
,
and
in
German
,
which
is
the
tongue
best
fitted
to
help
out
the
other
.
Julia
heard
them
when
she
went
to
and
from
with
the
dishes
at
dinner
time
.
She
did
not
understand
chemistry
,
a
fact
she
much
regretted
;
had
she
known
even
half
as
much
as
Rawson-Clew
,
the
desired
end
would
have
been
much
sooner
within
reach
.
It
is
a
very
great
disadvantage
to
have
only
a
very
vague
idea
what
it
is
you
want
.
But
she
did
understand
German
very
well
,
consequently
part
of
the
chemists
'
conversation
was
quite
intelligible
to
her
,
though
they
did
not
know
it
.
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
knew
and
cared
nothing
about
her
;
he
was
not
even
aware
that
she
was
English
,
though
,
of
course
,
old
Marthe
was
.
If
the
conversation
had
touched
on
the
famous
explosive
at
dinner
time
,
Julia
would
have
known
it
;
she
was
always
on
the
watch
for
some
such
occurrence
.
Unfortunately
it
had
not
,
although
,
as
she
saw
plainly
,
the
German
was
the
sort
of
man
with
whom
Van
de
Greutz
would
discuss
such
things
.
She
had
still
another
chance
of
hearing
something
;
she
would
soon
have
to
take
the
coffee
into
the
laboratory
;
they
might
be
speaking
of
it
then
.
She
remembered
once
before
Van
de
Greutz
had
spoken
of
it
to
a
scientific
guest
at
such
a
time
;
she
had
then
heard
some
unenlightening
technical
details
,
which
might
have
been
of
some
value
to
a
chemist
,
but
were
of
no
use
at
all
to
her
ignorance
.
It
was
hard
to
come
thus
near
,
and
yet
be
as
far
off
as
ever
,
but
such
things
are
likely
to
occur
when
one
is
in
pursuit
of
anything
,
Julia
knew
that
;
she
was
prepared
to
wait
,
by
and
by
she
would
find
out
what
it
was
she
wanted
,
and
then
—
A
bell
rang
peremptorily
;
she
hastily
poured
the
strong
black
coffee
into
the
two
cups
,
and
put
a
bottle
of
Schiedam
on
the
tray
.
As
she
did
so
she
noticed
that
it
was
nearly
empty
,
so
she
fetched
another
full
one
,
and
added
that
to
the
tray
.
The
bell
did
not
ring
again
,
although
getting
the
second
bottle
had
hindered
her
,
for
by
this
time
the
chemists
had
forgotten
they
wanted
coffee
.
When
she
entered
the
laboratory
,
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
had
just
taken
a
bottle
from
the
lower
part
of
a
cupboard
near
the
door
.
Second
shelf
from
the
floor
,
five
bottles
from
the
left-hand
corner
.
Julia
observed
the
place
with
self-trained
accuracy
as
she
passed
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
with
the
tray
,
which
she
carried
to
the
table
far
down
the
room
.
"
This
is
it
,
"
Van
de
Greutz
said
;
"
a
small
quantity
only
,
you
see
,
but
the
authorities
have
a
ridiculous
objection
to
one
's
keeping
any
large
one
of
explosive
.
Of
course
,
I
have
more
,
in
a
stone
house
in
my
garden
;
it
is
perhaps
safer
so
,
seeing
its
nature
,
and
the
fact
that
one
is
always
liable
to
small
accidents
in
a
laboratory
.
"
Julia
put
down
the
tray
,
but
upset
some
of
the
coffee
.
Seeing
that
excitement
had
not
usually
the
effect
of
making
her
hand
unsteady
,
it
is
possible
accident
had
not
much
to
do
with
it
.
However
,
it
happened
;
she
carefully
wiped
it
up
,
and
the
two
chemists
,
paying
no
more
attention
to
her
than
if
she
had
been
a
cat
,
went
on
speaking
of
the
explosive
.
It
was
the
explosive
;
their
talk
told
her
that
before
she
had
finished
the
wiping
.
"
The
formula
I
would
give
for
it
?
"
Van
de
Greutz
was
saying
;
as
she
sopped
up
the
last
drops
,
he
gave
the
formula
.
She
lifted
the
full
bottle
of
Schiedam
from
the
tray
,
and
carried
it
away
with
her
—
in
the
hand
farthest
from
the
chemist
's
,
certainly
,
but
with
as
little
concealment
as
ostentation
.
Near
the
door
she
glanced
at
the
German
,
or
rather
,
at
what
he
held
,
the
sample
of
the
explosive
.
It
was
a
white
powder
in
a
wide-necked
,
stoppered
bottle
of
the
size
Julia
herself
called
"
quarter
pint
.
"
The
bottle
was
not
more
than
two-thirds
full
,
and
had
no
mark
on
it
at
all
,
except
a
small
piece
of
paper
stuck
to
the
side
,
and
inscribed
with
the
single
letter
"
A
.
"
This
may
have
been
done
in
accordance
with
some
private
system
of
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
's
,
or
it
may
have
been
for
the
sake
of
secrecy
.
The
reason
did
not
matter
;
the
most
accurate
name
would
have
been
no
more
informing
to
Julia
,
but
decidedly
more
inconvenient
.
She
went
out
and
shut
the
door
quietly
;
then
she
literally
fled
back
to
the
kitchen
with
the
Schiedam
.
Scarcely
waiting
to
set
it
down
,
she
seized
a
slip
of
kitchen
paper
,
and
scribbled
on
it
the
string
of
letters
and
figures
that
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
had
given
as
the
formula
of
his
explosive
.
She
did
not
know
what
a
formula
was
,
nor
in
what
relation
it
stood
to
the
chemical
body
,
but
from
the
talks
she
had
heard
between
the
chemist
and
his
friends
,
she
guessed
it
to
be
something
important
.
Accordingly
,
when
he
said
the
formula
,
she
was
as
careful
to
remember
it
accurately
as
she
was
to
remember
the
place
of
the
bottle
on
the
shelf
.
Now
she
wrote
it
down
just
as
he
spoke
it
,
and
,
though
perhaps
not
exactly
as
he
would
have
written
it
,
still
comprehensible
.
She
pinned
the
piece
of
paper
in
the
cuff
of
her
dress
;
it
would
not
be
found
there
if
,
by
ill
luck
,
she
was
caught
and
searched
later
on
.
Next
she
went
to
the
kitchen
cupboard
;
there
were
several
wide-necked
stoppered
bottles
there
,
doubtless
without
the
chemist
's
knowledge
,
but
Marthe
found
them
convenient
for
holding
spices
,
and
ginger
,
and
such
things
.
She
took
the
one
nearest
in
shape
and
size
to
the
one
which
she
had
seen
in
the
German
's
hand
;
emptied
out
the
contents
,
dusted
it
and
put
in
ground
rice
till
it
was
two-thirds
full
.
Then
,
with
the
lap-scissors
,
she
trimmed
a
piece
of
paper
to
the
right
size
,
wrote
"
A
"
upon
it
,
and
stuck
it
to
the
side
of
the
bottle
with
a
dab
of
treacle
—
she
had
nothing
else
.
She
was
hastily
wiping
off
the
surplus
stickiness
when
the
bell
rang
again
.
She
finished
what
she
was
doing
,
and
shrouded
the
bottle
in
a
duster
,
so
that
there
was
another
summons
before
she
could
set
out
.
She
took
the
Schiedam
with
her
—
of
course
it
was
that
which
was
rung
for
,
but
also
the
bottle
in
the
duster
.
She
did
not
hurry
.
"
I
'll
give
him
time
to
put
the
explosive
back
,
"
she
thought
.
It
was
just
possible
that
it
would
be
set
on
a
bench
,
perhaps
in
an
awkward
place
,
but
from
her
knowledge
of
Van
de
Greutz
's
ways
she
guessed
not
.
It
was
also
,
of
course
,
possible
that
the
cupboard
where
it
was
kept
would
be
locked
;
in
that
case
,
nothing
could
be
done
just
now
—
annoying
,
but
not
desperate
;
ground
rice
will
keep
,
and
,
apparently
,
explosives
too
,
so
she
reflected
as
she
opened
the
laboratory
door
.
But
the
cupboard
was
not
locked
,
and
the
bottle
was
back
in
its
place
.
Another
from
the
shelf
above
had
been
taken
out
;
the
chemists
were
discussing
that
as
they
sat
smoking
cigars
at
the
table
far
down
the
room
,
where
the
coffee
cups
stood
.
"
More
Schiedam
!
"
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
said
,
throwing
the
words
at
Julia
over
his
shoulder
.
"
Why
did
you
bring
an
empty
bottle
?
"
"
I
am
sorry
,
Mijnheer
,
"
Julia
answered
;
"
there
was
not
much
,
I
know
;
I
have
brought
more
.
"
She
pushed
the
door
to
with
her
foot
as
she
spoke
,
and
with
the
hand
not
carrying
the
spirit
set
down
the
duster
and
the
bottle
it
held
on
a
chair
.
The
German
had
put
his
coat
over
the
chair
earlier
;
it
stood
in
front
of
the
cupboard
,
a
little
way
from
it
.
With
the
true
rogue
's
eye
for
cover
,
Julia
noted
the
value
of
its
position
,
and
even
improved
it
by
moving
it
a
little
to
the
left
as
she
knocked
against
it
in
passing
.
She
brought
the
Schiedam
to
the
table
.
"
Shall
I
take
the
cups
,
Mijnheer
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
,
"
Van
de
Greutz
answered
shortly
,
resenting
the
interruption
,
"
and
go
to
the
devil
.
As
I
was
saying
,
it
is
very
unstable
.
"
This
was
to
the
German
,
and
did
not
concern
Julia
;
she
took
the
tray
of
cups
and
went
.
But
near
the
door
there
was
an
iron
tripod
lying
on
the
floor
;
she
caught
her
foot
in
it
,
stumbled
and
fell
headlong
,
dropping
tray
and
cups
with
a
great
clatter
.
There
was
a
general
exclamation
of
annoyance
and
anger
from
Van
de
Greutz
,
of
surprise
and
commiseration
from
the
German
,
and
of
something
that
might
have
been
fright
or
pain
from
Julia
.
"
You
clumsy
fool
!
"
Van
de
Greutz
cried
.
"
Get
out
of
here
,
and
do
n't
let
me
see
your
face
,
or
hear
your
trampling
ass-hoofs
again
!
Do
you
hear
me
,
I
wo
n't
have
you
in
here
again
!
"
The
German
was
more
sympathetic
.
"
Have
you
hurt
yourself
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
Mijnheer
,
nothing
,
"
Julia
answered
;
"
only
a
little
—
my
knees
and
elbows
.
"
Had
she
been
playing
Othello
,
though
she
might
not
have
blacked
herself
all
over
,
it
is
certain
she
would
have
carried
the
black
a
long
way
below
high
water
mark
.
This
was
no
painless
stage
stumble
,
but
one
with
real
bruises
and
a
real
thud
.
The
German
had
half
risen
;
perhaps
he
thought
of
coming
to
help
pick
up
the
pieces
of
broken
cups
that
were
scattered
between
the
cupboard
and
the
chair
.
But
he
did
not
do
so
,
for
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
went
on
to
speak
of
his
unstable
compound
.
"
I
treated
it
with
—
"
he
said
,
and
,
seeing
this
was
something
very
daring
,
the
other
's
attention
was
caught
.
Julia
picked
up
the
pieces
alone
,
and
carried
them
out
on
the
tray
,
and
on
the
tray
also
she
carried
a
bottle
wrapped
into
a
duster
.
It
was
a
wide-necked
stoppered
bottle
,
two-thirds
full
of
white
powder
;
very
much
like
the
one
she
had
brought
in
,
but
also
very
much
like
the
one
that
stood
five
from
the
end
on
the
second
shelf
of
the
cupboard
.
Soon
after
that
she
went
up
to
her
room
,
and
took
the
bottle
with
her
.
Then
,
when
she
had
set
it
in
a
place
of
safety
,
and
securely
locked
the
door
,
she
broke
into
a
silent
laugh
of
delighted
amusement
.
She
pictured
to
herself
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
's
face
when
,
in
company
with
some
other
chemist
,
he
found
the
ground
rice
,
while
his
cook
with
the
"
ass-hoofs
"
carried
the
explosive
to
her
native
land
.
"
What
a
thief
I
should
make
,
"
was
her
own
opinion
of
herself
.
"
I
believe
I
could
do
as
well
as
Grimm
's
'
Master
Thief
,
'
who
stole
the
parson
and
clerk
.
"
She
took
up
the
bottle
and
shook
a
little
of
the
contents
into
her
hand
;
she
had
not
the
least
idea
how
it
was
set
off
,
whether
a
blow
,
a
fall
,
or
heat
would
reveal
its
dangerous
characteristics
.
For
a
little
she
looked
at
it
with
curiosity
and
satisfaction
.
But
gradually
the
satisfaction
faded
;
the
excitement
of
the
chase
was
over
,
and
the
prize
,
now
it
was
won
,
did
not
seem
a
great
thing
.
She
set
the
bottle
down
rather
distastefully
,
and
turned
away
.
"
He
could
not
have
got
the
stuff
,
"
she
told
herself
defiantly
—
"
he
"
was
Rawson-Clew
—
but
the
next
moment
,
with
the
justice
she
dealt
herself
,
she
admitted
,
"
Because
he
would
not
get
it
this
way
;
he
is
not
rogue
enough
;
while
as
for
me
—
I
am
a
born
rogue
.
"
She
pushed
open
the
window
and
looked
out
,
although
it
was
quite
dark
,
and
the
air
pervaded
with
a
cold
,
rank
smell
of
wet
vegetation
.
She
was
thinking
of
the
other
piece
of
roguery
which
she
had
meant
to
commit
,
and
yet
had
not
.
She
had
the
bulb
,
in
spite
of
that
;
it
was
safe
among
her
clothes
—
hers
by
a
free
gift
,
hers
absolutely
,
yet
as
unable
to
be
sold
as
the
lock
of
a
dead
mother
's
hair
.
The
debt
of
honour
could
not
be
paid
by
that
.
From
her
heart
she
wished
she
had
not
got
the
daffodil
;
she
put
it
in
the
same
category
with
Mr.
Gillat
's
watch
,
as
one
of
the
things
which
made
her
ashamed
of
herself
and
of
her
life
,
even
of
this
last
act
,
and
the
very
skill
that
had
made
it
easy
.
She
took
up
the
bottle
again
,
and
for
a
moment
considered
whether
she
should
give
it
back
to
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
—
not
personally
,
that
would
hardly
be
safe
;
but
she
could
post
it
from
England
after
she
left
his
service
.
But
she
did
not
do
so
;
Rawson-Clew
stood
in
the
way
;
it
was
for
him
she
had
taken
it
,
and
her
purpose
in
him
still
stood
.
He
wanted
the
explosive
,
it
would
be
to
his
credit
and
honour
to
have
it
;
the
government
service
to
which
he
belonged
would
think
highly
of
him
if
he
had
it
—
if
he
received
it
anonymously
,
so
that
he
could
not
tell
from
whence
it
came
,
and
they
could
not
divide
the
credit
of
getting
it
between
him
and
another
.
He
wanted
it
,
and
he
had
been
good
to
her
.
He
had
been
kind
when
she
was
in
trouble
;
he
had
not
believed
her
when
she
had
called
herself
dishonest
;
he
had
treated
her
as
an
equal
,
in
spite
of
the
affair
at
Marbridge
,
and
he
had
asked
her
to
marry
him
when
he
thought
she
was
compromised
by
the
holiday
in
the
Dunes
.
For
a
moment
her
mind
strayed
from
the
point
at
issue
,
to
that
offer
of
marriage
.
She
remembered
the
exact
wording
of
the
letter
as
if
she
had
but
just
received
it
,
and
it
pleased
her
afresh
.
She
did
not
regret
that
she
had
refused
him
;
nothing
else
had
been
possible
.
She
did
not
want
to
marry
him
;
albeit
,
when
they
had
sat
together
under
his
coat
,
she
had
not
shrunk
from
contact
with
him
as
she
had
shrunk
from
Joost
when
he
had
tried
to
take
her
hand
—
that
was
certainly
strange
.
But
she
was
quite
sure
she
did
not
want
to
marry
him
;
now
she
came
to
think
about
it
,
she
could
imagine
that
,
were
she
a
girl
of
his
own
class
,
with
the
looks
,
training
and
knowledge
that
belonged
,
she
might
have
found
him
precisely
the
man
she
would
have
wanted
to
marry
.
She
went
to
a
drawer
and
took
out
an
old
handkerchief
.
She
was
not
a
girl
of
that
sort
—
deep
down
she
felt
inarticulately
the
old
primitive
consciousness
of
inferiority
and
superiority
,
at
once
jealous
and
contemptuous
;
marrying
him
and
living
always
on
his
plane
were
alike
impossible
to
her
,
but
she
could
give
him
the
explosive
.
There
was
not
one
girl
among
all
those
others
who
could
have
got
it
and
given
it
to
him
!
She
tore
a
piece
from
the
handkerchief
,
and
fastened
it
over
the
stopper
of
the
bottle
;
then
she
got
out
a
hat
trimmed
with
bows
of
wide
ribbon
,
and
sewed
the
bottle
into
the
centre
bow
.
It
presented
rather
a
bulgy
appearance
,
but
by
a
little
pulling
of
the
other
trimming
it
was
hardly
noticeable
,
and
really
nothing
is
too
peculiar
to
be
worn
on
the
head
.
After
that
she
went
to
bed
.
There
was
trouble
in
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
's
kitchen
the
next
day
;
the
young
cook
,
who
had
behaved
so
admirably
before
,
did
what
old
Marthe
called
"
showing
the
cloven
hoof
.
"
She
was
impertinent
,
she
was
idle
;
she
broke
dishes
,
she
wasted
eggs
,
and
she
lighted
a
roaring
fire
in
the
big
stove
,
in
spite
of
the
strict
economy
of
fuel
which
was
one
of
the
first
rules
of
the
household
.
Finally
she
announced
that
she
must
have
a
day
's
holiday
.
Marthe
refused
point
blank
,
whereupon
the
cook
said
she
should
take
it
,
and
a
dispute
ensued
;
Marthe
called
her
several
names
,
and
reminded
her
of
the
fact
that
she
had
no
character
,
and
that
she
had
confessed
to
being
obliged
to
leave
the
Van
Heigens
in
haste
.
Julia
retorted
that
that
fact
was
known
to
the
housekeeper
when
she
engaged
her
,
and
was
the
reason
of
the
starvation
wage
offered
.
Marthe
then
inquired
what
enormity
it
was
that
she
had
committed
at
the
Van
Heigens
'
,
and
intimated
that
it
must
be
disgraceful
indeed
for
a
person
,
pretending
to
be
a
lady-help
,
to
be
thankful
to
accept
the
situation
of
cook
.
Julia
's
answer
was
scarcely
polite
,
and
very
well
calculated
to
rouse
the
old
woman
further
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
she
opened
the
door
and
skilfully
worked
herself
and
her
antagonist
into
the
passage
,
and
some
way
up
it
,
raising
her
voice
so
as
to
incite
the
other
to
raise
hers
.
The
result
was
that
soon
the
noise
reached
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
.
Out
he
came
in
a
great
rage
,
ordering
them
about
their
business
,
and
abusing
them
roundly
.
Marthe
hurried
back
to
the
kitchen
,
effectually
silenced
,
but
Julia
remained
;
she
had
not
got
her
dismissal
yet
,
and
it
was
imperative
she
should
get
it
,
for
there
was
no
telling
when
the
ground
rice
would
be
discovered
.
But
she
soon
got
what
she
wanted
;
after
a
very
little
more
inciting
,
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
ordered
her
out
of
his
house
a
great
deal
more
peremptorily
than
she
had
been
ordered
out
of
the
Van
Heigens
'
.
She
was
to
go
at
once
;
she
was
to
pack
her
things
and
go
,
and
Marthe
was
to
see
that
she
took
nothing
but
what
was
her
own
;
she
was
the
most
un
trustworthy
and
incompetent
pig
that
the
devil
ever
sent
to
spoil
good
food
,
and
steal
silver
spoons
.
To
this
Julia
replied
by
asking
for
her
wages
.
At
first
Van
de
Greutz
refused
;
but
Julia
,
with
some
effrontery
,
considering
the
circumstances
,
declined
to
go
without
them
,
so
eventually
he
thought
better
of
it
and
paid
her
.
After
that
she
and
Marthe
went
up-stairs
,
and
she
packed
and
Marthe
looked
on
,
closely
scrutinising
everything
.
When
all
was
done
,
and
she
herself
dressed
,
she
walked
out
of
the
house
,
with
the
formula
fastened
inside
her
cuff
,
and
the
explosive
balanced
on
her
head
.
And
the
old
man
who
did
the
rough
work
about
the
place
came
with
her
,
wheeling
her
luggage
on
a
barrow
as
far
as
the
gate
.
Here
he
shot
it
out
,
and
left
her
to
wait
till
she
might
hail
some
passing
cart
,
and
so
get
herself
conveyed
to
the
town
.
CHAPTER
XIII
THE
HEIRESS
There
was
a
fog
on
the
river
and
while
the
tide
was
low
no
craft
moved
;
but
with
its
rising
there
came
a
stir
of
life
,
the
mist
that
crept
low
on
the
brown
water
became
articulate
with
syren
voices
and
the
thud
of
screws
and
the
wash
of
water
churned
by
belated
boats
.
The
steamers
called
eerily
,
out
of
the
distance
a
heart-broken
cry
like
no
other
thing
on
earth
,
suddenly
near
at
hand
a
hoot
terrific
;
but
nothing
was
to
be
seen
except
rarely
when
out
of
the
yellow
impenetrableness
a
hull
rose
abruptly
,
a
vague
dark
mass
almost
within
touching
distance
.
Julia
stood
on
deck
and
listened
while
the
little
Dutch
boat
crept
up
;
she
found
something
fascinating
in
this
strange
,
shrouded
river
,
haunted
,
like
a
stream
of
the
nether
world
,
with
lamentable
bodiless
voices
.
The
fog
had
delayed
them
,
of
course
;
the
afternoon
was
now
far
advanced
;
they
had
been
compelled
to
wait
some
long
time
while
the
tide
was
down
,
and
even
now
that
it
was
coming
up
,
they
could
go
but
slowly
.
The
last
through
train
to
Marbridge
would
have
left
Paddington
before
the
Tower
Stairs
were
reached
;
but
Julia
did
not
mind
that
;
she
would
go
to
Mr.
Gillat
;
she
could
get
a
room
at
the
house
where
he
lodged
for
one
night
;
she
was
glad
at
the
thought
of
seeing
Johnny
again
.
Johnny
,
who
knew
the
worst
and
loved
and
trusted
still
.
Gradually
the
fog
lifted
,
not
clearing
right
away
,
but
enough
for
the
last
of
the
sunset
to
show
smoky
,
rose
in
a
wonderful
tawny
sky
.
All
the
russet-brown
water
kindled
,
each
ripple
edge
catching
a
gleam
of
yellow
,
except
to
the
eastward
,
where
,
by
some
trick
of
light
,
the
main
stream
looked
like
a
pool
of
dull
silver
,
all
pale
and
cold
and
holy
.
The
wharves
and
factories
on
the
banks
revealed
themselves
,
heavy
black
outlines
,
pinnacled
with
chimneys
like
some
far-off
spired
city
.
All
the
craft
that
filled
the
river
became
clear
too
,
those
that
lay
still
waiting
repairs
or
cargo
or
the
flood
of
the
incoming
tide
,
and
those
that
moved
—
the
black
Norwegian
timber
boats
,
the
dirty
tramp
steamers
from
far-off
seas
,
the
smooth
grey-hulled
liners
,
the
long
strings
of
loaded
barges
,
that
followed
one
another
up
the
great
waterway
like
camels
in
a
desert
caravan
.
Julia
stood
on
deck
and
watched
it
all
,
and
to
her
there
seemed
a
certain
sombre
beauty
and
a
something
that
moved
her
,
though
she
could
not
tell
why
,
with
a
curious
baseless
pride
of
race
.
And
while
she
watched
,
the
twilight
fell
,
and
the
colours
turned
to
purple
and
grey
,
and
the
lights
twinkled
out
in
the
shipping
and
along
the
shore
—
hundreds
and
hundreds
of
lights
;
and
gradually
,
like
the
murmur
of
the
sea
in
a
shell
,
the
roar
of
the
city
grew
on
the
ear
,
till
at
last
the
little
boat
reached
the
Stairs
,
where
the
old
grey
fortress
looks
down
on
the
new
grey
bridge
,
and
the
restless
river
below
.
A
waterman
put
Julia
ashore
,
after
courtesies
from
the
Custom
House
officers
,
and
a
porter
took
her
and
her
belongings
to
Mark
Lane
station
,
from
whence
it
was
not
difficult
to
get
approximately
near
Berwick
Street
.
Mr.
Gillat
was
not
expecting
visitors
;
he
had
no
reason
to
imagine
any
one
would
come
to
see
him
;
he
did
not
imagine
that
the
rings
at
the
front
bell
could
concern
him
;
even
when
he
heard
steps
coming
up-stairs
he
only
thought
it
was
another
lodger
.
It
was
not
till
Julia
opened
the
door
of
the
back
room
he
now
occupied
that
he
had
the
least
idea
any
one
had
come
to
see
him
.
"
Julia
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
when
he
saw
her
standing
on
the
threshold
.
"
Dear
,
dear
,
dear
me
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
Julia
said
,
"
it
really
is
I
.
I
'm
back
again
,
you
see
;
"
and
she
came
in
and
shut
the
door
.
"
Bless
my
soul
!
"
Johnny
said
;
"
bless
my
soul
!
You
're
home
again
!
"
"
On
my
way
home
;
I
ca
n't
get
to
Marbridge
to-night
very
comfortably
,
and
I
wanted
to
see
you
,
so
here
I
am
.
I
have
arranged
with
your
landlady
to
let
me
have
a
room
.
"
Mr.
Gillat
appeared
quite
overcome
with
joy
and
surprise
,
and
it
seemed
to
Julia
,
nervousness
too
.
He
led
her
to
a
chair
;
"
Wo
n't
you
sit
down
?
"
he
said
,
placing
it
so
that
it
commanded
a
view
of
the
window
and
nothing
else
.
Julia
sat
down
;
she
did
not
need
to
look
at
the
room
;
she
had
already
mastered
most
of
its
details
.
When
she
first
came
in
she
had
seen
that
it
was
small
and
poor
—
a
back
bedroom
,
nothing
more
;
an
iron
bed
,
not
too
tidy
,
stood
in
one
corner
,
a
washstand
,
with
dirty
water
in
the
basin
,
in
another
.
There
was
a
painted
chest
of
drawers
opposite
the
window
;
one
leg
was
missing
,
its
place
being
supplied
by
a
pile
of
old
school-books
;
the
top
was
adorned
with
a
piece
of
newspaper
in
lieu
of
a
cover
,
and
one
of
the
drawers
stood
partly
open
;
no
human
efforts
could
get
it
shut
,
so
Mr.
Gillat
's
wardrobe
was
exposed
to
the
public
gaze
—
if
the
public
happened
to
look
that
way
.
Julia
did
not
;
nor
did
she
look
towards
the
fire-place
,
where
a
very
large
towel-horse
with
a
very
small
towel
upon
it
acted
as
a
stove
ornament
—
plain
proof
that
fires
were
unknown
there
.
She
looked
across
Mr.
Gillat
's
cheap
lamp
to
the
window
and
the
vista
of
chimney
pots
,
which
were
very
well
in
view
,
for
the
blind
refused
to
come
down
and
only
draped
the
upper
half
of
the
window
in
a
drooping
fashion
.
Johnny
stood
against
the
chest
of
drawers
,
striving
vainly
to
push
the
refractory
drawer
shut
,
although
he
knew
by
experience
it
was
quite
impossible
.
She
could
see
him
without
turning
her
head
;
he
was
shabbier
than
ever
;
even
his
tie
—
his
one
extravagance
used
to
be
gay
ties
—
was
shabby
,
and
his
shoes
would
hardly
keep
on
his
feet
.
His
round
pink
face
was
still
round
and
pink
;
he
did
not
look
exactly
older
,
though
his
grizzled
little
moustache
was
greyer
,
only
somehow
more
puzzled
and
hurt
by
the
ways
of
fate
.
Julia
knew
that
that
was
the
way
he
would
age
;
experience
would
never
teach
him
anything
,
although
,
as
she
suddenly
realised
,
it
had
been
trying
lately
.
She
turned
away
from
the
window
;
"
I
have
left
my
luggage
at
the
station
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
got
out
what
I
wanted
in
the
waiting-room
and
brought
it
along
in
a
parcel
.
I
think
I
'll
take
it
to
my
room
now
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
and
wash
my
face
and
get
rid
of
my
hat
—
it
is
very
heavy
.
I
sha
n't
be
long
.
"
She
rose
as
she
spoke
,
and
Johnny
bustled
to
open
the
door
for
her
,
too
much
a
gentleman
,
in
spite
of
all
,
to
show
he
was
glad
to
have
her
go
and
give
him
a
chance
to
clear
up
.
At
the
door
she
paused
.
"
You
need
not
order
supper
,
Johnny
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
've
seen
about
that
.
"
Johnny
stopped
,
his
face
a
shade
pinker
.
"
Oh
,
but
,
"
he
protested
,
"
you
should
n't
do
that
;
you
must
n't
do
that
.
I
'll
tell
Mrs.
Horn
we
wo
n't
have
it
;
I
'll
make
it
all
right
with
her
;
I
was
just
going
out
to
get
a
—
a
pork
pie
for
myself
.
"
It
is
to
be
feared
this
statement
was
no
more
veracious
than
Julia
's
,
and
certainly
it
was
not
nearly
so
well
made
;
it
would
not
have
deceived
a
far
less
astute
person
than
she
,
while
hers
would
have
deceived
a
far
more
astute
person
than
he
.
"
A
pork
pie
?
"
Julia
said
.
"
You
have
no
business
to
eat
such
things
in
the
evening
at
your
time
of
life
.
I
tell
you
I
have
settled
supper
;
we
had
much
better
have
what
I
have
got
.
I
could
not
bring
you
a
present
home
from
Holland
;
I
left
in
a
hurry
,
so
I
have
bought
supper
instead
.
It
is
my
present
to
you
—
and
myself
—
I
have
selected
just
what
I
thought
I
could
eat
best
;
one
has
fancies
,
you
know
,
after
one
has
been
seasick
.
"
It
would
require
an
ingeniously
bad
sailor
to
be
seasick
while
a
Dutch
cargo
boat
crept
up
the
Thames
in
a
fog
,
but
Julia
never
spared
the
trimmings
when
she
did
do
any
lying
.
Johnny
was
quite
satisfied
and
let
her
go
to
take
off
her
hat
—
and
the
precious
explosive
which
she
still
carried
in
it
.
While
she
was
gone
he
tidied
the
room
to
the
best
of
his
ability
.
He
regretted
that
he
had
nowhere
better
to
ask
her
;
if
he
had
the
sitting-room
he
occupied
when
Rawson-Clew
came
in
September
,
he
would
have
felt
quite
grand
.
But
that
was
a
thing
of
the
past
,
so
he
made
the
best
of
circumstances
and
went
to
the
reckless
extravagance
of
sixpenny
worth
of
fire
.
When
Julia
came
in
,
the
towel-horse
had
been
removed
from
the
fender
,
and
a
fire
was
sputtering
awkwardly
in
the
grate
,
while
Mr.
Gillat
,
proud
as
a
school-boy
who
has
planned
a
surprise
treat
,
was
trying
to
coax
the
smoke
up
the
damp
chimney
.
"
Johnny
!
"
Julia
exclaimed
,
"
what
extravagance
!
It
's
quite
a
warm
night
,
too
!
"
Johnny
smiled
delightedly
.
"
I
thought
you
'd
be
cold
after
your
journey
;
you
look
quite
pale
and
pinched
,
"
he
said
;
"
seasickness
does
leave
one
feeling
chilly
.
"
Julia
repented
of
that
unnecessary
trimming
of
hers
.
"
It
is
nice
to
have
a
fire
,
"
she
said
,
striving
not
to
cough
at
the
choking
smoke
;
"
I
do
n't
need
it
a
bit
,
but
I
do
n't
know
anything
I
should
have
enjoyed
more
;
why
,
I
have
n't
seen
a
real
fire
since
I
left
England
!
"
She
broke
off
to
take
the
tongs
from
Mr.
Gillat
,
who
,
in
his
efforts
to
improve
the
draught
,
had
managed
to
shut
the
register
.
She
opened
it
again
,
and
in
a
little
had
the
fire
burning
nicely
.
Johnny
looked
on
and
admired
,
and
at
her
suggestion
opened
the
window
to
let
out
the
smoke
.
After
that
she
managed
to
persuade
the
blind
down
,
and
,
what
is
more
,
mended
it
so
that
it
would
go
up
again
;
then
Mr.
Gillat
cleared
the
dressing-table
and
pulled
it
out
into
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
by
that
time
supper
was
ready
—
fried
steak
and
onions
and
bottled
beer
,
with
jam
puffs
and
strong
black
coffee
to
follow
—
not
exactly
the
things
for
one
lately
suffering
from
seasickness
,
but
Julia
tried
them
all
except
the
bottled
beer
and
seemed
none
the
worse
for
it
.
And
as
for
Johnny
,
if
you
had
searched
London
over
you
could
have
found
nothing
more
to
his
taste
.
He
was
a
little
troubled
at
the
thought
of
what
Julia
must
have
spent
,
but
she
assured
him
she
had
her
wages
,
so
he
was
content
.
Seldom
was
one
happier
than
Mr.
Gillat
at
that
supper
,
or
afterwards
,
when
the
table
was
cleared
and
they
drew
up
to
the
fire
.
They
sat
one
each
side
of
the
fender
on
cane-seated
chairs
,
the
coffee
on
the
hob
,
and
Johnny
smoking
a
Dutch
cigar
of
Julia
's
providing
.
One
can
buy
them
at
the
railway
stations
in
Holland
,
and
she
had
scarcely
more
pleasure
in
giving
them
to
Johnny
than
she
had
in
smuggling
home
more
than
the
permitted
quantity
.
"
Now
tell
me
about
things
,
"
Julia
said
.
Johnny
's
face
fell
a
little
.
During
supper
they
had
talked
about
her
affairs
and
experiences
,
none
of
the
unpleasant
ones
;
she
was
determined
not
to
have
the
supper
spoiled
by
anything
.
Now
,
however
,
she
felt
that
the
time
had
come
to
hear
the
other
side
of
things
.
"
I
suppose
father
has
been
to
town
?
"
she
remarked
;
she
knew
only
too
well
that
nothing
else
could
account
for
Mr.
Gillat
's
reduced
circumstances
.
"
When
did
he
go
?
"
"
He
has
not
been
gone
much
more
than
a
week
,
"
Johnny
said
;
"
think
of
that
now
!
If
he
'd
stayed
only
a
fortnight
more
he
'd
have
been
here
to-night
;
it
is
a
pity
!
"
"
I
do
n't
think
it
is
at
all
,
"
Julia
said
frankly
;
"
the
pity
is
he
ever
came
.
"
Johnny
rubbed
his
hand
along
his
chair
.
"
Well
,
well
,
"
he
said
,
"
your
mother
wished
it
;
she
knows
what
she
is
about
;
she
is
a
wonderful
woman
,
a
wonderful
woman
.
I
did
what
you
told
me
,
I
really
did
.
"
Julia
was
sure
of
that
,
but
she
was
also
sure
now
that
he
had
not
been
a
match
for
her
mother
.
"
I
went
down
to
Marbridge
a
week
before
your
father
was
supposed
to
be
coming
to
town
;
I
warned
him
very
likely
I
should
have
to
go
away
,
just
as
you
said
—
and
the
very
day
I
went
to
Marbridge
he
came
to
town
,
the
very
day
—
a
week
earlier
than
was
talked
of
.
"
Julia
could
not
repress
an
inclination
to
smile
,
not
only
at
the
neat
way
in
which
her
mother
had
checkmated
her
,
but
also
at
the
thought
of
that
lady
's
face
when
Mr.
Gillat
presented
himself
at
Marbridge
,
just
as
she
was
congratulating
herself
on
being
rid
of
the
Captain
.
"
What
happened
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Did
mother
send
you
back
to
town
again
?
"
"
She
did
not
send
me
,
"
Mr.
Gillat
answered
;
"
but
,
of
course
,
I
had
to
go
,
as
she
said
;
there
was
your
father
all
alone
here
;
it
would
be
very
dull
for
him
;
I
could
n't
leave
him
.
Besides
,
he
is
not
—
not
a
strong
man
,
it
would
be
better
—
she
would
feel
more
easy
if
she
thought
he
had
his
old
friend
with
him
,
to
see
he
did
n't
get
into
—
you
know
.
"
"
I
know
,
"
Julia
answered
;
"
mother
told
you
all
this
,
then
she
paid
your
fare
back
again
.
"
"
Not
paid
my
fare
,
"
Mr.
Gillat
corrected
;
"
a
lady
could
not
offer
to
do
such
a
thing
;
do
you
think
I
would
ever
have
allowed
it
?
I
could
n't
you
know
.
"
Julia
's
lips
set
straight
;
she
had
something
of
a
man
's
contempt
for
small
meannesses
,
and
it
is
possible
her
judgment
on
this
economy
of
her
mother
's
was
harder
than
any
she
had
for
the
unjustifiable
extravagances
at
which
she
guessed
.
She
did
not
say
anything
of
it
to
Mr.
Gillat
,
she
was
too
ashamed
;
not
that
he
saw
it
in
that
light
;
he
did
n't
think
he
had
been
in
any
way
badly
used
,
he
never
did
.
"
Well
,
"
she
said
,
"
then
you
came
back
to
town
and
looked
after
father
to
the
best
of
your
abilities
?
I
suppose
you
could
not
do
much
good
?
"
Johnny
rubbed
his
hand
along
his
chair
again
for
a
little
.
"
You
see
,
"
he
said
hesitatingly
,
"
it
was
very
dull
for
him
;
of
course
he
wanted
amusement
.
"
"
And
of
course
he
had
it
,
though
he
could
not
afford
it
,
and
you
paid
?
"
"
Not
to
any
great
extent
;
oh
,
dear
no
,
not
to
any
great
extent
.
"
"
No
,
because
you
had
not
got
'
any
great
extent
'
to
spend
;
what
you
had
,
limited
the
amount
,
I
suppose
,
nothing
else
.
"
Mr.
Gillat
ignored
this
.
"
Your
father
,
"
he
said
,
rather
uneasily
,
looking
at
her
and
then
away
again
,
"
your
father
never
had
a
very
strong
head
,
he
—
you
know
—
he
—
"
"
Has
taken
to
drink
?
"
Julia
asked
baldly
.
"
As
well
as
gambling
he
drinks
now
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
Johnny
said
quickly
,
"
not
exactly
,
that
is
—
he
does
take
more
than
he
used
,
more
than
is
good
for
him
sometimes
;
not
much
is
good
for
him
,
you
know
—
he
does
take
more
,
it
is
no
good
pretending
he
does
not
.
But
it
was
very
dull
for
him
;
it
did
not
suit
him
being
here
,
I
think
;
he
used
to
get
so
low
in
spirits
,
what
with
his
losses
and
feeling
he
was
not
wanted
at
home
.
He
thinks
a
great
deal
of
your
mother
,
and
he
could
not
but
feel
that
she
does
not
think
much
of
him
to
send
him
away
like
that
;
it
hurt
him
,
although
,
as
he
said
to
me
more
than
once
,
no
doubt
he
deserved
it
.
It
preyed
on
his
mind
;
he
seemed
to
want
something
to
cheer
him
.
"
Julia
nodded
;
she
could
understand
the
effect
well
enough
,
though
the
causes
at
work
might
not
be
quite
clear
.
To
her
young
judgment
it
seemed
a
little
strange
that
her
father
should
have
never
realised
what
a
cumberer
of
the
ground
he
was
to
his
wife
until
she
banished
him
"
for
his
health
.
"
But
so
it
evidently
was
,
and
after
all
she
could
believe
it
;
like
some
others
he
had
"
made
such
a
sinner
of
his
conscience
,
"
that
he
could
believe
,
not
only
his
own
lie
,
but
the
legends
woven
about
him
.
They
had
all
pretended
things
,
he
and
they
also
;
his
position
,
too
,
had
come
gradually
,
he
had
got
to
accept
it
without
thinking
before
it
was
an
established
fact
.
But
now
the
truth
had
been
brought
home
to
him
—
more
or
less
—
and
he
was
miserable
,
and
,
according
to
the
custom
of
his
sort
,
set
to
making
bad
worse
as
soon
as
ever
he
discovered
it
.
"
Why
did
he
go
home
last
week
?
"
she
aroused
herself
to
ask
.
"
He
thought
it
his
duty
,
"
was
Johnny
's
surprising
answer
.
"
No
,
Mrs.
Polkington
did
not
send
for
him
,
she
did
not
know
he
was
coming
;
he
decided
for
himself
,
he
felt
it
would
be
better
.
"
Mr.
Gillat
rambled
on
vaguely
,
but
Julia
was
not
slow
to
guess
that
the
principal
reason
was
to
be
found
in
the
state
of
Johnny
's
finances
.
She
questioned
him
as
to
when
he
had
moved
into
the
back
room
,
and
,
finding
it
to
be
not
long
before
her
father
's
departure
,
guessed
that
discomfort
,
like
the
husks
of
the
prodigal
son
,
had
awakened
the
thing
dignified
by
the
name
of
duty
.
For
a
little
she
sat
in
silence
,
thinking
matters
over
.
Johnny
smoked
hard
at
the
stump
of
his
cigar
,
mended
the
fire
and
fidgeted
,
looking
sideways
at
her
.
"
Do
n't
worry
about
it
,
"
he
ventured
at
last
;
"
things
'll
look
up
,
they
will
;
when
he
's
back
at
Marbridge
with
your
mother
he
'll
be
all
right
.
She
always
had
a
great
influence
over
him
,
she
had
,
indeed
.
"
Julia
said
"
Yes
.
"
But
he
did
not
feel
there
was
much
enthusiasm
in
the
monosyllable
,
so
he
cast
about
in
his
mind
for
something
to
cheer
her
and
thus
remembered
a
very
important
matter
.
"
What
an
old
fool
I
am
!
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
There
's
something
I
ought
to
have
told
you
the
moment
you
came
in
,
and
I
've
clean
forgotten
it
until
now
;
it
's
good
news
,
too
!
There
is
a
lawyer
wants
to
see
you
.
"
"
What
about
?
"
Julia
asked
;
she
did
not
seem
to
naturally
associate
a
lawyer
with
good
news
.
"
A
legacy
,
"
Johnny
answered
triumphantly
.
Julia
was
much
astonished
;
she
could
not
imagine
from
whence
it
came
,
but
before
she
asked
she
made
the
business-like
inquiry
,
"
How
much
?
"
"
Not
a
great
deal
,
I
'm
afraid
,
"
Mr.
Gillat
was
obliged
to
say
;
"
still
,
a
little
's
a
help
,
you
know
;
it
may
be
a
great
help
;
you
remember
your
father
's
Aunt
Jane
?
"
Julia
did
,
or
rather
she
remembered
the
name
.
Great
-aunt
Jane
was
one
of
the
relations
the
Polkingtons
did
not
use
;
she
was
not
rich
enough
or
obliging
enough
to
give
any
help
,
nor
grand
enough
for
conversational
purposes
.
She
never
figured
in
Mrs.
Polkington
's
talk
except
vaguely
as
"
one
of
my
husband
's
people
in
Norfolk
;
"
this
when
she
was
explaining
that
the
Captain
came
of
East
Anglian
stock
on
his
mother
's
side
.
Jane
was
only
a
step-aunt
to
the
Captain
;
his
mother
had
married
above
her
family
,
her
half-sister
Jane
had
married
a
little
beneath
—
a
small
farmer
,
in
fact
,
whose
farming
had
got
smaller
still
before
he
died
,
which
was
long
ago
.
Great-aunt
Jane
could
not
have
much
to
leave
any
one
,
but
,
as
Mr.
Gillat
said
,
anything
was
better
than
nothing
;
the
real
surprise
was
why
it
should
have
been
left
to
Julia
.
She
asked
Johnny
about
it
,
but
he
could
not
tell
her
much
;
he
really
knew
very
little
except
that
there
was
something
,
and
that
the
lawyer
wanted
her
address
and
was
annoyed
when
her
relations
could
not
give
it
.
Indeed
,
even
went
so
far
as
to
think
they
would
not
,
and
that
it
would
be
his
duty
to
take
steps
unless
she
was
forthcoming
soon
.
"
I
had
better
go
to
his
office
to-morrow
,
"
Julia
said
;
"
I
suppose
you
know
where
it
is
?
"
Mr.
Gillat
did
,
and
they
arranged
how
they
would
go
to-morrow
,
Johnny
,
who
was
to
wait
outside
,
solely
for
the
pleasure
and
excitement
of
the
expedition
.
After
that
they
talked
about
the
legacy
and
its
probable
amount
for
some
time
.
"
I
suppose
no
other
benefactor
came
inquiring
for
me
while
I
was
away
?
"
Julia
said
,
after
she
had
,
to
please
Johnny
and
not
her
practical
self
,
built
several
air
castles
with
the
legacy
.
"
No
,
"
Mr.
Gillat
said
regretfully
,
"
I
'm
afraid
not
;
no
one
else
asked
for
you
.
At
least
,
some
one
did
;
a
Mr.
Rawson-Clew
came
here
for
your
address
.
"
"
Did
he
though
?
"
Julia
asked
;
"
Did
he
,
indeed
?
What
did
he
want
it
for
?
"
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
know
,
"
Johnny
was
obliged
to
say
;
"
I
do
n't
know
that
he
gave
any
reason
exactly
;
he
said
he
had
met
you
in
Holland
.
I
thought
he
was
a
friend
of
yours
,
he
seemed
to
know
a
good
deal
about
you
.
"
"
He
was
a
friend
,
"
Julia
said
;
"
that
was
quite
right
.
And
so
he
came
for
my
address
.
When
was
this
?
"
Johnny
gave
the
approximate
date
,
and
Julia
asked
:
"
Why
did
he
come
to
you
?
"
Mr.
Gillat
did
not
quite
know
unless
it
was
because
he
had
failed
elsewhere
.
"
But
he
really
came
to
see
your
father
,
"
he
said
.
"
Did
he
see
him
?
"
Julia
inquired
.
"
No
,
he
was
out
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
I
do
n't
believe
your
father
ever
knew
he
came
,
"
Johnny
confessed
;
"
I
meant
to
tell
him
,
of
course
,
but
he
was
late
home
that
day
,
and
when
he
came
he
was
—
was
—
well
,
you
know
,
he
could
n't
—
it
did
n't
seem
—
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Julia
,
coming
to
the
rescue
,
"
he
was
drunk
and
could
not
understand
,
and
afterwards
you
forgot
it
;
it
does
not
matter
;
indeed
,
it
is
better
so
;
I
am
glad
of
it
.
"
Mr.
Gillat
was
fumbling
in
his
shabby
letter-case
;
he
took
out
a
card
;
it
bore
Rawson-Clew
's
name
and
address
of
a
London
club
.
"
He
gave
me
this
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
told
me
to
let
him
know
if
I
heard
from
you
,
if
you
were
in
any
trouble
,
or
anything
—
if
I
thought
you
were
.
"
Julia
held
out
her
hand
.
"
You
had
better
give
it
to
me
,
"
she
said
;
"
I
'll
let
him
know
all
that
is
necessary
.
Thank
you
;
"
and
she
put
the
card
away
.
Soon
after
she
went
to
her
room
,
for
it
was
growing
late
.
But
she
did
not
hurry
over
undressing
;
indeed
,
when
she
sat
down
to
take
off
her
stockings
,
she
paused
with
one
in
her
hand
,
thinking
of
Rawson-Clew
.
So
he
had
tried
to
find
out
where
she
was
;
he
did
not
then
accept
her
answer
as
final
;
he
was
bent
on
seeing
that
she
came
to
no
harm
through
him
—
honourable
,
certainly
,
and
like
him
.
He
had
come
to
Berwick
Street
and
nearly
seen
her
father
—
drunk
;
quite
seen
Mr.
Gillat
,
in
the
first
floor
sitting-room
certainly
,
but
no
doubt
shabby
and
not
very
wise
as
usual
.
She
was
not
ashamed
;
though
for
a
moment
she
had
been
glad
he
had
missed
her
father
;
now
she
told
herself
it
did
not
matter
either
way
.
He
knew
what
she
was
and
what
her
people
were
;
what
did
it
matter
if
he
realised
it
a
little
more
?
They
were
not
of
his
sort
,
it
was
no
good
pretending
for
a
moment
that
they
were
.
His
sort
!
She
laughed
silently
at
the
thought
.
The
girls
of
his
sort
eating
steak
and
onions
in
a
back
bedroom
with
Johnny
Gillat
!
Caring
for
Johnny
as
she
cared
,
liking
to
sit
with
him
in
the
pokey
little
room
while
he
smoked
Dutch
cigars
;
not
doing
it
out
of
kindness
of
heart
and
charity
,
but
finding
personal
pleasure
in
it
and
a
sense
of
home-coming
!
If
Rawson-Clew
had
come
that
evening
while
they
were
at
supper
,
or
while
she
cured
the
smoky
fire
or
mended
the
blind
,
or
while
they
sipped
black
coffee
out
of
earthenware
breakfast-cups
and
talked
of
her
father
's
delinquencies
!
It
would
not
have
mattered
;
he
knew
she
was
of
the
stoke-hole
—
she
had
told
him
so
—
and
not
like
the
accomplished
girls
whom
he
usually
met
—
who
could
not
have
got
him
the
explosive
!
She
dropped
her
stocking
to
take
the
wide-necked
bottle
in
her
hands
,
deciding
now
how
best
to
send
it
.
It
must
go
by
post
,
in
a
good-sized
wooden
box
,
tightly
packed
,
with
a
great
deal
of
damp
straw
and
wool
;
it
ought
to
be
safe
that
way
.
She
would
send
it
to
the
club
address
,
it
was
fortunate
she
had
it
;
but
not
yet
,
not
until
her
own
plans
were
clearer
.
It
was
just
possible
he
might
suspect
her
;
it
was
hardly
likely
,
but
it
was
always
as
well
to
provide
against
remote
contingencies
,
for
if
he
tried
and
succeeded
in
verifying
the
suspicion
everything
would
be
spoiled
.
He
had
made
sensible
efforts
to
find
her
before
,
he
might
make
equally
sensible
and
more
successful
ones
again
,
unless
she
left
a
way
of
escape
clear
for
herself
.
Accordingly
,
so
she
determined
,
the
explosive
should
not
go
yet
,
thought
it
had
better
be
packed
ready
.
She
would
get
a
box
and
packing
to-morrow
;
to-night
she
could
only
copy
the
formula
.
She
did
this
,
printing
it
carefully
on
a
strip
of
paper
which
she
put
on
the
bottle
and
coated
with
wax
from
her
candle
.
She
knew
Herr
Van
de
Greutz
waxed
labels
sometimes
to
preserve
them
from
the
damp
,
so
she
felt
sure
the
formula
would
be
safe
however
wet
she
might
make
the
packing
.
The
next
day
she
went
to
the
lawyer
's
office
and
heard
all
about
the
legacy
and
what
she
must
do
to
prove
her
own
identity
and
claim
it
.
Mr.
Gillat
waited
outside
,
pacing
up
and
down
the
street
,
striving
so
hard
to
look
casual
that
he
aroused
the
suspicions
of
a
not
too
acute
policeman
.
The
official
was
reassured
,
however
,
when
Julia
came
out
of
the
office
and
carried
Johnny
away
to
hear
about
the
legacy
.
"
It
is
more
than
I
thought
,
"
she
said
,
before
they
were
half
down
the
street
.
"
Fifty
pounds
a
year
,
a
small
house
—
not
much
more
than
a
cottage
—
and
a
garden
and
field
;
that
's
about
what
it
comes
to
.
The
house
is
not
worth
much
;
it
is
in
an
unget-at-able
part
of
Norfolk
,
in
the
sandy
district
towards
the
sea
—
the
man
spoke
as
if
I
knew
where
that
was
,
but
I
do
n't
—
and
the
garden
and
field
are
not
fertile
.
I
do
n't
suppose
one
could
let
the
place
,
but
one
could
live
in
it
,
if
one
wanted
to
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
Johnny
said
,
"
of
course
;
you
will
have
your
own
estate
to
retire
to
;
quite
an
heiress
—
your
mother
will
be
pleased
.
"
Julia
could
well
imagine
what
skilful
use
her
mother
could
make
of
the
legacy
;
it
would
figure
beautifully
in
conversation
;
no
doubt
Johnny
was
really
thinking
of
this
also
,
though
he
did
not
know
it
,
for
actually
the
thing
would
not
commend
itself
to
Mrs.
Polkington
so
highly
as
a
lump
sum
of
money
would
have
done
.
"
Why
do
you
think
Great-aunt
Jane
let
it
to
me
?
"
Julia
asked
.
"
Because
I
went
out
to
work
!
It
seems
that
father
and
we
three
girls
are
the
nearest
relations
she
had
,
and
though
we
knew
nothing
about
her
,
she
made
inquiries
about
us
from
time
to
time
.
When
she
heard
I
had
gone
abroad
as
companion
or
lady-help
,
she
said
she
should
leave
all
she
had
to
me
because
I
was
the
only
one
who
even
tried
to
do
any
honest
work
.
You
know
that
is
not
really
strictly
fair
,
because
I
did
not
altogether
go
with
the
idea
of
doing
honest
work
;
although
,
certainly
,
when
I
got
there
I
did
it
.
"
Johnny
did
not
quite
follow
this
last
,
but
it
did
not
matter
,
the
only
thing
that
concerned
him
—
or
Julia
much
,
either
—
was
the
fact
that
she
was
the
possessor
of
£
50
a
year
,
a
cottage
,
a
garden
,
and
a
field
.
Johnny
revelled
in
the
idea
and
talked
of
what
she
was
going
to
do
right
up
to
the
time
that
he
saw
her
into
the
train
at
Paddington
.
The
only
thing
that
put
an
end
to
his
talking
was
the
guard
requesting
him
to
stand
away
from
the
carriage
door
and
Julia
admonished
him
to
leave
go
of
the
handle
before
the
engine
started
.
Julia
herself
did
not
talk
so
much
of
what
she
would
do
because
she
did
not
know
;
she
felt
,
until
she
got
home
and
saw
how
things
were
there
,
it
was
no
good
even
to
plan
how
and
when
to
spend
.
Five
pounds
she
did
spend
;
it
was
really
her
saving
accumulated
by
economy
in
Holland
,
but
she
reckoned
it
as
drawn
from
her
estate
.
Johnny
found
it
in
an
envelope
when
he
returned
to
the
back
bedroom
,
and
with
it
a
note
to
say
that
it
was
in
part
payment
of
Captain
Polkington
's
debts
,
for
which
,
of
course
,
his
family
were
responsible
;
"
and
if
you
make
a
fuss
about
it
,
"
the
letter
concluded
,
dropping
the
business-like
style
,
"
I
shall
trim
'
Bouquet
'
to
stink
next
time
you
come
to
Marbridge
,
and
not
come
and
sit
with
you
.
"
I
think
Johnny
sat
down
and
wept
over
that
letter
;
but
then
he
was
rather
a
silly
old
man
and
he
had
not
had
a
good
meal
,
except
last
night
's
steak
and
onions
,
for
a
fortnight
.
CHAPTER
XIV
THE
END
OF
THE
CAMPAIGN
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