lovingand
being
loved
,
in
the
secrecy
which
increased
their
happiness
a
thousand-fold
and
kept
friends
—
those
worst
of
foes
—
at
a
distance
?
'
We
do
not
want
the
palace
to
wake
up
,
do
we
,
Princess
?
'
he
said
to
her
playfully
as
they
were
walking
up
and
down
the
central
path
of
the
garden
once
more
.
No
,
Hippolyta
would
have
left
them
gladly
to
their
slumbers
.
But
she
had
a
question
to
ask
.
Might
she
call
on
Mr.
Philip
Regan
?
It
was
not
without
blushing
on
her
side
,
and
a
good
deal
of
laughter
from
Rupert
,
that
she
contrived
to
get
her
question
out
.
And
who
was
Mr.
Philip
Regan
,
if
he
might
be
so
bold
as
to
inquire
,
demanded
Rupert
in
turn
.
A
clergyman
?
Oh
,
indeed
!
And
so
Hippolyta
wanted
to
see
a
clergyman
,
after
all
.
She
had
come
round
,
then
,
from
her
obstinacy
;
she
had
begun
to
think
marriage
in
a
duly
licensed
building
not
so
wicked
as
it
appeared
a
few
months
ago
.
Well
,
he
had
no
objection
.
But
,
half
in
shame
and
the
least
bit
inclined
to
be
angry
with
her
adored
Rupert
,
she
answered
no
,
it
was
not
as
he
supposed
,
and
,
if
he
would
promise
to
keep
quiet
and
not
laugh
at
her
,
she
would
tell
him
.
The
artist
,
however
,
was
in
that
mood
of
abounding
joy
which
the
old
wise
Greeks
thought
unseemly
for
a
mere
creature
of
a
day
,
whose
happiness
might
be
blown
to
dust
by
the
passing
wind
,
and
which
they
esteemed
the
forerunner
of
Nemesis
.
He
was
quite
sincere
in
declaring
that
he
would
marry
Hippolyta
when
she
pleased
;
but
if
that
was
not
her
motive
in
seeking
a
clergyman
,
—
if
,
as
seemed
probable
,
it
rose
out
of
her
enthusiasm
for
the
poor
of
the
neighbourhood
,
he
would
neither
meddle
nor
mar
,
in
accordance
with
the
resolution
he
had
taken
at
the
outset
.
What
did
she
want
of
Mr.
Regan
?
Hippolyta
,
somewhat
confused
by
his
previous
jesting
,
could
not
answer
in
a
moment
;
she
hardly
knew
whether
,
in
seeing
Maurice
Regan
's
brother
,
she
intended
to
thwart
Annie
's
wishes
or
to
forward
them
.
And
the
confidence
which
,
on
this
seemingly
unimportant
subject
,
might
have
been
established
between
herself
and
Rupert
was
made
impossible
by
his
fit
of
light-mindedness
.
Instead
,
therefore
,
of
telling
him
Annie
Dauris
's
story
,
she
contented
herself
with
saying
that
Mr.
Regan
had
it
in
his
power
to
assist
the
family
of
the
gardener
in
whom
she
had
taken
an
interest
;
but
that
it
was
a
long
way
to
Saffron
Hill
,
and
she
had
not
been
able
to
decide
on
risking
a
drive
into
the
heart
of
London
.
All
this
sounded
very
like
what
Glanville
had
anticipated
.
He
would
have
been
alarmed
had
she
spoken
of
visiting
a
fashionable
preacher
at
the
West
End
;
but
Mr.
Regan
was
not
known
to
him
by
name
and
could
not
be
famous
,
while
any
chance
of
discovery
in
such
a
region
as
Saffron
Hill
was
not
to
be
imagined
.
He
had
implicit
faith
in
Hippolyta
,
and
,
merely
renewing
his
stipulation
that
she
should
not
enter
a
place
where
there
was
risk
of
infection
,
and
should
withold
her
address
from
Mr.
Regan
,
he
gave
his
consent
.
How
seldom
we
know
which
of
the
cards
we
are
holding
in
our
hand
will
win
or
lose
the
game
!
To
Glanville
the
clergyman
was
nobody
;
and
Annie
Dauris
was
not
even
a
name
;
yet
,
if
he
could
have
been
more
sober
amid
the
enchantments
of
that
evening
,
if
the
frolic
laughter
of
a
spirit
unbent
had
been
kept
in
check
,
he
might
have
discerned
that
Hippolyta
,
though
no
longer
melancholy
,
was
meditative
,
and
after
a
new
fashion
.
More
than
once
during
those
days
Annie
passed
by
the
garden-gates
;
but
,
always
seeing
Mr.
Malcolm
,
she
did
not
venture
in
.
She
knew
that
Mrs.
Malcolm
would
be
kind
,
she
was
never
anything
else
;
but
,
so
long
as
her
husband
stayed
,
there
was
no
hope
of
her
leaving
Forrest
House
for
an
instant
.
How
long
,
then
,
would
he
stay
?
To
Annie
it
was
a
matter
of
life
and
death
.
Hippolyta
,
meanwhile
,
was
like
a
water-lily
floating
in
its
dream
of
beauty
on
the
tranquil
waves
,
her
thoughts
absorbed
,
her
feelings
strung
to
their
highest
pitch
of
intensity
,
her
sadness
gone
,
as
Rupert
perceived
,
and
her
attachment
to
the
beloved
becoming
more
and
more
a
part
of
her
existence
.
What
could
she
desire
that
was
lacking
?
News
of
her
father
's
whereabouts
?
Yes
,
it
was
strange
he
did
not
write
or
send
a
message
to
Falside
.
But
she
resolutely
put
that
trouble
away
from
her
,
like
one
who
is
on
a
voyage
and
knows
that
months
must
elapse
ere
he
can
reach
the
home
he
has
quitted
,
or
need
take
up
again
the
cares
he
has
left
behind
.
In
the
midst
of
such
a
vast
expanse
of
happiness
around
her
,
it
was
not
difficult
to
forget
the
past
or
to
paint
the
future
in
hues
of
Paradise
.
Three
or
four
days
of
perfect
love
,
cloudless
and
serene
;
so
many
hours
during
which
the
heart
was
steeped
in
bliss
,
the
imagination
laughing
and
gay
in
its
fairy
visions
—
hours
at
once
long
as
eternity
,
swift
as
thought
,
and
like
some
momentary
crisis
that
can
never
be
blotted
from
the
memory
,
—
were
they
over
so
soon
,
and
was
Rupert
to
be
spirited
away
once
more
to
that
Hall
of
Frescoes
where
she
saw
him
,
in
his
artist
costume
,
beautiful
and
strange
as
a
god
,
not
hers
,
but
dedicated
to
another
service
?
Yes
,
they
were
over
;
but
she
must
not
sit
down
to
weep
.
Why
should
tears
be
the
price
of
that
happiness
?
She
would
help
some
one
else
to
be
happy
;
she
would
take
charge
of
Annie
Dauris
,
since
there
was
no
creature
near
who
deserved
her
attention
better
,
none
whose
rescue
would
bring
so
much
joy
to
the
good
people
whom
she
had
found
worthy
of
her
affection
.
When
Annie
came
next
to
the
gate
Mr.
Malcolm
was
gone
;
and
on
inquiry
she
learnt
that
Mrs.
Malcolm
had
set
out
soon
after
him
,
and
would
not
be
back
till
evening
.
But
the
housekeeper
did
not
know
that
Hippolyta
had
resolved
on
a
visit
to
Saffron
Hill
.
It
was
to
be
a
secret
from
Annie
,
unless
good
was
certain
to
come
from
telling
her
.
Hippolyta
,
meanwhile
,
though
acquainted
with
London
in
her
frequent
journeyings
to
and
from
abroad
with
Colonel
Valence
,
was
not
at
home
in
the
purlieus
of
the
Italian
quarter
,
and
she
had
some
difficulty
in
finding
her
way
.
It
was
no
part
of
her
intention
to
disclose
whence
she
had
come
to
Mr.
Regan
,
and
accordingly
she
sent
back
the
carriage
to
Forrest
House
when
it
had
conveyed
her
a
couple
of
miles
in
the
direction
of
London
.
Walking
some
distance
along
the
high
road
,
she
engaged
the
first
cab
that
came
towards
her
,
and
had
herself
driven
to
Hyde
Park
Corner
.
There
she
alighted
again
,
turned
down
two
or
three
streets
,
hired
a
second
cab
,
and
was
taken
,
according
to
her
directions
,
within
a
short
distance
of
the
church
that
Annie
had
pointed
out
as
the
one
to
which
Mr.
Philip
Regan
belonged
.
It
was
shut
,
as
most
London
churches
are
on
week-days
,
or
as
at
least
they
seem
to
be
when
one
passes
by
;
and
this
,
in
particular
,
had
a
padlock
on
its
rusty
gate
.
Hippolyta
looked
round
for
the
clergy-house
.
There
was
no
building
near
that
corresponded
with
her
rather
vague
idea
of
what
such
a
residence
should
be
:
the
surroundings
were
poor
and
squalid
;
the
people
she
saw
going
in
and
out
of
the
various
houses
were
emphatically
'
low
'
—
that
is
to
say
,
not
only
poverty-stricken
,
but
brutish-looking
;
—
and
though
many
of
the
houses
were
large
and
of
massive
construction
,
their
general
appearance
was
one
of
such
pervading
filth
,
misery
,
discomfort
,
and
,
she
would
have
said
,
of
such
engrained
wickedness
,
that
she
felt
sure
no
minister
of
a
Gospel
dwelt
in
any
of
them
.
She
bethought
herself
of
reading
the
notices
which
were
posted
up
on
the
church
door
,
behind
the
rusty
grating
.
They
dealt
with
the
things
of
this
world
,
with
dog
taxes
and
carriage
licenses
—
the
latter
absurdly
out
of
place
in
a
quarter
which
was
traversed
only
by
cabs
in
their
flight
east
and
west
,
or
by
great
drays
and
butchers
'
or
costermongers
'
carts
.
The
only
carriages
likely
to
be
seen
within
a
large
radius
of
St.
Audry
's
Church
were
,
said
Hippolyta
to
herself
,
the
hearse
and
mourning-coach
of
the
undertaker
.
Parochial
announcements
,
too
,
stared
her
in
the
face
;
but
it
would
seem
that
in
the
modern
significance
a
parish
was
not
the
fountain
of
heavenly
grace
to
those
who
dwelt
within
its
borders
,
so
much
as
a
corporate
body
bent
on
exacting
two
shillings
in
the
pound
under
severest
threats
from
the
subjects
over
which
it
ruled
.
On
other
sheets
were
published
the
hours
of
service
and
the
amount
of
the
Sunday
collection
,
distributed
in
columns
according
to
the
silver
and
copper
pieces
of
which
it
was
made
up
.
In
a
corner
of
the
last
Hippolyta
read
the
address
of
the
church-wardens
;
but
,
so
far
as
she
could
conjecture
,
these
gentlemen
abode
at
a
distance
,
and
the
morning
would
be
spent
in
seeking
either
of
them
.
Were
the
clergy
always
so
difficult
to
discover
?
She
had
thought
of
them
as
making
a
part
of
the
buildings
in
which
they
officiated
,
but
it
would
seem
she
was
mistaken
.
What
should
she
do
next
?
The
way
in
which
Colonel
Valence
had
educated
his
daughter
led
to
her
being
,
in
the
presence
of
a
trifling
embarrassment
like
this
,
wild
and
shy
.
Clergymen
were
so
closely
bound
up
with
that
huge
imposture
called
the
social
organism
that
Hippolyta
,
in
endeavouring
to
find
one
of
them
,
had
something
of
the
feeling
which
possesses
a
recruit
who
enters
for
the
first
time
on
a
field
of
battle
.
She
was
excited
and
,
perhaps
it
will
be
doing
her
no
great
injustice
to
add
,
slightly
afraid
.
The
medieval
superstition
which
made
men
begin
a
story
with
the
solemn
announcement
,
'
in
those
days
the
devil
walked
openly
in
the
streets
of
Heidelberg
,
'
was
paralleled
to
a
certain
extent
by
Hippolyta
's
shuddering
reflection
that
she
,
a
daughter
of
the
Revolution
,
had
come
in
search
of
that
reverend
vice
,
that
sage
iniquity
,
which
,
in
the
person
of
Mr.
Philip
Regan
,
was
then
stalking
abroad
through
the
streets
of
London
.
But
she
must
find
him
;
and
after
some
hesitation
,
she
entered
one
of
the
nearest
houses
,
the
door
of
which
stood
open
,
and
knocked
timidly
.
There
was
no
answer
for
a
time
,
but
the
scudding
of
children
's
feet
was
heard
behind
the
partition
,
and
by
and
by
a
room
door
opened
and
a
tall
,
slatternly
woman
came
out
.
She
listened
impatiently
to
Hippolyta
's
questions
,
eyeing
her
elegantly-dressed
visitor
with
marked
disdain
;
for
there
is
the
pride
of
Diogenes
trampling
on
the
pride
of
Plato
in
many
an
unkempt
and
ragged
woman
,
when
she
brushes
against
another
of
her
sex
in
silk
attire
.
The
only
answer
this
virago
made
was
that
if
the
stranger
would
give
Susan
a
penny
,
Susan
would
show
the
way
to
Mr.
Regan
's
.
Hippolyta
was
willing
to
give
Susan
many
pence
when
she
saw
the
pale-faced
little
thing
,
with
her
miserable
frock
reaching
hardly
to
her
knees
,
and
an
old
straw
bonnet
on
her
head
as
much
too
large
for
her
as
the
shabby
frock
was
too
small
.
The
slatternly
woman
,
among
whose
goods
and
chattels
Susan
was
evidently
reckoned
,
told
her
daughter
in
a
loud
voice
to
show
where
Mr.
Regan
lived
and
come
home
straight
when
she
had
done
so
instead
of
playing
in
the
gutter
.
Hippolyta
spoke
a
word
or
two
of
kindness
to
the
child
,
but
she
did
not
seem
to
notice
it
,
and
went
on
before
,
her
head
hanging
a
little
on
one
side
and
her
feet
finding
the
way
mechanically
.
It
was
no
distance
.
In
a
side
street
about
five
hundred
yards
from
St.
Audry
's
stood
the
small
,
dingy-looking
house
in
which
Mr.
Regan
had
set
up
his
modest
establishment
as
a
bachelor
or
celibate
clergyman
.
Hippolyta
kept
the
child
with
her
till
the
bell
was
answered
.
A
decently-attired
elderly
woman
came
to
the
door
,
and
,
in
reply
to
inquiries
,
informed
Hippolyta
that
Mr.
Regan
was
out
on
his
usual
morning
round
;
that
it
was
uncertain
when
he
would
come
in
,
and
that
if
her
business
was
pressing
the
only
chance
of
transacting
it
at
once
would
be
to
follow
the
clergyman
on
his
beat
,
which
was
fairly
regular
,
and
catch
him
as
he
went
from
house
to
house
.
Seeing
the
little
girl
by
Hippolyta
's
side
,
the
good
woman
gave
her
some
particular
indications
as
to
the
quarter
of
the
parish
Mr.
Regan
was
visiting
;
and
Susan
,
with
the
sharpness
of
her
sex
and
bringing
up
,
nodded
intelligently
and
set
out
afresh
,
nothing
loth
to
guide
Hippolyta
on
her
travels
.
Questions
put
at
diverse
points
of
their
pilgrimage
elicited
the
information
that
the
minister
had
been
seen
a
few
minutes
previously
going
into
a
house
in
what
I
will
call
Denzil
Lane
,
—
for
the
true
name
is
too
well
known
.
Here
,
then
,
Hippolyta
dismissed
Susan
after
giving
her
a
little
more
than
she
had
promised
.
It
was
a
fine
old
street
was
Denzil
Lane
,
with
noble
but
shamefully
dilapidated
houses
,
once
the
mansions
of
illustrious
families
,
on
both
sides
,
interspersed
with
miserable
tenements
huddled
one
against
another
and
in
the
last
stages
of
decomposition
.
The
house
to
which
Hippolyta
was
shown
had
a
large
entrance-hall
and
magnificent
oak
staircase
,
which
were
both
dimly
lighted
from
a
great
window
on
the
first
landing
,
every
third
pane
of
which
was
broken
,
and
the
rest
discoloured
with
smoke
and
festooned
with
antique
cobwebs
.
Throughout
the
building
one
might
catch
the
sound
of
voices
in
the
different
rooms
and
the
movement
of
a
numerous
life
,
for
it
was
densely
populated
from
the
cellars
,
which
lay
in
darkness
under
Hippolyta
's
feet
,
to
the
roof
that
covered
in
a
multitude
of
dismal
attics
.
Knocking
gently
at
the
door
on
her
left
hand
,
Mrs.
Malcolm
inquired
again
for
the
whereabouts
of
this
troublesome
Mr.
Regan
.
This
time
she
received
a
civil
answer
from
the
woman
who
appeared
on
the
threshold
.
'
Yes
,
Mr.
Regan
is
upstairs
,
in
the
first
floor
front
,
but
he
may
be
there
a
long
while
.
He
always
stays
when
he
finds
Mr.
Mardol
here
.
'
Hippolyta
looked
at
her
in
astonishment
on
hearing
the
name
.
Could
it
be
Ivor
Mardol
?
What
was
he
doing
at
such
a
time
in
such
a
place
?
'
Does
Mr.
Mardol
live
in
this
house
?
'
she
demanded
,
anxious
to
hear
further
about
him
.
'
Oh
no
,
'
was
the
reply
;
'
Mr
.
Mardol
is
a
good
charitable
gentleman
,
as
well
known
in
all
the
neighbourhood
as
Mr.
Regan
himself
.
They
often
meet
in
this
way
.
'
And
the
civil
,
talkative
woman
proceeded
to
express
her
wonder
that
they
agreed
as
they
did
,
and
that
they
never
had
high
words
between
them
,
considering
that
Mr.
Mardol
,
like
Mr.
Minns
,
the
tailor
upstairs
whom
he
visited
,
was
an
infidel
,
and
Mr.
Regan
not
only
was
a
clergyman
,
but
wore
vestments
on
Sundays
.
This
was
decisive
.
'
It
must
be
the
same
,
'
said
Hippolyta
to
herself
.
But
how
extraordinary
that
,
in
making
inquiries
about
a
stranger
like
Mr.
Regan
,
she
should
have
come
upon
the
man
whom
she
had
been
instrumental
in
sending
away
from
the
Hermitage
,
and
whose
absence
,
during
those
eventful
weeks
,
had
determined
the
course
of
her
whole
life
!
Should
she
endeavour
to
see
and
talk
with
him
?
He
might
be
able
to
tell
her
something
of
her
father
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
she
had
never
learnt
,
or
indeed
cared
to
learn
,
by
what
name
Colonel
Valence
was
known
,
if
known
he
personally
was
,
to
Ivor
Mardol
.
While
she
was
debating
in
her
own
mind
,
a
door
opened
above
and
some
one
began
to
descend
the
stairs
quietly
.
'
Ah
,
'
said
the
woman
,
'
Mr
.
Mardol
is
coming
.
He
has
left
the
clergyman
behind
.
'
It
was
impossible
for
Hippolyta
in
the
obscurity
of
the
entrance
to
discern
more
than
the
figure
of
a
young
man
coming
down
the
stairs
.
But
as
he
drew
near
and
the
light
from
outside
fell
upon
his
face
,
she
uttered
a
cry
of
amazement
,
and
went
back
some
paces
,
almost
into
the
street
.
Her
own
face
,
which
had
been
in
deep
shade
,
was
now
lighted
up
in
turn
;
and
Ivor
Mardol
,
for
it
was
he
,
startled
on
hearing
the
voice
and
hastening
to
discover
who
it
might
be
,
when
he
saw
Hippolyta
paused
,
and
for
an
appreciable
space
of
time
looked
at
her
fixedly
without
saying
a
word
.
They
both
offered
a
picture
of
surprise
and
astonishment
.
Hippolyta
was
the
first
to
recover
.
She
held
up
her
hand
in
a
peculiar
way
.
Ivor
grasped
it
,
let
it
fall
,
and
whispered
the
only
words
he
had
yet
thought
of
addressing
to
this
strange
young
lady
.
She
replied
in
the
like
whisper
,
adding
aloud
,
'
I
know
your
name
,
Mr.
Mardol
,
though
we
have
never
met
before
.
'
He
drew
her
back
into
the
dark
entrance
.
'
You
are
one
of
ours
,
'
he
said
;
'
have
you
come
with
a
message
for
me
?
'
He
was
calm
,
but
exceedingly
grave
in
voice
and
manner
.
No
,
she
told
him
,
their
meeting
was
accidental
;
she
had
intended
to
find
Mr.
Regan
.
Then
,
remembering
what
she
had
heard
from
the
woman
who
was
standing
by
,
and
who
had
viewed
their
introduction
of
themselves
to
one
another
with
great
admiration
,
Hippolyta
asked
him
whether
he
knew
Mr.
Regan
intimately
.
'
As
intimately
,
'
answered
Mardol
,
'
as
one
knows
a
boy
that
has
been
at
school
with
one
.
Mr.
Regan
and
I
were
in
the
same
class
at
—
.
We
were
not
friends
,
however
,
and
not
enemies
.
Naturally
,
on
leaving
school
we
went
our
several
ways
,
but
when
he
came
to
work
in
these
parts
our
orbits
crossed
again
,
and
we
are
often
in
the
way
of
meeting
.
If
you
wish
to
speak
to
Mr.
Regan
I
will
ask
him
to
come
down
.
What
name
shall
I
say
?
'
'
Wait
a
moment
,
'
answered
Hippolyta
;
'
perhaps
I
need
not
speak
to
him
.
Tell
me
,
do
you
know
his
brother
,
Mr.
Maurice
Regan
?
My
business
concerns
him
rather
than
the
clergyman
.
'
Ivor
considered
before
replying
.
He
scanned
the
unknown
visitor
from
head
to
foot
,
looked
down
,
and
said
in
a
serious
tone
,
'
I
hope
,
my
dear
young
lady
,
if
I
may
take
such
a
liberty
,
that
it
is
no
personal
interest
which
prompts
you
to
inquire
for
Maurice
Regan
.
He
is
a
dangerous
man
.
'
'
You
do
know
him
,
then
!
'
she
exclaimed
,
'
and
you
can
help
me
.
But
why
do
you
call
him
dangerous
?
You
confirm
my
suspicions
.
'
'
He
is
one
of
ours
,
too
,
'
said
Ivor
,
with
a
look
of
mingled
pain
and
displeasure
;
'
one
by
whom
we
shall
gain
little
credit
.
If
you
will
tell
me
why
you
are
looking
for
him
,
I
in
turn
will
tell
you
all
I
know
about
him
.
'
'
Most
willingly
,
'
said
Hippolyta
;
'
but
where
can
we
speak
?
This
place
is
too
public
and
we
shall
be
interrupted
.
'
'
I
will
arrange
that
,
'
he
replied
.
'
Here
,
Mrs.
Scruton
,
'
turning
to
the
civil
person
,
who
was
still
at
her
door
,
'
have
you
the
key
of
the
committee-room
?
I
want
to
show
it
to
this
lady
.
'
Mrs.
Scruton
,
after
a
minute
or
two
of
searching
,
handed
him
a
large
key
,
and
he
beckoned
Hippolyta
to
follow
him
along
the
hall
.
When
they
were
quite
in
the
gloom
of
the
staircase
.
Ivor
found
a
door
on
their
right
which
no
eyes
,
save
those
accustomed
to
the
darkness
,
would
have
perceived
.
The
key
turned
easily
in
the
lock
,
and
they
entered
a
vast
but
desolate
apartment
which
may
have
served
in
happier
days
for
a
drawing-room
,
though
now
it
was
bare
of
all
that
could
make
it
pleasant
or
habitable
.
Some
wooden
benches
were
ranged
along
the
walls
;
a
table
covered
with
motheaten
baize
stood
at
one
end
and
beside
it
a
wooden
arm-chair
,
which
Ivor
presented
to
Hippolyta
.
She
would
have
begged
him
to
be
seated
,
but
there
was
not
another
chair
visible
.
He
laughed
and
drew
one
of
the
benches
forward
,
and
seating
himself
at
a
respectful
distance
from
her
,
said
in
a
low
,
earnest
voice
,
'
Begin
.
'
Sympathy
is
never
a
matter
of
words
,
nor
can
the
utmost
eloquence
so
easily
convey
an
assurance
of
it
as
the
tone
,
the
look
,
which
expressing
that
something
in
us
that
lies
deeper
than
speech
,
are
powerful
enough
to
create
in
an
instant
the
warm
,
comfortable
atmosphere
in
which
we
disclose
our
very
soul
to
the
listener
.
So
was
it
now
with
Ivor
and
Hippolyta
.
By
a
subtle
,
instant
process
she
knew
that
she
had
found
a
friend
,
and
Ivor
knew
equally
well
that
the
young
lady
in
whose
presence
he
sat
,
and
whose
every
word
and
motion
had
the
highest
distinction
,
was
sincere
,
unworldly
,
and
simply
intent
on
doing
good
.
She
unfolded
to
him
the
story
,
so
far
as
she
was
acquainted
with
it
,
of
Annie
Dauris
,
her
passionate
folly
and
despairing
love
for
a
man
who
seemed
to
have
abandoned
her
and
gone
his
way
.
She
added
the
dreadful
suspicions
which
,
from
Annie
's
behaviour
at
their
last
meeting
,
she
could
not
but
have
formed
.
Ivor
listened
without
interrupting
the
recital
,
asked
no
questions
till
it
was
ended
,
and
said
merely
as
Hippolyta
concluded
,
'
What
did
you
propose
to
tell
Mr.
Philip
Regan
?
the
whole
of
this
sad
affair
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Hippolyta
;
'
I
would
have
let
him
know
everything
,
if
he
appeared
to
be
a
man
of
sense
and
judgment
.
If
not
,
I
would
have
asked
him
for
his
brother
's
address
,
and
endeavoured
to
see
him
myself
.
Something
must
be
done
,
or
Annie
will
throw
prudence
to
the
winds
and
either
disgrace
her
family
or
perhaps
put
an
end
to
her
wretched
existence
.
She
is
not
only
giddy
,
but
a
slave
of
impulse
.
'
'
Ah
,
'
cried
Ivor
,
standing
up
,
'
is
it
not
a
heartbreak
to
hear
such
things
?
Maurice
Regan
is
one
of
the
thousands
that
join
our
movement
under
false
pretences
,
from
their
hatred
of
moral
order
and
discipline
,
not
from
any
wish
to
set
their
brethren
free
and
lift
them
higher
.
He
is
a
libertine
,
not
a
Liberal
;
but
he
thinks
it
is
all
one
.
I
remember
him
,
too
,
at
school
,
—
unruly
,
indulgent
in
every
way
that
was
then
possible
to
himself
,
and
hard
as
the
nether
millstone
to
others
.
He
has
since
run
through
a
younger
brother
's
fortune
,
and
plunged
headlong
into
dissipation
such
as
London
offers
on
all
hands
to
the
base
.
He
is
a
quick
writer
,
speaks
forcibly
and
fluently
,
and
has
rendered
services
to
us
in
the
press
.
But
though
I
never
thought
he
had
principle
,
of
course
I
was
unaware
of
the
misery
he
has
brought
on
this
poor
girl
.
And
now
,
you
say
,
he
has
cast
her
off
.
'
'
Entirely
,
it
seems
,
unless
something
can
be
done
to
unite
them
.
I
do
not
suppose
she
will
ever
be
happy
with
such
a
man
;
yet
anything
is
better
than
to
see
her
good
father
and
mother
so
miserable
.
'
'
But
,
'
said
Ivor
,
turning
his
serious
glance
towards
Hippolyta
,
'
what
can
be
done
?
I
know
the
man
's
philosophy
,
as
he
calls
it
.
He
will
never
marry
her
,
for
he
does
not
believe
in
marriage
.
'
Hippolyta
trembled
from
head
to
foot
.
A
feeling
of
sickness
came
over
her
,
and
she
clung
to
the
arms
of
the
chair
to
keep
herself
from
falling
.
What
could
she
say
?
in
what
way
conceal
her
emotion
?
There
was
a
difficult
pause
.
'
No
,
I
suppose
not
,
'
she
said
at
last
;
'
but
you
—
I
—
those
who
accept
the
Revolution
,
the
principles
of
'
89
,
do
we
believe
in
marriage
?
'
Ivor
came
to
her
with
an
air
of
infinite
distress
.
'
I
implore
you
,
'
he
said
with
the
most
intense
fervour
,
'
tell
me
,
assure
me
that
this
is
indeed
the
story
of
a
third
person
,
that
—
pardon
me
,
I
am
too
bold
—
that
you
are
not
Annie
Dauris
.
'
Hippolyta
smiled
faintly
.
'
No
,
I
am
not
Annie
Dauris
,
'
she
said
,
regaining
the
control
over
her
voice
that
she
had
lost
;
'
it
is
another
's
story
,
not
mine
.
I
should
not
dare
,
'
she
went
on
more
steadily
,
'
to
suggest
in
the
hearing
of
a
clergyman
like
Mr.
Philip
Regan
the
view
I
have
expressed
to
you
.
Surely
,
Mr.
Mardol
,
there
can
be
no
mistake
as
to
the
teaching
of
our
religion
.
The
free
union
of
equal
men
and
women
is
incompatible
with
marriage
.
If
it
is
not
,
we
are
riveting
again
the
chains
that
were
smitten
asunder
when
the
churches
went
down
.
'
She
could
face
him
now
,
this
ambiguous
son
of
the
Revolution
.
'
I
see
,
'
he
answered
imperturbably
,
'
you
are
romantic
.
Excuse
the
word
.
I
know
the
feeling
,
for
I
have
gone
through
it
.
How
shall
I
convince
you
that
you
are
wrong
?
'
He
seemed
to
be
pondering
the
matter
.
Hippolyta
was
too
proud
to
submit
to
this
.
'
Nay
,
rather
,
'
she
exclaimed
,
'
how
convince
me
that
you
have
not
forsaken
the
very
principles
of
liberty
and
equality
,
if
you
are
prepared
to
defend
the
iniquitous
traffic
in
the
souls
and
bodies
of
women
which
goes
by
the
name
of
marriage
?
'
'
Nay
,
nay
,
'
he
said
.
'
Let
us
use
a
little
patience
.
I
will
convince
you
,
if
you
do
not
shrink
from
the
proof
.
'
'
I
shrink
from
no
proof
,
'
she
said
,
rather
hotly
.
It
was
too
much
.
And
he
had
been
so
full
of
sympathy
while
she
was
telling
her
tale
;
she
must
have
been
deceived
in
the
man
!
'
Ah
,
but
the
proof
I
have
in
view
is
no
less
appalling
than
to
plunge
your
arm
up
to
the
elbow
in
molten
iron
.
There
is
but
one
cure
for
the
stage
of
sentimentalism
in
which
all
Revolutionists
find
themselves
sooner
or
later
;
and
that
is
contact
with
reality
.
It
is
very
trying
to
the
heart
and
the
nerves
,
however
good
for
the
head
.
'
'
I
had
imagined
,
'
said
Hippolyta
scornfully
,
'
that
it
was
contact
with
reality
,
with
life
,
which
created
Revolutionists
.
Is
not
that
your
experience
?
'
'
No
doubt
,
'
was
his
answer
;
'
but
where
many
of
us
have
mistaken
,
and
constantly
do
mistake
,
is
in
being
satisfied
with
our
first
knowledge
,
and
losing
touch
of
things
when
we
go
on
to
mould
our
philosophies
,
our
Utopias
.
We
look
once
,
when
we
should
look
twice
and
thrice
.
'
'
What
do
you
understand
by
looking
twice
and
thrice
?
Finding
an
excuse
for
the
rulers
of
mankind
and
turning
back
to
the
ancien
régime
?
'
'
Not
quite
that
,
or
I
should
have
the
courage
,
I
hope
,
to
declare
that
the
Revolution
and
I
had
parted
company
.
I
mean
,
looking
beyond
to-day
and
to-morrow
,
considering
what
will
happen
when
we
have
pulled
down
what
is
yet
standing
in
our
way
.
It
is
not
enough
to
establish
anarchy
,
as
our
friends
now
appear
to
have
resolved
.
We
must
go
on
to
establish
that
which
,
one
day
or
other
,
ought
to
succeed
anarchy
—
the
kingdom
of
justice
and
of
human
brotherhood
.
'
'
I
am
still
in
the
dark
,
'
said
Hippolyta
;
'
apply
your
doctrine
of
second
and
third
thoughts
to
marriage
.
The
first
thought
,
you
will
allow
,
is
Free
Love
;
every
man
and
woman
to
choose
the
manner
,
the
length
,
and
the
terms
of
union
.
'
'
Yes
,
the
romantic
stage
;
degenerating
in
men
like
Maurice
Regan
into
the
stage
of
libertinism
.
Oh
,
I
know
,
'
he
went
on
,
lifting
his
hand
as
if
to
deprecate
the
expression
of
arguments
familiar
to
him
.
'
You
will
say
the
abuse
of
Free
Love
is
not
greater
,
that
its
dangers
are
even
less
,
than
the
abuse
of
marriage
.
But
let
me
finish
my
prologue
.
'
Hippolyta
,
who
had
risen
in
her
vehemence
,
sat
down
again
.
Ivor
continued
:
'
When
we
turn
our
eyes
upon
life
,
as
it
is
and
has
been
,
we
are
appalled
at
the
multiplied
serfdoms
which
go
to
make
it
up
.
Church
,
State
,
family
,
profession
,
rank
in
the
world
—
what
are
these
but
names
of
long-established
,
deeply-rooted
servitudes
from
which
we
can
escape
only
by
going
into
the
wilderness
?
The
present
order
of
things
is
founded
upon
manifest
or
disguised
slavery
.
Neither
those
that
command
,
nor
those
that
obey
,
are
free
.
The
king
wears
a
golden
chain
,
the
convict
an
iron
one
;
but
the
king
can
have
his
will
as
little
as
the
convict
.
Yet
all
this
heaping
of
serfdom
upon
serfdom
does
not
end
in
happiness
.
Some
internal
disease
appears
to
be
eating
out
the
vitals
of
civilisation
;
and
our
Socialism
and
Nihilism
are
but
desperate
remedies
for
the
universal
gangrene
.
See
how
far
I
go
with
your
first
thoughts
.
Is
it
far
enough
?
'
'
Perhaps
,
'
answered
Hippolyta
;
'
I
will
tell
you
when
I
have
heard
your
second
.
'
'
How
wise
women
can
be
sometimes
!
'
he
said
,
smiling
.
'
I
am
not
sure
that
you
will
like
my
second
thoughts
.
They
may
be
brought
under
a
single
axiom
—
'
'
And
that
is
—
?
'
'
That
man
is
a
spiritual
being
,
and
can
therefore
be
neither
saved
nor
lost
by
a
change
of
institutions
which
in
their
nature
are
mechanical
.
Or
put
it
this
way
,
man
is
made
by
character
,
not
by
laws
or
ordinances
.
'
'
My
dear
Mr.
Mardol
,
'
cried
Hippolyta
,
'
that
is
the
old
Christian
fallacy
.
Do
not
laws
create
,
modify
,
and
mould
character
?
What
but
a
difference
of
institutions
has
made
the
Turk
other
than
the
German
,
or
the
Hindoo
other
than
the
Mussulman
?
'
She
would
have
drawn
out
her
instances
,
but
Ivor
by
a
sign
entreated
her
to
pause
.
'
Excuse
me
,
'
he
said
,
'
you
are
talking
the
dialect
of
the
eighteenth
century
;
and
that
is
the
old
leaven
of
Revolutionists
.
We
should
have
made
further
progress
if
we
had
not
yielded
to
that
fallacy
,
which
the
Nihilists
begin
to
see
through
.
At
the
root
of
all
institutions
lies
the
national
character
.
I
admit
that
enormous
changes
ought
to
take
place
;
I
am
doing
what
I
can
,
as
an
individual
,
to
help
on
the
transformation
.
But
,
when
all
possible
changes
have
come
to
pass
in
the
outer
world
of
law
and
custom
,
nothing
will
have
been
done
unless
a
change
has
taken
place
in
the
inner
world
of
the
spirit
.
And
now
I
will
tell
you
how
this
bears
on
Free
Love
.
We
want
all
institutions
cleared
away
which
fetter
a
woman
's
power
of
saying
no.
We
want
every
means
bestowed
upon
her
by
which
she
shall
come
to
a
full
freedom
of
choosing
,
—
a
matter
with
which
law
has
hardly
anything
to
do
,
and
custom
almost
everything
.
But
this
can
be
provided
only
by
a
right
education
of
women
.
'
'
Quite
so
,
'
said
Hippolyta
;
'
that
is
what
I
have
always
believed
.
But
would
you
have
marriage
indissoluble
except
by
the
legal
process
that
drags
a
woman
in
the
mire
?
'
'
Now
you
have
touched
my
second
thoughts
.
Are
the
difficulties
surrounding
marriage
artificial
,
that
is
to
say
of
man
's
making
,
or
do
they
exist
in
the
nature
of
things
?
'
'
How
like
a
Socratic
question
!
'
she
said
,
laughing
,
and
Ivor
joined
in
the
laughter
.
'
A
strange
sort
of
question
in
Denzil
Lane
,
is
it
not
?
'
he
cried
.
'
But
this
is
one
of
the
points
on
which
my
brethren
and
I
cannot
agree
.
So
they
have
excommunicated
me
.
'
'
What
!
'
said
Hippolyta
,
becoming
serious
in
a
moment
,
'
you
are
jesting
.
It
is
impossible
that
you
should
speak
so
lightly
if
the
thing
had
happened
.
'
'
Well
,
it
has
happened
.
I
do
not
wish
to
sail
under
false
colours
.
I
thought
,
in
fact
,
when
you
disclosed
to
me
your
connection
with
the
society
,
that
you
had
brought
me
a
message
from
the
chiefs
.
'
'
And
that
was
why
you
looked
so
grave
,
'
exclaimed
Hippolyta
,
with
compassion
in
every
feature
.
'
Oh
no
,
no
,
I
had
rather
be
excommunicated
myself
.
But
do
tell
me
,
if
it
will
not
distress
you
,
how
such
a
deplorable
misunderstanding
can
have
arisen
?
'
'
It
is
no
misunderstanding
.
In
the
society
to
which
you
and
I
belong
,
founded
as
it
is
on
a
social
creed
,
speculative
differences
lead
to
very
practical
results
.
I
must
not
disclose
what
is
,
after
all
,
the
secret
of
others
;
and
I
could
not
tell
it
now
in
any
case
.
The
quarrel
is
that
deep
one
between
the
century
which
gave
birth
to
the
Revolution
and
the
century
which
is
guiding
it
through
infancy
.
I
believe
there
are
difficulties
—
mysteries
,
if
you
like
to
call
them
so
—
in
the
nature
of
things
,
which
must
ever
limit
our
aspirations
towards
an
earthly
Paradise
.
And
I
do
not
believe
that
to
revolutionise
all
our
institutions
will
have
the
effect
which
the
brethren
anticipate
.
As
I
say
,
the
multitude
are
romantic
and
sentimental
;
they
have
not
read
,
they
will
not
study
,
the
annals
of
the
past
.
And
they
little
see
that
when
they
have
abolished
Church
,
State
,
and
family
in
the
old
forms
,
all
three
will
spring
up
again
in
the
new
.
'
'
Oh
,
this
is
melancholy
,
'
cried
Hippolyta
.
'
I
know
not
if
it
is
one
degree
better
than
my
father
's
gloomy
prognostications
.
'
'
Who
is
your
father
,
may
I
ask
?
'
inquired
Ivor
.
Hippolyta
hesitated
.
If
Mr.
Mardol
were
no
longer
on
friendly
terms
with
his
old
companions
there
might
be
danger
in
giving
him
the
full
answer
.
She
said
,
therefore
,
in
an
off-hand
way
,
to
dismiss
the
subject
,
'
My
father
is
a
philosopher
and
inclined
to
be
a
Pessimist
.
'
Then
,
with
a
change
of
tone
,
'
But
where
is
your
proof
that
conventional
marriages
are
better
than
Free
Love
.
'
'
I
did
not
say
that
,
'
he
replied
;
'
but
if
you
would
wish
—
I
should
say
rather
,
if
you
can
endure
—
to
see
a
world
where
Free
Love
reigns
supreme
and
unchecked
,
I
can
assign
you
such
guides
,
good
and
worthy
persons
of
your
own
sex
,
as
will
show
it
you
.
'
'
In
what
part
of
the
world
?
'
demanded
Hippolyta
.
'
Here
,
'
he
said
,
'
on
all
sides
,
within
a
radius
of
a
couple
of
miles
.
Have
you
the
heart
to
go
down
into
these
depths
?
You
are
romantic
,
and
naturally
so
,
since
you
have
dedicated
your
youth
to
the
Revolution
,
like
those
passionate
,
intellectual
women
—
true
Sibyls
and
Amazons
of
our
modern
world
—
who
lead
the
van
in
Moscow
and
St.
Petersburg
.
But
the
young
are
enthusiastic
without
knowledge
,
as
the
old
have
knowledge
without
enthusiasm
.
Come
and
study
life
where
it
may
be
seen
in
myriad
forms
,
all
strangely
,
dreadfully
instructive
;
and
then
tell
me
what
you
think
of
Free
Love
,
Mrs.
—
?
'
he
paused
inquiringly
.
'
Mrs
.
Malcolm
,
'
she
said
with
no
tremor
in
her
accent
.
Yes
,
she
would
come
and
see
things
with
her
own
eyes
.
'
I
am
not
afraid
of
truth
or
reality
,
'
was
her
proud
declaration
to
him
.
But
she
must
not
forget
Annie
.
'
Can
you
get
me
Maurice
Regan
's
address
?
'
she
said
,
rising
to
go
when
it
had
been
settled
that
she
was
to
return
and
begin
her
voyage
of
exploration
in
three
days
.
'
I
will
inquire
of
his
brother
,
and
let
you
know
,
'
replied
Ivor
;
'
but
,
if
I
may
offer
one
final
piece
of
advice
,
it
would
be
that
you
do
not
communicate
with
your
young
friend
until
you
have
gone
over
some
at
least
of
the
scenes
to
which
you
will
be
taken
.
A
desperate
girl
is
,
no
doubt
,
one
of
the
most
fearful
responsibilities
you
could
have
.
But
,
on
my
honour
and
conscience
,
I
do
not
think
she
could
do
anything
worse
,
let
her
do
what
she
might
,
than
fall
again
in
the
way
of
Maurice
Regan
.
She
has
perhaps
escaped
ruin
once
;
but
that
sort
of
miracle
is
too
rare
to
be
looked
for
a
second
time
.
But
you
should
watch
over
her
as
well
as
you
can
.
'
He
took
up
his
hat
where
he
had
laid
it
on
the
green
baize
table
,
led
Hippolyta
to
the
door
,
which
he
locked
,
and
asked
her
whether
she
would
permit
him
to
send
for
a
cab
.
The
day
was
fine
,
and
,
thinking
she
had
better
walk
a
little
way
,
she
declined
.
Ivor
Mardol
watched
her
depart
,
and
,
with
an
expression
on
his
face
which
betokened
great
pity
and
equal
doubt
as
to
the
destiny
of
such
a
frank
and
determined
nature
,
restored
the
key
of
the
committee-room
to
Mrs.
Scruton
,
and
went
away
in
the
opposite
direction
.
He
could
not
get
the
thought
of
Mrs.
Malcolm
out
of
his
head
that
evening
.
Still
enamoured
of
the
lady
whose
bright
eyes
,
had
she
been
acquainted
with
his
folly
,
would
have
scorned
him
at
Trelingham
,
Ivor
had
only
a
calm
,
but
a
very
sincere
,
interest
to
bestow
upon
any
one
else
.
He
was
in
great
trouble
;
his
views
had
been
altering
and
,
as
it
seemed
to
him
,
enlarging
for
a
number
of
years
,
and
they
had
now
brought
him
into
a
situation
of
such
peril
and
loneliness
that
,
but
for
his
work
among
the
poor
,
he
must
have
sat
down
and
eaten
his
heart
with
grief
.
From
Hippolyta
's
conversation
,
from
her
way
of
putting
what
she
had
had
to
tell
,
he
divined
that
there
was
a
deep
unsettlement
beneath
the
daring
opinions
to
which
she
had
given
utterance
.
Was
she
,
like
himself
,
ready
to
pass
from
implicit
faith
in
the
ways
and
principles
of
the
Revolution
to
the
severest
criticism
of
them
?
No
,
not
ready
,
far
from
it
.
But
suspicions
were
rising
up
in
the
secret
chambers
of
her
heart
and
would
not
be
lulled
to
sleep
.
END
OF
VOL.
II
VOL.
III
PART
III
ARE
THE
GODS
AWAKE
?
CHAPTER
XXVII
THE
DEEPS
OF
HELL
True
to
her
appointment
,
Hippolyta
arrived
in
Denzil
Lane
on
the
day
and
hour
fixed
by
Ivor
Mardol
.
The
place
of
meeting
was
the
committee-room
,
and
Ivor
came
,
as
he
had
promised
,
accompanied
by
one
whom
he
thought
well
qualified
to
guide
Mrs.
Malcolm
through
the
labyrinth
of
London
misery
and
to
bring
her
out
unscathed
.
It
was
a
lady
of
high
standing
,
great
wealth
,
a
heart
larger
than
all
the
wealth
of
the
world
,
and
that
wonderfully
humanising
experience
which
forty
years
of
service
among
the
poorest
outcasts
could
not
have
failed
to
give
.
Miss
Desmond
,
the
daughter
of
an
untitled
but
very
ancient
and
noble
line
,
was
,
in
all
but
name
and
outward
habit
,
a
sister
of
charity
.
Endowed
with
a
fortune
in
land
and
railway
shares
which
amounted
to
some
score
of
thousands
a
year
,
and
which
was
entirely
at
her
own
disposal
,
she
had
early
come
to
a
determination
that
it
should
be
spent
in
the
endeavour
to
diffuse
a
little
happiness
around
her
.
For
she
was
modest
and
unassuming
,
with
that
quick
discernment
in
matters
of
benevolence
—
she
had
no
great
learning
or
accomplishments
of
any
other
kind
—
which
enabled
her
to
see
,
almost
in
her
first
year
's
novitiate
among
the
byways
of
the
world
,
that
money
is
only
the
beginning
,
and
that
philanthropy
,
like
most
things
worth
pursuing
,
is
an
arduous
enterprise
.
She
perceived
that
it
was
surrounded
with
difficulties
;
that
it
required
a
special
tact
if
the
result
was
not
to
be
waste
of
resources
,
ingratitude
,
the
demoralising
of
those
who
had
seemed
already
at
their
lowest
,
and
the
added
sufferings
which
arise
at
the
remembrance
of
opportunities
lost
.
It
was
clear
that
she
must
give
something
more
than
money
and
kind
words
,
—
she
must
give
herself
.
The
resolution
cost
her
an
effort
.
Miss
Desmond
's
charity
,
flowing
from
a
tender
heart
,
was
allied
to
the
many
virtues
,
and
no
less
to
the
many
vices
which
may
spring
from
a
quickness
to
feel
and
to
suffer
.
She
was
naturally
fastidious
,
shrinking
from
the
sight
of
pain
,
and
disposed
to
be
indignant
with
those
she
could
not
help
,
from
the
very
keenness
of
her
sympathy
with
them
.
But
she
was
,
too
,
a
simple-hearted
Christian
,
not
minding
the
varieties
of
creed
which
she
took
for
granted
among
the
other
inexplicable
facts
around
her
;
she
read
her
Bible
and
found
good
in
all
its
pages
.
'
To
succeed
through
failure
,
'
that
was
her
device
.
Had
any
one
accused
her
of
paradox
she
would
have
answered
quietly
,
'
Come
and
see
,
'
pointing
to
the
work
of
rescue
which
had
been
accomplished
by
following
these
divine
tactics
.
She
gave
her
time
,
her
thought
,
her
affectionate
care
,
her
never-ceasing
diligence
,
to
the
task
of
winning
from
the
miserable
wretches
whom
she
had
taken
for
her
province
a
little
human
trust
;
and
when
the
heart
was
opened
on
both
sides
she
gave
wisely
and
abundantly
of
the
lesser
gifts
,
not
now
as
a
matter
of
pity
and
alms-deeds
,
but
as
to
her
brothers
and
sisters
.
For
one
that
understood
this
exquisitely
humble
and
loving
spirit
there
were
ten
,
there
were
fifty
,
ready
to
mock
and
to
deceive
.
She
knew
it
and
bore
the
heavy
burden
as
her
Saviour
bore
the
Cross
on
which
He
was
to
redeem
the
world
.
And
she
had
her
reward
,
often
unexpected
,
but
always
exceeding
great
.
The
delight
of
her
life
was
to
save
the
young
out
of
that
terrible
devouring
fire
through
which
they
are
passed
to
a
worse
than
Moloch
.
She
had
ransomed
many
hundreds
and
sent
them
to
the
far
continents
which
have
been
created
to
redress
the
injustice
and
lighten
the
shameful
misery
of
a
civilisation
become
so
chaotic
as
our
own
.
'
Her
children
,
'
for
so
she
called
them
,
wrote
from
all
parts
of
the
world
to
their
mother
,
encouraging
her
by
the
prospect
of
their
well-doing
to
continue
this
task
of
diving
for
pearls
in
the
deep
sea
.
She
was
a
beautiful
,
welcome
figure
as
she
appeared
in
the
fever-haunted
dens
and
crowded
fetid
dwellings
into
which
she
never
hesitated
to
pierce
her
way
.
It
was
on
such
errands
of
charity
,
now
some
years
ago
,
that
she
had
come
across
Ivor
Mardol
.
Their
work
did
not
clash
,
and
he
was
so
gentle
,
clear-minded
,
and
self-sacrificing
,
so
little
disposed
to
introduce
dogmatic
quarrels
where
the
great
text
of
love
sufficed
for
a
whole
Gospel
,
that
Miss
Desmond
and
he
became
ere
long
the
closest
of
friends
,
and
she
employed
him
to
distribute
her
charities
in
many
a
case
which
did
not
seem
to
admit
of
her
personal
intervention
.
Such
was
the
guide
whom
Ivor
had
designed
for
Hippolyta
.
Knowing
only
that
the
young
lady
who
called
herself
Mrs.
Malcolm
was
of
'
the
movement
,
'
and
that
she
had
been
led
,
by
her
innocence
and
enthusiasm
as
he
did
not
doubt
,
into
one
of
the
most
fatal
delusions
which
attended
,
if
was
not
a
part
of
,
the
revolutionary
creed
,
he
could
not
give
Miss
Desmond
any
information
as
to
her
antecedents
or
present
mode
of
life
.
But
he
said
enough
to
suggest
that
here
too
a
good
work
might
be
accomplished
if
Mrs.
Malcolm
were
allowed
to
go
with
her
.
Hippolyta
assured
him
that
she
desired
to
labour
among
the
people
,
and
that
all
she
sought
was
a
sufficiently
wide
sphere
,
and
some
one
to
warn
her
when
she
was
likely
to
make
mistakes
.
All
this
,
it
may
well
be
supposed
,
Miss
Desmond
cheerfully
undertook
;
and
their
first
interview
brought
out
the
most
amiable
qualities
of
the
two
women
,
so
much
alike
in
what
they
felt
for
the
suffering
multitude
,
and
in
all
else
so
decidedly
contrasted
.
Hippolyta
Valence
was
at
this
time
in
the
bloom
of
youth
and
beauty
;
she
loved
and
was
beloved
;
she
did
not
anticipate
sorrows
of
her
own
,
and
the
immense
happiness
she
enjoyed
gave
her
a
courage
in
dealing
with
the
miseries
she
came
across
which
added
something
heroic
to
her
dauntless
character
.
She
still
looked
forward
to
playing
a
noble
part
in
the
revolution
which
was
to
bring
all
good
things
;
and
the
sense
of
failure
was
an
experience
she
had
never
gone
through
.
Moments
,
I
have
said
,
of
passing
melancholy
came
to
her
,
but
they
were
like
ripples
on
the
stream
raised
by
a
breath
of
wind
and
dying
down
with
it
into
the
smooth
waters
.
How
little
did
all
these
traits
resemble
the
elderly
Miss
Desmond
,
now
close
upon
her
sixtieth
year
,
of
plain
though
not
unlovely
countenance
,
with
silver-
gray
hair
and
slightly
wrinkled
forehead
,
tall
and
thin
,
not
much
given
to
smiling
except
when
children
came
about
her
,
and
with
a
heart
in
which
the
sorrows
of
so
many
had
taken
up
their
abode
!
There
was
an
air
of
tender
resignation
,
or
of
resigned
hope
,
in
her
movements
,
and
a
quietness
in
her
manner
of
speech
that
seemed
to
make
of
the
world
in
which
she
lived
habitually
one
huge
hospital
,
and
of
herself
an
unwearied
seldom-sleeping
nurse
by
the
bedside
of
patients
innumerable
.
And
she
had
that
calm
wisdom
which
grows
up
in
the
soul
and
governs
the
thoughts
when
all
the
evil
places
of
life
have
been
explored
with
the
ray
of
sunshine
we
call
goodness
.
In
Hippolyta
there
was
,
despite
her
marriage
that
was
no
marriage
,
the
naïve
goodness
of
childhood
;
she
knew
the
world
as
in
a
picture-book
.
Whereas
the
spotless
maiden
lady
,
upon
whose
reputation
no
breath
of
slander
had
passed
,
went
to
and
fro
among
the
horrors
of
the
great
city
as
an
angel
might
descend
into
the
lake
of
fire
,
and
by
virtue
of
the
heavenly
element
he
brought
with
him
return
unharmed
into
the
presence
of
the
Most
High
.
It
is
not
knowledge
that
leads
to
wickedness
always
;
indeed
,
I
would
rather
say
,
there
is
a
degree
of
knowledge
with
which
wickedness
is
incompatible
.
And
thus
that
strange-looking
angel
,
Miss
Desmond
,
opening
her
wings
to
shelter
the
young
and
beautiful
Hippolyta
,
and
bidding
her
fear
no
evil
,
descended
with
her
into
the
Inferno
of
London
.
There
is
a
story
told
of
one
of
the
modern
Catholic
saints
—
is
it
San
Filippo
Neri
,
the
Florentine
?
—
who
endeavoured
to
convert
a
young
man
of
the
world
,
the
wicked
world
of
other
times
,
not
ours
,
from
the
errors
of
his
ways
,
but
in
vain
.
To
all
his
admonitions
the
pleasure-seeker
returned
a
mocking
laugh
.
'
I
see
,
'
said
the
saint
gravely
,
'
that
I
must
deal
with
you
in
earnest
.
Kneel
down
and
lay
your
head
on
my
knee
.
'
The
young
man
,
still
laughing
,
did
so
.
Filippo
Neri
laid
both
his
hands
on
the
bent
head
before
him
and
prayed
for
some
moments
in
silence
.
When
he
had
ended
he
said
,
'
Now
,
get
up
and
go
your
way
.
'
The
young
man
arose
,
his
countenance
fixed
in
horror
,
and
departed
without
saying
a
word
.
But
from
that
day
he
was
a
changed
being
;
and
those
who
knew
him
intimately
whispered
,
that
while
he
bent
his
head
upon
the
saint
's
knee
he
beheld
the
underworld
opened
beneath
him
,
with
its
vision
of
fire
and
hopeless
torments
.
Such
was
the
experiment
Ivor
Mardol
was
now
attempting
with
Hippolyta
Valence
.
What
was
to
come
of
it
the
sequel
must
disclose
.
That
young
man
converted
by
San
Filippo
Neri
did
not
speak
often
of
his
vision
.
There
are
many
reasons
,
apart
from
a
divine
command
,
which
seal
the
lips
of
those
who
are
best
acquainted
with
the
secrets
of
the
prison-house
.
It
is
enough
to
have
been
in
hell
.
The
horrors
and
fears
of
that
abyss
,
which
spouts
its
dark
fire
into
the
atmosphere
of
many
a
proud
city
,
will
not
bear
to
be
dwelt
upon
in
the
tender
light
of
day
;
and
no
reader
will
expect
from
me
more
than
the
abstract
and
brief
chronicle
of
what
Hippolyta
beheld
during
those
months
,
—
they
were
few
but
actively
spent
—
in
which
she
accompanied
Miss
Desmond
,
and
laid
to
heart
the
revelation
that
was
awaiting
her
.
What
did
she
see
,
you
ask
?
Nay
,
rather
,
what
did
she
not
see
,
of
things
that
would
dim
the
very
eyes
of
God
with
tears
where
He
sits
in
glory
,
were
it
not
for
some
secret
anodyne
that
He
keeps
for
the
world
's
healing
in
His
own
good
time
?
She
descended
into
depth
below
depth
;
she
heard
the
lives
,
recounted
by
themselves
,
of
those
to
whom
misery
was
their
proper
element
;
she
gathered
up
the
sighs
of
innocent
children
blasted
by
evil
ere
they
knew
that
good
existed
;
she
attempted
,
but
in
vain
,
to
reckon
up
the
pangs
that
made
each
particular
agony
;
she
drew
back
to
contemplate
the
universal
woe
in
its
length
and
height
and
breadth
;
but
the
spectacle
was
too
much
for
her
,
and
she
could
not
see
for
weeping
.
'
Why
,
'
she
asked
herself
wonderingly
,
'
how
did
life
continue
under
these
iron
laws
?
What
hindered
men
and
women
from
making
an
end
of
it
all
with
themselves
?
'
The
conception
of
life
to
which
she
had
been
accustomed
was
an
harmonious
development
of
all
its
faculties
under
the
guidance
of
reason
;
she
had
ever
upon
her
lips
such
words
as
love
,
progress
,
light
,
the
true
,
and
the
beautiful
.
Her
world
was
an
ordered
music
into
which
discords
came
only
that
they
might
enhance
the
effect
.
Not
that
she
had
dreamt
the
music
was
everywhere
or
always
playing
.
That
the
multitudes
were
miserable
had
been
,
as
she
told
Ivor
Mardol
,
the
foundation
,
the
justification
of
her
creed
.
But
she
seemed
to
have
been
speaking
by
rote
when
this
immense
and
hideous
tapestry
,
painted
in
all
lurid
colours
,
was
unrolled
before
her
.
The
creating
word
of
her
universe
was
love
.
And
here
,
what
had
love
become
?
It
was
little
to
say
that
she
had
left
the
realm
of
humankind
to
lose
herself
in
a
howling
wilderness
of
wild
beasts
.
These
were
not
wild
beasts
;
they
were
men
and
women
.
That
was
the
culminating
horror
.
Upon
the
rage
,
and
hunger
,
and
passion
of
the
brute-world
instinct
puts
a
check
.
The
tiger
,
when
he
is
sated
,
falls
asleep
;
the
boa
is
torpid
when
he
is
gorged
with
prey
.
It
was
the
absence
of
a
governing
principle
,
the
boundless
lust
,
the
steady
unintermittent
fury
,
the
feeding
of
death
upon
death
,
which
made
even
Hippolyta
's
pitiful
heart
long
for
a
flame
to
run
through
the
sky
from
east
to
west
and
devour
the
uncleanness
,
though
it
should
lick
up
with
the
same
tongue
whatever
life
was
found
within
the
horizon
.
There
was
no
law
,
there
was
no
light
,
there
was
no
shame
.
She
saw
only
a
festering
heap
of
human
beings
,
flung
on
top
of
one
another
and
kneaded
into
a
pestilential
mass
by
the
iron
heel
of
necessity
.
And
morning
after
morning
flowers
sprang
up
on
the
black
dunghill
and
turned
their
leaves
hopelessly
towards
the
sun
that
would
not
shine
on
them
,
and
withered
,
and
were
trampled
into
the
foul
mass.
For
in
this
horrible
world
children
were
born
by
the
hundred
thousand
—
delicate
children
,
sometimes
beautiful
,
with
their
large
tender
eyes
,
always
frail
and
in
need
of
sustenance
and
of
love
.
Every
house
into
which
Miss
Desmond
led
her
swarmed
with
children
as
a
hive
swarms
with
bees
.
When
they
were
fortunate
they
died
young
.
And
how
short
was
the
youth
of
those
that
lived
!
At
six
years
old
a
child
in
the
deeps
of
London
has
seen
most
that
can
happen
of
foul
,
unclean
,
and
heartbreaking
on
this
planet
of
ours
.
But
ere
its
birth
it
is
predestined
by
the
laws
of
the
dark
realm
into
which
it
must
enter
to
be
a
devil
's
child
and
never
to
know
the
face
of
its
Father
in
heaven
.
Its
very
breath
and
bones
are
made
of
vice
.
The
typical
child
of
the
well-to-do
classes
looks
beautiful
,
strong
,
happy
,
and
innocent
.
The
typical
child
,
encountered
again
and
again
by
Hippolyta
as
she
moved
in
that
short
radius
of
which
Denzil
Lane
was
the
centre
—
the
angel
of
the
house
whom
she
beheld
in
every
nook
and
corner
of
that
dismal
universe
—
was
ugly
,
deformed
,
ailing
,
accustomed
to
stripes
and
blows
,
full
of
premature
