Andfor
Mrs
Fludger
,
who
had
to
look
sharp
after
every
halfpenny
,
and
who
knew
no
higher
morality
than
that
taught
in
the
precept
,
'
Take
care
of
number
one
,
'
which
to
her
meant
the
number
nine
,
of
whom
Miss
Jenny
was
the
eldest
,
there
was
more
excuse
than
there
is
for
the
theoretical
philanthropists
who
wear
purple
and
fine
linen
,
and
fare
sumptuously
every
day
.
But
the
landlady
was
not
required
to
make
the
announcement
which
she
had
proposed
to
herself
,
for
when
she
went
up
to
Alice
's
room
the
next
morning
,
to
say
that
she
wished
to
have
a
few
words
with
her
(
and
when
people
say
that
,
you
may
be
sure
the
words
are
not
going
to
be
pleasant
ones
)
,
she
found
the
girl
already
dressed
—
with
her
little
belongings
arranged
as
for
an
immediate
departure
.
So
she
changed
her
mind
,
and
instead
of
that
speech
about
the
few
words
,
she
said
simply
,
—
'
Good
morning
.
You
're
better
,
I
see
.
'
'
Yes
,
thanks
,
'
said
Alice
,
hurriedly
;
'
and
I
think
I
would
like
to
leave
this
morning
—
and
here
is
a
week
's
money
from
last
Saturday
.
'
Mrs
Fludger
rubbed
her
hands
together
in
a
little
embarrassment
.
'
I
do
n't
say
but
you
're
in
the
right
to
go
,
and
I
hope
you
'll
get
on
all
right
,
and
not
let
your
trouble
play
upon
your
mind
too
much
;
but
as
for
the
money
,
never
mind
.
It
's
only
a
couple
of
days
,
and
I
do
n't
grudge
that
.
An
'
if
you
'll
take
my
advice
you
'll
go
home
to
your
own
folk
,
if
you
've
got
any
.
God-a'mighty
knows
it
's
hard
lions
with
most
of
us
.
'
Which
Alice
,
listening
sadly
,
interpreted
to
mean
'
hard
lines
.
'
And
so
it
happened
that
her
worldly
goods
were
taken
away
on
a
hand-barrow
,
she
herself
walking
beside
it
—
whither
Mrs
Fludger
was
careful
not
to
inquire
;
and
Dr
Moore
,
coming
at
noon
,
received
the
comforting
intelligence
that
the
girl
had
gone
home
to
her
people
;
for
Mrs
Fludger
,
like
so
many
others
,
thought
that
her
advice
once
given
could
not
fail
to
be
taken
.
A
SOCIALIST
IT
was
a
bright
,
perfectly
clear
,
moonlight
night
,
one
of
those
nights
in
which
there
seems
to
be
no
atmosphere
,
in
which
the
smallest
architectural
details
of
every
building
show
with
even
a
greater
distinctness
than
in
mid-sunshine
.
The
great
full
moon
and
the
vast
unfathomable
expanse
overhead
seemed
to
have
cast
a
spell
of
their
own
peace
over
even
London
's
unpeaceful
heart
.
The
streets
were
empty
,
for
the
night
had
worn
itself
away
to
the
only
hour
at
which
they
are
really
deserted
.
The
clocks
had
just
expressed
their
different
views
on
the
subject
of
two
A.M.
The
night
was
so
clear
that
Alice
Hatfield
,
though
her
eyes
were
smarting
and
aching
,
thought
she
could
see
the
hands
on
the
big
clock
of
St
Paul
's
as
she
came
on
to
Blackfriars
'
Bridge
.
She
walked
slowly
,
and
when
she
reached
the
second
arch
she
stopped
and
leaned
her
elbows
on
the
parapet
.
How
still
the
night
was
!
The
tide
was
high
,
and
had
just
started
on
its
journey
seawards
;
it
seemed
to
flow
in
one
unbroken
sheet
save
for
the
stir
and
fret
that
it
made
round
the
supports
of
the
bridge
.
The
lights
along
the
Embankment
,
with
their
perfect
reflections
,
might
have
seemed
almost
Venetian
to
anyone
inclined
to
take
a
more
rose-coloured
view
of
things
than
she
.
To
her
they
only
brought
a
maddening
remembrance
of
the
time
when
she
—
not
alone
then
—
had
first
seen
them
from
the
windows
of
the
Arundel
Hotel
.
The
noise
of
the
water
against
the
bridge
was
very
like
the
sound
of
the
waters
rushing
round
the
stones
in
the
Derbyshire
streams
—
only
those
waters
had
always
made
a
song
that
was
to
be
enjoyed
,
not
understood
—
and
this
dark
tide
,
as
it
broke
against
the
stone
,
seemed
to
be
whispering
constantly
some
message
to
her
,
which
she
as
constantly
,
but
vainly
,
tried
to
catch
.
It
made
her
shiver
.
She
turned
and
leaned
back
against
the
parapet
.
The
other
side
of
the
bridge
was
in
the
ruthless
hands
of
the
paviors
,
who
had
literally
left
no
stone
unturned
in
order
to
produce
that
utter
chaos
in
which
the
heart
of
the
contractor
delighteth
.
The
large
slabs
of
paving-stones
,
standing
and
lying
about
in
all
sorts
of
positions
,
made
the
place
look
—
ugh
!
—
like
a
graveyard
,
and
the
displaced
earth
and
heaps
of
sand
looked
like
half-made
graves
,
in
which
the
spade
and
pick
of
the
sexton
had
ceased
to
clink
.
There
was
a
bright
red
spot
of
fire
about
a
hundred
yards
from
her
—
someone
was
comfortable
beside
it
,
she
supposed
—
and
somehow
she
hated
that
patch
of
red
light
more
than
anything
else
in
the
whole
picture
.
Alice
had
found
a
fresh
lodging
easily
enough
,
and
this
time
she
had
adopted
the
badge
of
marital
servitude
,
and
had
taken
another
name
.
The
new
room
struck
her
as
cheerless
and
unwelcoming
,
and
her
poor
possessions
looked
less
friendly
than
they
had
done
in
the
old
attic
at
Spray
's
Buildings
.
Her
bundle
of
work
had
been
brought
with
the
rest
,
but
she
seemed
to
have
no
heart
to
begin
it
,
nor
yet
to
get
herself
food
,
and
she
sat
on
there
,
hour
after
hour
,
till
the
sense
of
complete
isolation
grew
too
much
for
her
.
At
Spray
's
Buildings
she
had
had
no
friends
,
and
had
valued
her
few
acquaintances
but
slightly
,
and
she
did
not
realise
the
amount
of
comfort
that
could
be
got
out
of
a
chance
meeting
with
Miss
Fludger
on
the
stairs
until
such
meetings
were
things
of
the
past
.
'
I
will
go
out
,
'
she
had
said
,
rising
at
last
with
a
feeling
that
even
in
strange
and
unregarding
faces
there
would
be
companionship
of
a
kind
.
So
she
had
left
her
room
and
had
wandered
about
,
passing
more
than
one
spot
hung
thickly
round
with
memories
of
her
short
day
of
sunshine
.
Then
when
night
fell
she
felt
that
she
could
not
go
back
to
that
new
inhospitable
room
of
hers
.
She
pictured
it
dark
,
cheerless
,
and
cold
,
shuddered
as
she
thought
of
the
broad
streak
of
moonlight
which
would
come
through
the
uncurtained
window
,
and
lie
on
that
bare
floor
.
How
dark
the
corners
of
the
room
would
be
.
So
she
wandered
on
,
and
the
people
grew
scarcer
and
scarcer
,
and
she
grew
fainter
and
fainter
.
She
would
have
been
glad
of
food
now
,
but
all
the
shops
were
shut
,
and
when
she
came
to
Blackfriars
'
Bridge
she
was
too
tired
to
go
any
further
.
And
as
she
stood
and
looked
at
the
river
gleaming
in
the
moonlight
,
the
question
came
into
her
mind
.
'
Need
she
go
further
?
Was
not
this
the
fitting
end
for
such
as
she
?
'
A
spasm
of
madness
caught
her
.
What
an
easy
way
out
of
all
her
troubles
;
what
an
obvious
solution
of
all
her
difficulties
!
She
walked
straight
before
her
,
stooping
to
pass
under
the
protecting
pole
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
falling
once
over
a
block
of
stone
and
cutting
her
hands
,
she
thought
.
She
climbed
the
tomb-like
stones
,
and
in
a
moment
was
on
her
hands
and
knees
partly
on
the
parapet
and
partly
on
some
stones
that
leaned
against
it
.
She
looked
over
without
changing
her
attitude
for
quite
a
minute
.
It
made
her
giddy
to
look
down
.
She
could
not
stand
up
,
as
she
had
pictured
herself
doing
when
that
madness
first
came
upon
her
.
She
could
drop
over
,
though
,
and
she
would
.
Courage
!
In
another
minute
it
would
all
be
over
.
She
had
made
a
movement
to
turn
her
feet
towards
the
water
,
when
her
shoulders
were
caught
by
two
hands
,
and
she
was
lifted
bodily
back
on
to
the
bridge
.
'
You
little
fool
!
'
said
the
owner
of
the
hands
,
which
gave
her
a
little
shake
before
they
loosened
their
hold
of
her
.
'
What
do
you
want
to
go
drinking
of
that
poison
for
?
It
ai
n't
fit
to
drown
a
cat
in
,
let
alone
a
human
woman
female
.
'
Alice
's
face
was
in
her
hands
.
She
had
sunk
down
against
the
stones
on
which
she
had
climbed
before
.
She
shivered
.
'
Oh
,
I
am
so
cold
!
'
she
said
,
almost
in
a
whisper
,
without
taking
her
hands
away
.
The
madness
had
died
out
of
her
completely
.
'
You
'd
have
been
colder
if
it
had
n't
been
for
me
;
and
oh
,
the
taste
in
your
mouth
would
have
been
something
dreadful
.
Come
and
have
a
drop
of
my
missus
's
coffee
,
by
my
fire
;
it
's
a
deal
sweeter
than
wot
you
was
after
.
The
Government
ought
to
take
it
up
,
'
he
said
,
sententiously
,
but
whether
he
meant
the
river
,
the
coffee
,
or
the
fire
,
he
did
not
explain
.
He
helped
her
to
rise
,
took
her
by
the
elbow
in
a
sort
of
amateur-constable
way
,
and
led
her
over
and
round
the
snares
and
pitfalls
which
lay
between
them
and
that
red
eye
which
had
seemed
to
watch
them
.
It
was
a
sort
of
openwork
iron
pot
,
full
of
hot
coals
,
and
a
species
of
shelter
was
contrived
round
it
by
means
of
a
judicious
arrangement
of
paving
stones
and
tarpaulin
.
When
he
had
made
her
sit
down
on
an
inverted
basket
placed
in
the
warmest
corner
by
the
fire
,
she
glanced
at
him
for
the
first
time
.
He
was
a
big
,
burly
,
black-bearded
man
;
he
had
a
kindly
expression
,
and
merry
eyes
,
with
a
sort
of
cast
in
one
of
them
which
made
it
difficult
to
be
sure
which
way
he
was
looking
.
'
Still
cold
?
'
he
asked
,
with
one
eye
on
her
and
the
other
apparently
on
the
pole
star
.
'
Have
this
coat
;
I
'm
warm
enough
.
I
had
to
hurry
up
so
to
catch
you
,
young
woman
.
'
He
threw
a
rough
pea-jacket
round
her
as
she
said
,
looking
down
,
—
'
How
did
you
catch
me
?
Where
did
you
come
from
?
'
'
Where
did
I
come
from
?
Why
,
from
here
.
Directly
I
saw
you
cross
the
road
I
knew
what
was
up
.
I
never
would
let
anyone
go
into
that
ditch
if
I
could
help
it
.
It
ought
to
belong
to
the
Commissioners
of
Sewers
,
'
he
ended
,
having
apparently
changed
his
mind
concerning
the
administrative
functions
of
'
Government
.
'
'
The
question
is
,
'
he
went
on
,
'
where
did
you
come
from
,
and
what
did
you
come
for
?
'
'
I
've
come
from
Gray
's
Inn
Road
,
'
she
said
.
'
How
lucky
,
now
.
I
live
that
way
.
I
shall
be
able
to
see
you
home
in
an
hour
or
two
,
when
my
mate
comes
to
take
his
turn
.
You
'll
just
have
time
to
get
warm
.
Here
,
drink
this
coffee
.
Had
any
tea
?
'
She
shook
her
head
.
'
Any
dinner
?
'
'
No
.
'
'
Nor
any
breakfast
neither
,
I
'll
back
.
I
suppose
you
're
hard
up
;
that
's
enough
to
make
anyone
go
anywhere
but
into
that
,
'
with
a
backward
jerk
of
his
thumb
towards
what
seemed
to
be
his
pet
aversion
.
He
was
a
man
whose
occupation
caused
him
to
pass
a
good
deal
of
his
time
on
bridges
,
and
he
knew
the
river
and
the
smells
thereof
.
'
No
,
'
said
Alice
,
'
I
'm
not
very
hard
up
,
and
I
'm
in
work
,
too
;
but
I
moved
into
a
new
place
to-day
,
and
I
felt
too
lonely
to
bother
about
dinner
or
anything
,
and
I
expect
going
without
made
me
a
bit
wild
and
soft
like
.
'
'
Have
some
of
this
,
'
was
his
answer
,
and
soon
Alice
began
to
feel
a
returning
sense
of
physical
comfort
steal
through
her
,
as
she
sat
resting
by
the
cheering
fire
,
drinking
the
hot
coffee
from
a
tin
mug
,
with
a
slice
of
bread
and
cheese
on
her
knee
,
while
her
companion
kept
up
a
constant
ripple
of
somewhat
inconsequent
talk
,
which
was
his
notion
of
'
making
conversation
'
for
his
guest
.
She
took
her
part
in
the
dialogue
with
an
ease
which
surprised
herself
.
It
seems
very
strange
that
people
should
not
be
more
affected
than
they
generally
are
by
having
been
face
to
face
with
death
.
The
fact
is
,
that
it
is
so
impossible
to
realise
subjectively
what
death
is
,
that
people
feel
less
awestruck
at
having
been
so
near
it
than
they
do
at
having
been
within
an
ace
of
having
their
leg
broken
,
or
of
being
marked
with
small-pox
.
Perhaps
this
is
why
so
many
men
sleep
sound
sleeps
and
eat
hearty
breakfasts
just
before
execution
.
It
was
a
long
time
since
anyone
had
thought
it
worth
while
to
talk
so
much
to
Alice
,
and
she
felt
so
interested
,
and
withal
so
comfortable
,
that
it
never
occurred
to
her
that
this
interlude
of
warmth
and
companionship
must
soon
be
over
,
and
that
then
she
would
have
to
face
the
desolate
streets
and
that
cheerless
room
.
Of
seeking
again
the
chill
refuge
from
which
her
new
acquaintance
had
saved
her
she
certainly
never
thought
.
That
madness
was
over
.
Her
black-bearded
preserver
was
in
the
midst
of
an
economic
dissertation
of
a
somewhat
confused
character
on
the
reasons
of
hard
times
and
bad
wages
,
when
a
black
shadow
falling
on
a
moonlit
slab
of
stone
close
by
them
made
them
both
look
up
.
'
Why
,
if
it
is
n't
Mr
Peter
Hitch
,
'
said
the
pavior
.
'
So
you
're
out
again
,
sir
?
Chilly
night
,
ai
n't
it
?
Come
and
have
a
warm
.
This
young
woman
's
had
a
warm
,
and
she
feels
better
for
it
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
'
The
new-comer
sat
down
on
some
boards
near
the
fire
with
a
graceful
salutation
towards
Alice
.
'
It
is
cold
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
distinctly
foreign
accent
.
'
You
are
the
lucky
one
,
Mr
Toomey
,
with
your
warm
fire
.
'
Alice
glanced
furtively
at
the
stranger
.
He
was
tall
,
and
was
not
dressed
as
she
would
have
expected
Mr
Toomey
's
friends
to
be
.
He
wore
a
grey
military
cloak
with
a
high
collar
,
and
a
large
soft
felt
hat
.
The
brim
was
turned
up
in
a
rather
unusual
way
in
front
,
and
leaving
exposed
as
it
did
a
broad
,
well-shaped
forehead
and
piercing
grey
eyes
,
gave
to
the
whole
face
a
bold
and
daring
look
.
He
did
not
seem
to
look
at
Alice
at
all
,
and
yet
he
had
hardly
been
seated
a
minute
before
he
turned
to
her
and
said
,
—
'
Forgive
me
,
but
I
feel
as
if
you
were
a
sort
of
acquaintance
already
.
I
sat
just
behind
you
at
a
lecture
in
Soho
last
night
.
I
am
not
mistaken
—
you
were
there
,
were
n't
you
?
'
The
introduction
of
a
third
person
to
the
enjoyment
of
the
fire
and
shelter
had
brought
back
to
Alice
the
full
consciousness
of
her
position
,
but
the
new-comer
spoke
to
her
so
deferentially
,
and
treated
her
so
exactly
as
if
they
had
met
in
quite
an
ordinary
way
,
and
there
were
nothing
unusual
in
the
situation
,
that
she
felt
herself
grow
a
little
more
at
ease
again
as
she
answered
,
'
Yes
;
I
was
there
.
'
'
Why
,
I
'm
blest
if
I
was
n't
there
,
too
,
'
broke
in
Toomey
,
'
and
a
rare
good
'
un
he
was
as
spoke
.
Countryman
o
'
yours
too
,
eh
,
Mr
Peter
Hitch
?
By
the
way
,
'
he
added
,
as
the
other
nodded
assent
,
'
I
was
wanting
to
have
a
word
or
two
with
you
,
if
miss
here
will
excuse
us
.
It
's
on
the
subject
as
you
knows
on
,
'
he
explained
,
seeing
the
other
's
look
of
surprise
,
and
embellishing
his
speech
by
sundry
winks
,
to
which
his
visual
peculiarities
imparted
an
unusually
enigmatical
character
.
The
two
men
stepped
a
few
paces
away
,
and
then
Toomey
said
,
—
'
I
say
,
mister
,
I
'm
in
rather
a
tight
place
,
and
perhaps
you
can
tell
me
a
way
out
of
it
.
That
there
young
woman
'
(
here
he
lowered
his
voice
)
'
would
have
been
down
somewhere
off
Greenwich
by
this
time
if
it
had
n't
been
for
me
—
the
tide
was
just
on
the
turn
.
I
stopped
her
going
over
,
and
now
I
feel
responsible
,
like
.
I
did
think
of
taking
her
home
to
the
missus
,
but
my
Mary
Jane
,
though
she
have
the
kindest
heart
,
has
a
sharp
tongue
,
and
I
do
n't
know
quite
how
she
might
take
it
,
nor
what
she
might
say
in
the
first
surprise
,
like
,
before
she
could
be
got
to
listen
to
reason
,
and
that
pore
young
thing
's
in
trouble
enough
,
I
know
,
without
being
jawed
at
,
and
I
ca
n't
abide
jaw
myself
neither
.
And
yet
I
do
n't
like
to
lose
sight
of
her
just
yet
,
and
what
am
I
to
do
?
'
'
I
will
charge
myself
with
her
,
'
said
the
other
,
without
the
slightest
hesitation
.
'
You
can
trust
her
to
me
,
friend
Toomey
,
can
you
not
?
'
'
I
'd
trust
you
with
anything
,
sir
,
'
said
Toomey
.
The
other
went
straight
back
to
the
fire
where
Alice
sat
,
already
deep
again
in
her
own
bitter
thoughts
.
'
I
am
going
home
now
,
and
as
I
go
I
will
see
you
to
your
house
.
Come
.
'
She
rose
at
once
,
and
held
out
her
hand
to
Mr
Toomey
.
'
Thank
you
so
much
,
'
she
said
,
'
for
all
your
goodness
.
Good-bye
.
'
'
Good-bye
,
'
said
Toomey
,
shaking
her
hand
vigorously
.
'
This
gentleman
will
take
good
care
of
you
.
'
'
Take
my
arm
,
'
said
her
escort
,
when
they
got
on
to
the
pavement
.
'
As
you
go
to
the
Agora
,
I
suppose
we
are
interested
in
the
same
subjects
,
and
perhaps
know
some
of
the
same
people
.
Do
many
of
your
friends
go
there
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
anyone
who
goes
there
.
I
've
never
been
there
before
myself
.
'
'
Did
you
go
by
chance
?
'
'
No
.
'
She
hesitated
a
moment
.
'
I
wanted
to
hear
the
lecture
.
'
'
Then
we
do
take
an
interest
in
the
same
subjects
.
Which
way
do
you
go
?
'
he
asked
,
as
they
reached
Ludgate
Circus
.
'
Straight
on
;
I
am
living
near
Gray
's
Inn
Road
.
'
'
Are
you
living
with
friends
?
'
'
No
,
I
am
living
alone
.
'
'
Are
your
parents
living
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
she
answered
.
'
Oh
,
yes
.
'
From
anyone
else
she
could
and
would
have
resented
such
questioning
,
but
there
was
something
about
this
man
that
compelled
her
to
answer
him
.
'
Were
they
unkind
to
you
?
'
'
No
,
no
!
'
cried
Alice
.
'
They
have
always
been
the
best
of
the
best
to
me
.
'
'
Kind
parents
living
,
'
he
said
musingly
,
'
and
you
are
not
with
them
.
Our
good
friend
yonder
told
me
how
he
met
you
.
Tell
me
—
what
does
it
all
mean
?
It
will
be
to
your
good
to
tell
me
.
'
'
What
do
you
want
to
know
?
'
'
Everything
.
'
He
laid
his
hand
on
the
hand
that
was
on
his
arm
.
'
I
know
you
will
tell
me
.
'
And
very
much
to
her
own
bewilderment
,
she
found
herself
telling
him
,
not
all
,
but
enough
for
him
to
be
able
easily
enough
to
guess
all
.
She
laid
most
stress
upon
the
sense
of
desolation
which
had
come
over
her
in
her
new
lodgings
,
and
on
the
resistless
impulse
that
had
driven
her
out
into
the
streets
.
When
once
she
had
begun
to
speak
,
she
found
a
quite
unexpected
relief
in
the
telling
of
this
story
which
had
never
passed
her
lips
before
.
'
It
is
the
loneliness
I
mind
now
,
'
she
ended
;
'
not
the
work
,
though
that
is
hard
enough
.
'
'
The
greater
part
of
life
is
hard
,
'
said
her
companion
,
'
and
the
best
thing
in
it
for
some
of
us
is
to
be
able
to
make
the
lives
of
others
a
little
less
hard
.
I
think
it
possible
I
may
be
able
to
make
your
life
somewhat
easier
for
you
.
At
any
rate
I
think
I
could
manage
to
get
you
work
which
would
be
better
paid
for
than
your
tailors
'
sewing
.
'
'
Thank
you
,
'
was
all
Alice
said
.
'
You
are
very
kind
.
'
'
I
shall
do
that
for
you
with
much
pleasure
,
but
in
return
you
must
do
something
for
me
.
I
cannot
part
from
you
until
you
have
promised
me
never
again
to
attempt
what
you
were
prevented
in
to-night
.
'
'
I
cannot
promise
never
to
do
it
.
All
I
can
say
is
,
I
do
not
mean
to
now
.
'
'
At
any
rate
,
promise
that
you
will
do
nothing
till
you
have
seen
me
again
.
'
'
Yes
,
I
will
promise
that
.
I
wonder
whether
the
house
door
will
be
unlocked
.
We
are
close
there
now
.
If
it
is
not
,
I
must
walk
about
till
morning
.
'
'
I
must
walk
with
you
in
that
case
,
so
we
will
see
before
I
leave
you
whether
it
is
or
not
.
'
She
looked
at
him
,
and
for
the
first
time
realised
that
her
companion
was
not
of
her
own
class
.
'
No
;
do
n't
come
further
than
here
.
I
only
came
here
to-day
,
you
know
,
and
I
must
not
be
seen
walking
with
a
—
a
—
gentleman
.
'
'
Am
I
a
gentleman
?
I
am
afraid
all
your
countrymen
would
not
give
me
that
title
;
men
call
me
a
Socialist
.
Ho-la
—
you
've
heard
that
name
before
?
Does
it
frighten
you
?
'
'
No
,
I
am
not
frightened
.
'
'
I
will
wait
here
,
'
he
said
,
'
till
I
see
if
your
house
receives
you
.
If
not
,
come
back
to
me
,
and
we
will
walk
together
till
it
can
.
I
will
come
and
see
you
to-morrow
—
or
rather
this
—
evening
,
and
I
hope
to
bring
good
news
.
Do
not
be
down-hearted
;
things
will
look
brighter
this
time
to-morrow
.
'
'
Oh
,
I
must
not
forget
to
ask
your
name
.
Did
Mr
Toomey
call
you
right
?
'
'
Ah
,
no
,
'
he
said
,
smiling
;
'
our
good
Toomey
is
not
a
linguist
.
My
name
is
Petrovitch
.
What
is
yours
?
I
must
know
that
,
because
of
asking
for
you
when
I
come
.
I
will
come
in
the
evening
.
'
'
My
name
is
—
Mrs
—
Mrs
Litvinoff
.
Good-bye
.
'
'
Good-bye
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
start
and
quite
a
new
expression
on
his
face
.
'
I
will
come
at
noon
.
'
COUNT
LITVINOFF
IS
SYMPATHETIC
AT
the
moment
when
Mrs
Fludger
's
sense
of
propriety
was
being
outraged
by
what
she
termed
,
in
a
subsequent
recital
of
her
wrongs
to
her
first-floor
front
,
'
that
shindy
on
the
stairs
,
'
Miss
Stanley
was
lying
on
the
sofa
in
the
sitting-room
at
Morley
's
Hotel
,
reading
the
novel
that
had
taken
the
last
season
by
storm
,
and
pushed
everything
else
out
of
sight
on
the
bookstalls
.
But
even
the
thrilling
interest
of
this
work
did
not
keep
her
from
falling
fast
asleep
in
the
middle
of
the
fourth
chapter
;
and
she
passed
the
next
half
hour
in
a
dreamland
more
pleasant
than
Morley
's
Hotel
;
for
that
hostelry
,
especially
when
her
father
was
,
as
usual
,
in
the
City
,
seemed
to
her
to
be
deadly
dull
.
She
had
just
come
back
to
the
world
of
solid
furniture
and
characterless
window
curtains
;
her
first
waking
thought
was
that
some
tea
would
be
worth
anything
to
her
just
then
—
except
the
trouble
of
getting
up
to
ring
for
it
—
and
she
wished
dreamily
that
waiters
could
know
by
intuition
when
they
were
wanted
.
It
almost
seemed
as
if
they
did
,
for
a
tap
came
at
the
door
,
and
she
had
to
stop
her
reflections
to
say
,
—
'
Come
in
.
'
'
Mr
Richard
Ferrier
,
'
said
the
waiter
who
appeared
.
'
Are
you
at
home
,
ma'am
?
'
'
Oh
,
yes
;
show
him
up
,
'
she
said
;
and
to
herself
,
wonder
ingly
,
'
How
funny
of
him
to
come
at
this
time
.
'
Then
,
as
he
entered
,
'
Good
afternoon
,
Mr
Ferrier
.
What
a
dreadful
day
!
Papa
has
not
come
home
yet
.
'
'
I
am
very
sorry
to
say
,
'
said
Richard
,
as
he
took
her
offered
hand
,
'
that
I
shall
not
be
able
to
come
this
evening
.
'
'
Oh
,
I
'm
so
sorry
!
'
she
said
,
cheerfully
.
'
I
hope
there
's
nothing
wrong
.
Ca
n't
your
brother
come
,
either
?
'
'
I
do
n't
know
,
Miss
Stanley
,
'
he
answered
,
leaning
one
arm
on
the
mantelpiece
,
and
looking
down
,
but
not
at
her
,
though
she
had
seated
herself
in
a
low
chair
near
the
fire
,
and
was
quite
within
easy
visual
range
.
'
I
am
not
likely
to
know
much
more
about
my
brother
.
'
'
Not
know
much
more
about
your
brother
,
Mr
Richard
?
'
she
said
,
opening
her
eyes
very
wide
.
'
What
can
you
mean
?
Surely
you
have
n't
quarrelled
?
'
'
I
suppose
we
have
quarrelled
.
At
anyrate
,
my
brother
told
me
half
an
hour
ago
never
to
speak
to
him
again
on
this
side
of
the
grave
.
'
Clare
felt
that
this
promised
to
be
several
degrees
more
interesting
even
than
her
book
.
She
could
n't
help
wondering
what
they
had
quarrelled
about
.
Was
it
perhaps
—
'
What
did
you
say
to
him
?
'
'
I
said
nothing
—
he
went
away
,
and
I
came
here
.
'
He
spoke
in
that
particularly
even
and
monotonous
voice
which
,
with
some
people
,
is
always
the
token
of
suppressed
agitation
.
'
I
mean
what
had
you
said
to
make
him
say
that
?
'
'
I
told
him
the
truth
.
'
'
But
perhaps
you
said
the
truth
too
sharply
,
and
,
besides
,
you
ought
to
make
it
up
with
him
—
especially
as
you
're
the
eldest
.
It
's
so
terrible
for
brothers
to
quarrel
.
'
She
ended
with
a
little
didactic
air
which
became
her
very
well
.
'
I
am
afraid
this
is
one
of
the
quarrels
that
ca
n't
be
made
up
.
I
ca
n't
alter
facts
;
neither
can
he
,
unfortunately
.
'
'
Is
it
so
very
serious
?
'
she
asked
.
'
Oh
—
papa
will
be
so
sorry
.
But
you
'll
feel
differently
when
you
have
had
time
to
think
it
over
.
'
'
Circumstances
do
n't
change
by
being
thought
over
.
'
'
No
,
but
our
view
of
them
does
.
'
'
Well
,
I
can
say
this
,
Miss
Stanley
;
if
ever
I
could
change
my
opinion
of
my
brother
's
conduct
I
should
be
only
too
glad
,
and
I
should
be
the
first
to
make
advances
towards
reconciliation
.
'
'
Why
,
surely
,
Mr
Roland
's
done
nothing
wrong
?
'
'
You
may
be
sure
he
has
,
in
my
opinion
at
least
,
or
I
should
not
have
spoken
to
him
as
I
did
;
knowing
,
too
,
all
that
it
involved
,
'
he
added
in
a
lower
voice
.
'
Oh
,
yes
,
'
said
Clare
in
quite
an
awestruck
tone
—
all
that
her
father
had
told
her
about
old
Mr
Ferrier
's
will
coming
into
her
mind
with
a
rush
.
'
Why
,
I
had
forgotten
that
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Richard
,
looking
straight
at
her
for
the
first
time
that
afternoon
,
'
I
shall
lose
my
living
,
and
more
,
the
hope
of
my
life
;
but
at
anyrate
,
thank
God
,
I
keep
my
honour
,
and
he
has
lost
even
that
.
'
Clare
returned
his
gaze
steadily
.
'
You
have
no
right
to
say
that
,
unless
you
are
quite
,
quite
,
quite
sure
,
'
she
said
rather
haughtily
.
She
had
no
motive
for
that
little
speech
,
save
a
natural
love
for
fair
play
,
but
he
read
in
it
a
desire
to
champion
his
brother
against
his
attack
,
and
he
was
goaded
to
the
point
of
indiscretion
.
'
I
am
so
sure
,
'
he
answered
bitterly
,
'
that
sooner
than
touch
hands
in
friendship
with
him
again
,
I
am
giving
up
all
my
chances
in
life
,
and
with
them
the
hope
of
winning
you
.
Do
n't
say
anything
,
'
he
went
on
,
seeing
that
she
was
about
to
speak
.
'
I
had
no
right
to
say
that
.
I
did
not
mean
to
annoy
you
with
any
hint
of
my
vain
devotion
,
but
I
could
n't
help
saying
it
.
Consider
it
unsaid
if
you
like
,
but
do
n't
be
vexed
with
me
.
There
is
one
thing
I
must
ask
you
.
I
should
be
untrue
to
my
love
for
you
if
I
did
not
ask
it
.
Do
not
let
my
brother
win
what
his
fault
forbids
me
to
try
for
.
'
She
rose
.
'
I
have
given
you
no
right
to
talk
in
that
way
,
nor
to
ask
me
any
such
promise
,
and
I
will
promise
nothing
since
I
know
nothing
,
'
she
said
,
indignantly
.
'
Then
at
least
it
shall
not
be
my
fault
,
'
said
Richard
with
equal
fire
,
'
if
you
do
not
know
what
every
woman
he
comes
near
ought
to
know
.
He
is
not
free
to
offer
love
to
any
woman
.
He
owes
all
the
love
he
is
capable
of
to
a
woman
he
has
ruined
and
deserted
.
'
Miss
Stanley
looked
at
him
coldly
and
contemptuously
.
He
stood
silent
a
moment
,
and
in
that
moment
felt
the
utter
falseness
of
the
step
he
had
taken
.
She
turned
slightly
away
from
him
,
and
he
knew
that
there
were
no
more
words
to
be
said
on
either
side
.
'
Good-bye
,
'
he
said
;
'
I
shall
not
be
at
all
likely
to
trouble
you
again
.
'
'
Good
afternoon
,
'
she
said
,
without
moving
;
and
he
went
out
.
Now
,
indeed
,
everything
was
over
.
Clare
,
left
to
herself
,
sank
down
again
in
her
low
chair
,
and
knitted
her
brows
in
annoyed
meditation
.
Quarrels
,
separations
,
and
crushing
impertinent
people
with
'
dynamic
glances
'
were
all
very
well
in
novels
,
but
in
real
life
it
was
much
nicer
to
have
things
go
smoothly
.
She
could
not
quite
foresee
all
the
complications
that
this
quarrel
might
lead
to
,
but
she
knew
that
it
would
make
a
great
difference
at
Firth
Vale
.
Aspinshaw
would
be
duller
than
ever
.
Would
Roland
come
this
evening
?
Could
what
Dick
had
said
be
true
?
If
it
was
,
she
thought
,
he
had
no
right
to
say
it
to
her
;
and
it
was
mean
of
him
to
say
it
to
anyone
behind
his
brother
's
back
.
Count
Litvinoff
would
be
sure
to
come
,
at
anyrate
.
'
Let
's
hope
he
'll
be
entertaining
,
'
she
said
to
herself
.
When
a
woman
is
bored
,
or
tired
,
or
vexed
,
or
perplexed
,
or
worried
,
after
a
quarrel
,
or
before
a
journey
,
there
is
one
resource
to
which
she
always
flies
.
Miss
Stanley
rang
for
tea
.
The
waiter
who
announced
Mr
Ferrier
had
quite
settled
in
his
own
mind
that
in
so
doing
he
was
ushering
in
one
of
the
chief
characters
in
a
love
scene
,
but
when
he
caught
sight
of
the
young
man
's
face
as
he
came
from
Miss
Stanley
's
presence
,
he
decided
that
the
scene
in
which
Mr
Ferrier
had
just
played
his
part
,
had
not
had
much
love-sweetness
about
it
,
at
anyrate
.
Count
Litvinoff
,
coming
up
the
stairs
a
moment
afterwards
,
met
Dick
going
down
,
and
thought
so
too
.
'
Ah
!
Mr
Ferrier
,
'
he
said
genially
;
'
we
are
to
be
fellow
guests
to-night
,
I
believe
.
'
'
I
think
not
,
'
said
Dick
,
shaking
hands
;
'
I
shall
not
be
able
to
come
.
'
Litvinoff
's
face
fell
,
and
he
looked
quite
naturally
grieved
.
'
How
unfortunate
,
'
he
said
.
'
I
say
,
'
said
Richard
,
after
a
minute
's
pause
,
'
were
you
in
a
place
called
Spray
's
Buildings
,
a
turning
out
of
Porson
Street
,
about
an
hour
ago
?
You
'll
think
it
strange
of
me
to
ask
,
but
I
have
a
particular
reason
for
wanting
to
know
.
'
'
Porson
Street
—
Porson
Street
.
I
've
heard
the
name
somewhere
,
but
I
certainly
have
n't
been
there
this
afternoon
.
'
The
Court
of
St
Petersburg
had
evidently
missed
a
good
diplomatist
in
Count
Michael
Litvinoff
.
The
lie
was
admirably
told
.
'
No
,
'
said
Richard
,
'
I
did
n't
suppose
you
had
,
but
I
thought
I
'd
just
set
my
mind
at
rest
about
it
.
'
'
May
I
ask
,
'
said
Litvinoff
,
leaning
on
the
banisters
and
idly
swinging
his
eyeglass
by
the
guard
,
'
why
your
mind
was
disturbed
concerning
my
incomings
and
outgoings
?
'
'
You
are
quite
right
.
It
is
no
business
of
mine
;
but
I
asked
,
in
order
to
verify
or
disprove
a
statement
of
my
brother
's
.
'
'
So
your
brother
,
at
anyrate
,
honours
me
with
his
interest
,
does
he
?
'
'
You
'd
better
ask
him
—
good
afternoon
.
'
'
A
sweet
disposition
that
,
'
observed
Litvinoff
,
when
,
having
watched
the
other
out
of
sight
,
he
turned
towards
his
room
.
'
They
ought
to
teach
politeness
at
Cambridge
,
and
put
it
down
among
the
extras
.
By
the
way
,
there
may
be
something
to
be
got
out
of
our
brother
.
Things
are
getting
too
mixed
to
be
pleasant
.
Wonder
whether
he
'll
turn
up
to-night
?
'
He
did
turn
up
,
in
such
a
state
of
depression
as
to
promise
to
be
a
thorough
wet
blanket
on
all
the
fires
of
social
gaiety
.
In
fact
,
none
of
the
little
party
which
assembled
round
Mr
Stanley
's
dinner-table
were
in
a
state
of
mind
to
make
them
what
is
called
good
company
.
Roland
was
thoroughly
unhinged
by
the
events
of
the
afternoon
,
which
to
him
had
been
so
utterly
unexpected
,
and
were
so
completely
unexplained
.
It
needed
a
determined
effort
on
his
part
to
listen
to
Mr
Stanley
's
commonplaces
instead
of
thinking
out
some
means
of
compassing
a
reconciliation
with
his
brother
.
He
felt
sure
that
their
quarrel
hinged
on
a
mistake
,
but
what
that
mistake
was
,
or
what
its
subject
was
,
he
was
at
a
loss
to
conjecture
.
Clare
was
listless
and
distraite
.
She
was
intensely
annoyed
by
the
remembrance
of
that
little
episode
with
Richard
,
and
,
though
she
told
herself
that
she
did
not
believe
a
word
he
had
said
,
she
found
it
hard
to
forget
it
and
to
treat
Roland
as
usual
.
She
had
not
had
a
chance
of
telling
her
father
anything
about
Richard
,
for
Litvinoff
had
been
punctual
,
and
Mr
Stanley
had
come
back
from
the
City
late
,
and
cross
as
well
as
late
;
and
the
old
gentleman
's
continued
references
to
the
absentee
,
and
his
regrets
for
the
'
sudden
business
'
which
had
prevented
him
from
being
present
,
made
matters
several
degrees
more
uncomfortable
than
they
would
otherwise
have
been
.
Litvinoff
had
his
own
reasons
for
not
feeling
very
joyous
on
this
occasion
,
but
he
had
not
had
three
years
of
wandering
in
exile
among
all
sorts
and
conditions
of
men
for
nothing
,
and
he
was
able
to
put
his
own
personal
feelings
on
one
side
,
and
to
do
what
was
exacted
by
the
proprieties
.
No
one
could
have
told
from
his
manner
that
he
had
a
care
in
the
world
.
More
than
this
,
he
succeeded
after
a
while
in
inspiring
the
others
with
some
of
his
own
powers
of
self-repression
;
and
though
they
did
not
perhaps
feel
more
festive
,
they
made
a
successful
effort
to
seem
so
,
in
order
to
be
not
out
of
harmony
with
what
seemed
to
them
to
be
his
gaiety
and
light-heartedness
.
During
the
earlier
part
of
the
evening
he
devoted
himself
entirely
to
Mr
Stanley
,
a
real
act
of
self-abnegation
in
any
young
man
,
when
Mr
Stanley
's
daughter
was
in
the
room
.
But
Mr
Stanley
was
interested
in
the
financial
condition
of
United
States
railways
,
and
Count
Litvinoff
—
odd
thing
in
an
exile
—
knew
absolutely
everything
that
was
to
be
known
about
the
financial
condition
of
United
States
railways
,
and
,
what
was
better
,
he
had
a
friend
who
knew
even
more
than
that
,
and
whose
knowledge
was
quite
at
Mr
Stanley
's
service
.
If
during
the
long
conference
on
these
entrancing
topics
he
cast
occasional
glances
across
the
room
to
where
Clare
and
young
Ferrier
sat
talking
,
they
were
certainly
not
envious
ones
,
for
'
the
gentle
Roland
'
did
not
seem
to
be
having
a
good
time
of
it
.
Litvinoff
took
pity
on
him
presently
,
and
came
to
the
rescue
.
'
Are
we
to
have
no
music
,
Miss
Stanley
?
'
he
asked
,
when
the
subject
of
the
financial
condition
of
the
United
States
railways
was
exhausted
for
the
time
being
,
and
his
host
showed
decided
symptoms
of
a
desire
to
descant
on
the
beauties
of
'
our
great
Conservative
institutions
,
sir
,
'
and
'
the
glorious
Constitution
which
,
'
etc.
Miss
Stanley
felt
that
singing
to
three
people
would
be
better
than
talking
to
one
,
and
in
the
intervals
between
the
songs
that
followed
she
and
Litvinoff
seemed
to
conspire
to
keep
the
conversation
general
.
'
Penny
Napoleon
,
'
so
often
a
refuge
of
the
bored
and
the
uncongenial
,
helped
the
long
evening
to
its
end
,
and
though
the
last
state
of
it
was
better
than
the
first
,
everyone
was
glad
to
say
good-night
to
everyone
else
.
The
two
young
men
,
by
the
way
,
did
not
say
good-night
to
each
other
when
they
left
the
Stanleys
.
'
Come
and
have
a
cigar
,
'
said
Litvinoff
,
precisely
as
he
had
done
on
the
last
occasion
of
their
meeting
there
.
And
Roland
,
nothing
loth
to
defer
the
moment
of
being
alone
again
with
his
own
perplexities
,
consented
.
But
even
in
the
Count
's
comfortable
little
sitting-room
his
perplexities
pursued
him
,
and
in
more
objectionable
shape
,
too
.
For
the
first
words
his
companion
uttered
,
after
he
had
supplied
his
guest
with
one
of
his
special
cigars
and
a
tumbler
of
something
unexceptionable
,
with
lemon
,
hot
,
were
—
'
Your
brother
tells
me
you
're
taking
an
interest
in
my
movements
,
Mr
Ferrier
.
'
'
How
do
you
mean
?
'
'
I
had
the
felicity
to
meet
him
to-day
,
and
he
asked
me
—
rather
bluntly
,
perhaps
—
if
I
had
been
this
afternoon
in
some
street
,
the
name
of
which
escapes
me
at
the
moment
—
Morford
Street
,
was
it
?
I
told
him
no
,
and
begged
to
know
the
reason
of
his
question
.
He
then
said
he
wished
to
verify
(
I
think
those
were
his
exact
words
)
a
statement
of
yours
.
I
asked
him
,
did
you
take
an
interest
in
my
movements
?
He
then
said
,
in
a
manner
tant
soit
peu
abrupt
,
'
You
'd
better
ask
him
,
'
and
vanished
into
the
Ewigkeit
.
Voilà
,
I
have
asked
you
.
'
Roland
took
two
or
three
puffs
at
his
cigar
,
and
surrounded
himself
with
a
little
cloud
of
smoke
.
Then
he
rose
and
stood
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
and
in
that
attitude
he
looked
,
Litvinoff
thought
,
uncommonly
like
his
brother
.
'
Look
here
,
'
he
said
slowly
,
'
according
to
the
laws
of
etiquette
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
,
I
have
known
you
far
too
short
a
time
to
think
of
talking
to
you
about
my
relations
with
my
brother
,
but
I
am
horribly
perplexed
about
him
;
and
since
he
has
let
you
know
that
there
is
something
wrong
between
us
,
I
may
as
well
tell
you
all
I
know
about
it
.
I
need
hardly
say
that
all
I
say
to
you
is
said
in
strict
confidence
.
'
The
Count
bowed
.
'
For
some
time
we
have
not
been
upon
the
very
best
of
terms
;
but
that
's
neither
here
nor
there
.
There
was
nothing
seriously
wrong
between
us
.
This
morning
,
without
any
apparent
cause
,
he
made
a
kind
of
veiled
accusation
against
me
,
which
I
could
not
understand
,
and
even
went
so
far
as
to
tell
me
I
ought
not
to
go
near
—
'
He
hesitated
.
Litvinoff
made
an
interrogatory
movement
,
which
prevented
his
stopping
short
,
as
he
seemed
inclined
to
do
.
'
Miss
Stanley
,
'
he
ended
.
'
Ah
,
so
?
'
said
the
other
,
raising
his
eyebrows
,
and
looking
sympathetically
interested
.
'
We
had
a
sharp
word
;
but
I
should
not
have
thought
much
more
of
it
if
it
had
n't
been
for
what
came
later
.
This
afternoon
I
was
going
to
see
a
man
you
introduced
me
to
the
other
night
,
Lenoir
,
who
,
I
thought
,
I
remembered
lived
in
Porson
Street
.
'
'
Ah
,
yes
,
it
was
Porson
Street
your
brother
named
,
'
interrupted
Litvinoff
.
'
As
I
was
looking
about
for
him
I
fancied
I
caught
sight
of
you
,
but
it
was
foggy
,
and
when
I
followed
the
man
into
a
house
,
it
turned
out
not
to
be
you
.
At
least
,
I
suppose
not
.
'
'
No
,
no
;
it
certainly
was
not
I
.
'
'
Well
,
as
I
was
looking
about
,
bewildered
,
on
a
staircase
,
I
met
my
brother
,
who
,
I
suppose
,
had
followed
me
.
He
asked
me
what
I
wanted
there
.
I
told
him
.
He
said
I
was
a
scoundrel
and
a
liar
.
Of
course
,
I
could
n't
stand
that
,
so
I
let
out
at
him
,
and
came
away
—
and
there
the
matter
stands
.
What
do
you
make
of
it
?
'
'
Excuse
me
,
'
said
the
other
,
'
does
your
brother
drink
?
'
'
Certainly
not
;
he
's
one
of
the
most
temperate
men
I
know
.
'
'
Could
he
have
done
it
because
—
But
ah
,
no
,
that
is
quite
impossible
.
'
'
I
beg
your
pardon
?
'
'
Is
your
brother
in
love
with
Miss
Stanley
?
'
said
Litvinoff
,
slowly
and
directly
.
'
I
think
he
is
.
What
made
you
think
so
?
'
'
It
was
coming
from
her
presence
that
I
met
him
.
'
'
By
God
!
That
may
account
for
her
manner
to-night
,
'
said
Roland
in
a
low
tone
,
but
not
so
low
but
that
Litvinoff
heard
him
,
and
read
his
thought
almost
before
he
heard
his
word
.
'
No
,
no
,
that
is
quite
impossible
;
dismiss
that
from
your
mind
.
He
would
never
be
so
base
as
to
traduce
you
to
her
.
Besides
,
where
is
the
motive
,
unless
he
fears
you
?
Is
there
perhaps
some
other
lady
in
the
case
?
'
'
No
.
'
'
He
told
you
you
were
not
worthy
to
go
near
Miss
Stanley
,
'
said
the
other
,
lowering
his
voice
deferentially
at
her
name
.
'
That
can
only
mean
one
thing
.
'
'
It
may
mean
that
he
is
mad
,
or
—
by
Jove
!
—
it
may
mean
one
other
thing
.
But
of
that
other
thing
I
am
as
innocent
as
you
are
.
'
If
he
was
as
innocent
as
Count
Litvinoff
looked
,
he
was
innocent
indeed
.
'
Perhaps
it
will
arrange
itself
.
Quarrels
about
ladies
often
adjust
themselves
—
or
rather
the
lady
usually
adjusts
them
.
'
'
This
,
'
said
Roland
,
'
is
more
serious
than
most
quarrels
for
both
of
us
,
and
more
serious
than
I
can
tell
you
;
but
I
think
I
've
troubled
you
enough
with
our
family
affairs
.
I
'll
say
good-night
.
'
Litvinoff
came
down
to
the
door
with
him
,
and
helped
him
on
with
his
coat
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
said
softly
,
—
'
If
it
is
any
comfort
to
you
,
your
brother
did
not
seem
to
have
prospered
in
his
suit
.
He
looked
distressed
,
and
,
fancied
,
remorseful
.
Good-night
.
Ah
,
what
a
lovely
night
.
The
fog
has
quite
cleared
up
.
How
lucky
for
you
.
Au
revoir
!
'
SUCCESSFUL
ANGLING
THE
only
good
thing
about
life
is
that
it
's
interesting
,
but
it
's
quite
possible
to
have
too
much
interest
at
once
,
and
then
it
begins
to
be
irritating
and
depressing
,
and
the
best
sedative
is
tobacco
,
and
the
best
stimulant
is
whisky
.
'
So
said
the
Count
when
he
returned
to
his
room
,
and
he
accordingly
acted
on
his
convictions
.
But
both
whisky
and
tobacco
seemed
to
fail
of
the
effect
expected
of
them
.
He
sat
looking
broodingly
at
the
fire
for
a
moment
or
two
;
then
he
got
up
,
paced
the
length
of
the
room
,
and
,
turning
sharply
,
stamped
his
foot
on
the
ground
,
muttered
a
curse
or
two
,
and
flung
his
hands
out
with
a
vigorous
gesture
of
annoyance
.
'
So
,
these
sons
of
the
millowner
—
these
playfellows
of
childhood
,
these
friends
of
innocence
—
are
men
,
not
ugly
,
not
fools
,
and
not
better
than
their
fellows
.
This
Richard
is
apparently
so
much
interested
as
to
go
nearly
mad
about
her
disappearance
;
and
as
for
Roland
,
there
must
have
been
pretty
strong
grounds
before
his
brother
would
have
started
that
charming
scene
on
the
staircase
.
I
wonder
if
conscience
had
as
much
to
do
with
her
conduct
as
I
believed
.
As
a
rule
,
when
a
woman
gives
up
the
substantial
goods
of
this
life
,
it
's
as
well
to
look
for
some
more
commonplace
motive
than
conscien
tious
scruples
.
Perhaps
it
was
only
a
yearning
towards
the
old
love
.
Pardieu
,
though
,
'
he
added
,
with
something
like
a
laugh
;
'
the
old
love
and
conscience
together
do
n't
provide
very
good
quarters
.
It
would
be
too
much
to
believe
that
that
little
rustic
had
actually
humbugged
me
.
But
it
's
not
impossible
,
young
man
,
'
and
he
glanced
mockingly
at
his
reflection
over
the
mantelpiece
;
'
and
at
present
I
should
advise
you
to
go
to
bed
;
you
'll
need
all
your
senses
about
you
to-morrow
.
The
threads
are
lying
loose
round
,
as
the
Yankees
say
,
and
you
must
gather
them
up
.
'
He
finished
his
glass
of
grog
.
'
I
would
have
given
a
few
hundred
francs
to
have
been
present
in
spirit
at
that
interview
which
depressed
la
belle
Clare
and
crushed
the
unhappy
Richard
.
But
perhaps
a
little
adroitness
to-morrow
will
fill
up
the
blanks
of
to-day
.
And
as
for
the
other
matter
,
the
future
is
more
to
me
than
the
past
—
to
conclude
with
a
fine
revolutionary
sentiment
.
'
'
I
'm
sorry
I
shall
have
to
be
out
all
the
morning
again
,
'
said
Mr
Stanley
next
morning
at
breakfast
,
as
he
opened
his
letters
.
'
Would
you
like
to
come
with
me
?
'
'
No
,
thanks
,
papa
,
'
said
Clare
.
She
had
been
into
the
City
with
him
before
,
and
had
a
vivid
recollection
of
draughty
passages
,
steep
staircases
,
and
impertinent
glances
from
junior
clerks
.
'
What
will
you
do
with
yourself
all
the
time
?
'
asked
her
father
.
'
You
ca
n't
be
always
reading
.
'
'
I
'll
run
over
to
the
National
Gallery
,
I
think
,
and
spend
an
hour
or
two
there
.
'
'
Why
,
you
've
been
there
once
with
me
.
'
'
It
's
no
good
going
to
a
picture
gallery
once
.
'
'
I
do
n't
know
that
it
's
any
good
,
my
dear
,
but
it
's
quite
enough
for
me
.
However
,
please
yourself
—
please
yourself
.
'
To
Mr
Stanley
's
idea
it
was
quite
as
safe
to
send
a
daughter
alone
to
the
National
Gallery
as
to
send
her
to
church
on
a
week
day
.
The
two
places
seemed
to
him
to
be
the
one
as
uninteresting
as
the
other
,
and
both
of
them
as
absolutely
free
from
possible
snares
and
pitfalls
as
any
convent
in
the
land
.
'
I
meant
to
have
given
you
lunch
at
the
"
Ship
and
Turtle
,
"
'
he
went
on
.
'
My
dear
papa
,
I
'm
not
greedy
.
I
'm
not
an
alderman
.
'
'
The
aldermen
of
London
are
an
essential
—
'
'
An
essential
part
of
the
British
Constitution
,
'
she
interrupted
,
laughing
.
'
Yes
,
I
know
,
dear
,
and
I
'm
not
an
essential
part
.
That
's
just
the
difference
.
'
With
which
she
smoothed
his
hair
,
arranged
his
tie
,
kissed
him
on
both
cheeks
,
and
watched
him
out
of
sight
from
the
window
.
Then
she
went
and
wrapped
herself
in
a
good
deal
of
brown
fur
,
and
walked
quickly
across
the
square
to
the
hideous
casket
in
which
the
nation
cherishes
its
gems
of
art
.
She
was
wandering
from
one
picture
to
another
in
a
desultory
sort
of
way
,
and
thinking
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
more
of
her
own
affairs
than
of
the
paintings
,
when
she
almost
ran
against
Count
Litvinoff
,
who
was
standing
,
his
hat
off
and
his
hands
behind
him
,
in
rapt
contemplation
of
the
Martyrdom
of
Saint
Somebody
.
He
turned
and
bowed
,
with
an
air
of
pleased
surprise
.
She
had
never
seen
him
look
so
little
English
—
so
very
foreign
.
'
Ah
!
this
is
good
fortune
,
'
he
said
;
'
your
father
is
with
you
?
'
'
No
,
'
said
Clare
.
'
Papa
does
n't
care
about
pictures
,
except
pictures
of
dead
fish
and
game
,
and
horses
and
fat
cattle
;
and
I
do
n't
care
about
the
City
—
at
least
,
not
the
parts
of
it
that
he
goes
to
—
and
this
is
a
sort
of
paddock
where
I
am
allowed
to
run
loose
when
he
is
away
.
'
'
I
often
spend
an
hour
here
;
I
find
pictures
help
one
to
think
.
How
do
you
like
this
Claude
?
'
Then
the
conversation
was
all
picture
for
a
while
,
and
at
last
they
sat
down
on
one
of
the
few
seats
provided
by
the
munificence
of
a
thoughtful
Administration
for
such
lovers
of
art
as
care
to
stay
in
the
Gallery
long
enough
to
get
tired
.
They
were
silent
for
a
little
while
.
'
Are
you
not
well
,
Miss
Stanley
?
'
he
said
presently
.
'
Oh
,
dear
me
,
yes
;
I
'm
very
well
.
Do
I
look
ill
?
'
she
asked
quite
frankly
,
looking
at
him
with
her
eyebrows
raised
.
'
Ah
,
no
;
you
look
—
'
he
hesitated
,
'
as
you
always
do
,
'
he
ended
,
as
though
that
was
not
what
he
would
have
liked
to
say
.
'
Why
do
you
ask
,
then
?
'
'
Because
I
fancied
last
night
that
you
were
in
some
kind
of
pain
,
and
I
have
been
uneasy
ever
since
about
it
.
'
'
Last
night
?
You
're
very
kind
:
there
was
n't
the
least
ground
for
your
uneasiness
.
'
'
I
was
not
the
only
one
who
thought
so
.
'
'
I
am
afraid
the
evening
must
have
been
very
dull
,
then
,
if
it
gave
two
people
that
impression
.
'
'
Oh
,
dulness
was
out
of
the
question
to
me
,
'
he
said
,
with
an
eloquent
look
.
'
But
I
suppose
we
could
n't
expect
Mr
Roland
to
be
very
cheerful
,
under
the
circumstances
.
'
'
What
circumstances
?
'
questioned
Clare
,
who
was
beginning
to
feel
rather
uncomfortable
.
'
He
has
had
what
I
believe
in
England
is
termed
a
"
row
"
with
his
brother
.
'
'
How
do
you
know
?
'
she
asked
,
quickly
.
'
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
.
'
'
Never
do
that
;
but
,
indeed
,
had
you
not
asked
me
,
I
was
going
to
tell
you
,
for
I
am
in
a
difficulty
.
Although
I
know
your
language
well
,
I
do
not
so
well
know
your
social
customs
.
Shall
we
see
Mr
Richard
again
,
do
you
think
?
'
The
question
was
put
so
innocently
,
and
the
Count
ap
peared
so
really
perplexed
,
that
Miss
Stanley
stifled
the
evasive
answer
that
first
occurred
to
her
,
and
said
simply
,
—
'
No
,
I
do
n't
.
'
'
Then
a
great
part
of
my
difficulty
vanishes
.
I
am
ashamed
to
trouble
you
about
my
dilemmas
;
but
I
have
been
wondering
whether
I
ought
to
know
them
both
,
since
they
have
so
quarrelled
,
or
whether
it
is
not
incumbent
on
me
to
take
one
side
or
the
other
.
'
'
If
you
take
sides
at
all
,
'
said
Clare
,
'
you
should
take
the
side
you
think
right
.
'
'
I
am
here
amongst
Englishmen
.
Being
in
Rome
I
must
do
as
Rome
does
,
and
I
do
not
know
what
is
right
and
wrong
to
English
people
.
'
'
Right
is
right
all
the
world
over
,
'
said
Clare
,
adding
,
as
a
saving
clause
,
'
if
you
can
only
see
which
is
right
.
But
you
are
not
the
only
one
who
is
in
a
dilemma
.
'
Then
,
driven
by
an
irresistible
desire
to
know
how
the
quarrel
struck
him
,
she
asked
him
directly
,
—
'
Which
do
you
think
is
in
the
wrong
?
'
'
There
are
some
things
which
brothers
might
pardon
in
each
other
,
but
which
to
other
men
would
