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<H1 ALIGN="center">
EVE'S RANSOM
</H1>

<BR>

<H3 ALIGN="center">
by
</H3>

<H2 ALIGN="center">
George Gissing
</H2>

<BR><BR><BR>

<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="100%">
<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="20%">
<A HREF="#chap01">CHAPTER I</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="20%">
<A HREF="#chap02">CHAPTER II</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="20%">
<A HREF="#chap03">CHAPTER III</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="20%">
<A HREF="#chap04">CHAPTER IV</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top" WIDTH="20%">
<A HREF="#chap05">CHAPTER V</A>
</TD>
</TR>

<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap06">CHAPTER VI</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap07">CHAPTER VII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap08">CHAPTER VIII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap09">CHAPTER IX</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap10">CHAPTER X</A>
</TD>
</TR>

<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap11">CHAPTER XI</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap12">CHAPTER XII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap13">CHAPTER XIII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap14">CHAPTER XIV</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap15">CHAPTER XV</A>
</TD>
</TR>

<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap16">CHAPTER XVI</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap17">CHAPTER XVII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap18">CHAPTER XVIII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap19">CHAPTER XIX</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap20">CHAPTER XX</A>
</TD>
</TR>

<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap21">CHAPTER XXI</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap22">CHAPTER XXII</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap23">CHAPTER XXIII</A>
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<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap24">CHAPTER XXIV</A>
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<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap25">CHAPTER XXV</A>
</TD>
</TR>

<TR>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap26">CHAPTER XXVI</A>
</TD>
<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top">
<A HREF="#chap27">CHAPTER XXVII</A>
</TD>
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<A NAME="chap01"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER I
</H3>

<P>
On the station platform at Dudley Port, in the dusk of a February
afternoon, half-a-dozen people waited for the train to Birmingham. A
south-west wind had loaded the air with moisture, which dripped at
moments, thinly and sluggishly, from a featureless sky. The lamps, just
lighted, cast upon wet wood and metal a pale yellow shimmer; voices
sounded with peculiar clearness; so did the rumble of a porter's barrow
laden with luggage. From a foundry hard by came the muffled, rhythmic
thunder of mighty blows; this and the long note of an engine-whistle
wailing far off seemed to intensify the stillness of the air as gloomy
day passed into gloomier night.
</P>

<P>
In clear daylight the high, uncovered platform would have offered an
outlook over the surrounding country, but at this hour no horizon was
discernible. Buildings near at hand, rude masses of grimy brick, stood
out against a grey confused background; among them rose a turret which
vomited crimson flame. This fierce, infernal glare seemed to lack the
irradiating quality of earthly fires; with hard, though fluctuating
outline, it leapt towards the kindred night, and diffused a blotchy
darkness. In the opposite direction, over towards Dudley Town, appeared
spots of lurid glow. But on the scarred and barren plain which extends
to Birmingham there had settled so thick an obscurity, vapours from
above blending with earthly reek, that all tile beacons of fiery toil
were wrapped and hidden.
</P>

<P>
Of the waiting travellers, two kept apart from the rest, pacing this
way and that, but independently of each other. They were men of
dissimilar appearance; the one comfortably and expensively dressed, his
age about fifty, his visage bearing the stamp of commerce; the other,
younger by more than twenty years, habited in a way which made it;
difficult to as certain his social standing, and looking about him with
eyes suggestive of anything but prudence or content. Now and then they
exchanged a glance: he of the high hat and caped ulster betrayed an
interest in the younger man, who, in his turn, took occasion to observe
the other from a distance, with show of dubious recognition.
</P>

<P>
The trill of an electric signal, followed by a clanging bell, brought
them both to a pause, and they stood only two or three yards apart.
Presently a light flashed through the thickening dusk; there was
roaring, grinding, creaking and a final yell of brake-tortured wheels.
Making at once for the nearest third-class carriage, the man in the
seedy overcoat sprang to a place, and threw himself carelessly back; a
moment, and he was followed by the second passenger, who seated himself
on the opposite side of the compartment. Once more they looked at each
other, but without change of countenance.
</P>

<P>
Tickets were collected, for there would be no stoppage before
Birmingham: then the door slammed, and the two men were alone together.
</P>

<P>
Two or three minutes after the train had started, the elder man leaned
forward, moved slightly, and spoke.
</P>

<P>
"Excuse me, I think your name must be Hilliard."
</P>

<P>
"What then?" was the brusque reply.
</P>

<P>
"You don't remember me?"
</P>

<P>
"Scoundrels are common enough," returned the other, crossing his legs,
"but I remember you for all that."
</P>

<P>
The insult was thrown out with a peculiarly reckless air; it astounded
the hearer, who sat for an instant with staring eyes and lips apart;
then the blood rushed to his cheeks.
</P>

<P>
"If I hadn't just about twice your muscle, my lad," he answered
angrily, "I'd make you repent that, and be more careful with your
tongue in future. Now, mind what you say! We've a quiet quarter of an
hour before us, and I might alter my mind."
</P>

<P>
The young man laughed contemptuously. He was tall, but slightly built,
and had delicate hands.
</P>

<P>
"So you've turned out a blackguard, have you?" pursued his companion,
whose name was Dengate. "I heard something about that."
</P>

<P>
"From whom?"
</P>

<P>
"You drink, I am told. I suppose that's your condition now."
</P>

<P>
"Well, no; not just now," answered Hilliard. He spoke the language of
an educated man, but with a trace of the Midland accent. Dengate's
speech had less refinement.
</P>

<P>
"What do you mean by your insulting talk, then? I spoke to you civilly."
</P>

<P>
"And I answered as I thought fit."
</P>

<P>
The respectable citizen sat with his hands on his knees, and
scrutinised the other's sallow features.
</P>

<P>
"You've been drinking, I can see. I had something to say to you, but
I'd better leave it for another time."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard flashed a look of scorn, and said sternly&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"I am as sober as you are."
</P>

<P>
"Then just give me civil answers to civil questions."
</P>

<P>
"Questions? What right have you to question me?"
</P>

<P>
"It's for your own advantage. You called me scoundrel. What did you
mean by that?"
</P>

<P>
"That's the name I give to fellows who go bankrupt to get rid of their
debts."
</P>

<P>
"Is it!" said Dengate, with a superior smile. "That only shows how
little you know of the world, my lad. You got it from your father, I
daresay; he had a rough way of talking."
</P>

<P>
"A disagreeable habit of telling the truth."
</P>

<P>
"I know all about it. Your father wasn't a man of business, and
couldn't see things from a business point of view. Now, what I just
want to say to you is this: there's all the difference in the world
between commercial failure and rascality. If you go down to Liverpool,
and ask men of credit for their opinion about Charles Edward Dengate,
you'll have a lesson that would profit you. I can see you're one of the
young chaps who think a precious deal of themselves; I'm often coming
across them nowadays, and I generally give them a piece of my mind."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard smiled.
</P>

<P>
"If you gave them the whole, it would be no great generosity."
</P>

<P>
"Eh? Yes, I see you've had a glass or two, and it makes you witty. But
wait a bit I was devilish near thrashing you a few minutes ago; but I
sha'n't do it, say what you like. I don't like vulgar rows."
</P>

<P>
"No more do I," remarked Hilliard; "and I haven't fought since I was a
boy. But for your own satisfaction, I can tell you it's a wise resolve
not to interfere with me. The temptation to rid the world of one such
man as you might prove too strong."
</P>

<P>
There was a force of meaning in these words, quietly as they were
uttered, which impressed the listener.
</P>

<P>
"You'll come to a bad end, my lad."
</P>

<P>
"Hardly. It's unlikely that I shall ever be rich."
</P>

<P>
"Oh! you're one of that sort, are you? I've come across Socialistic
fellows. But look here. I'm talking civilly, and I say again it's for
your advantage. I had a respect for your father, and I liked your
brother&mdash;I'm sorry to hear he's dead."
</P>

<P>
"Please keep your sorrow to yourself."
</P>

<P>
"All right, all right! I understand you're a draughtsman at Kenn and
Bodditch's?"
</P>

<P>
"I daresay you are capable of understanding that."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard planted his elbow in the window of the carriage and propped
his cheek on his hand.
</P>

<P>
"Yes; and a few other things," rejoined the well-dressed man. "How to
make money, for instance.&mdash;Well, haven't you any insult ready?"
</P>

<P>
The other looked out at a row of flaring chimneys, which the train was
rushing past: he kept silence.
</P>

<P>
"Go down to Liverpool," pursued Dengate, "and make inquiries about me.
You'll find I have as good a reputation as any man living."
</P>

<P>
He laboured this point. It was evident that he seriously desired to
establish his probity and importance in the young man's eyes. Nor did
anything in his look or speech conflict with such claims. He had hard,
but not disagreeable features, and gave proof of an easy temper.
</P>

<P>
"Paying one's debts," said Hilliard, "is fatal to reputation."
</P>

<P>
"You use words you don't understand. There's no such thing as a debt,
except what's recognised by the laws."
</P>

<P>
"I shouldn't wonder if you think of going into Parliament. You are just
the man to make laws."
</P>

<P>
"Well, who knows? What I want you to understand is, that if your father
were alive at this moment, I shouldn't admit that he had claim upon me
for one penny."
</P>

<P>
"It was because I understood it already that I called you a scoundrel."
</P>

<P>
"Now be careful, my lad," exclaimed Dengate, as again he winced under
the epithet. "My temper may get the better of me, and I should be sorry
for it. I got into this carriage with you (of course I had a
first-class ticket) because I wanted to form an opinion of your
character. I've been told you drink, and I see that you do, and I'm
sorry for it. You'll be losing your place before long, and you'll go
down. Now look here; you've called me foul names, and you've done your
best to rile me. Now I'm going to make you ashamed of yourself."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard fixed the speaker with his scornful eyes; the last words had
moved him to curiosity.
</P>

<P>
"I can excuse a good deal in a man with an empty pocket," pursued the
other. "I've been there myself; I know how it makes you feel&mdash;how much
do you earn, by the bye?"
</P>

<P>
"Mind you own business."
</P>

<P>
"All right. I suppose it's about two pounds a week. Would you like to
know what <I>my</I> in come is? Well, something like two pounds an hour,
reckoning eight hours as the working day. There's a difference, isn't
there? It comes of minding my business, you see. You'll never make
anything like it; you find it easier to abuse people who work than to
work yourself. Now if you go down to Liverpool, and ask how I got to my
present position, you'll find it's the result of hard and honest work.
Understand that: honest work."
</P>

<P>
"And forgetting to pay your debts," threw in the young man.
</P>

<P>
"It's eight years since I owed any man a penny. The people I <I>did</I> owe
money to were sensible men of business&mdash;all except your father, and he
never could see things in the right light. I went through the
bankruptcy court, and I made arrangements that satisfied my creditors.
I should have satisfied your father too, only he died."
</P>

<P>
"You paid tuppence ha'penny in the pound."
</P>

<P>
"No, it was five shillings, and my creditors&mdash;sensible men of
business&mdash;were satisfied. Now look here. I owed your father four
hundred and thirty-six pounds, but he didn't rank as an ordinary
creditor, and if I had paid him after my bankruptcy it would have been
just because I felt a respect for him&mdash;not because he had any legal
claim. I <I>meant</I> to pay him&mdash;understand that."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard smiled. Just then a block signal caused the train to slacken
speed. Darkness had fallen, and lights glimmered from some cottages by
the line.
</P>

<P>
"You don't believe me," added Dengate.
</P>

<P>
"I don't."
</P>

<P>
The prosperous man bit his lower lip, and sat gazing at the lamp in the
carriage. The train came to a standstill; there was no sound but the
throbbing of the engine.
</P>

<P>
"Well, listen to me," Dengate resumed. "You're turning out badly, and
any money you get you're pretty sure to make a bad use of. But"&mdash;he
assumed an air of great solemnity&mdash;"all the same&mdash;now listen&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I'm listening."
</P>

<P>
"Just to show you the kind of a man I am, and to make you feel ashamed
of yourself, I'm going to pay you the money."
</P>

<P>
For a few seconds there was unbroken stillness. The men gazed at each
other, Dengate superbly triumphant, Hilliard incredulous but betraying
excitement.
</P>

<P>
"I'm going to pay you four hundred and thirty-six pounds," Dengate
repeated. "No less and no more. It isn't a legal debt, so I shall pay
no interest. But go with me when we get to Birmingham, and you shall
have my cheque for four hundred and thirty-six pounds."
</P>

<P>
The train began to move on. Hilliard had uncrossed his legs, and sat
bending forward, his eyes on vacancy.
</P>

<P>
"Does that alter your opinion of me?" asked the other.
</P>

<P>
"I sha'n't believe it till I have cashed the cheque."
</P>

<P>
"You're one of those young fellows who think so much of themselves
they've no good opinion to spare for anyone else. And what's more, I've
still half a mind to give you a good thrashing before I give you the
cheque. There's just about time, and I shouldn't wonder if it did you
good. You want some of the conceit taken out of you, my lad."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard seemed not to hear this. Again he fixed his eyes on the
other's countenance.
</P>

<P>
"Do you say you are going to pay me four hundred pounds?" he asked
slowly.
</P>

<P>
"Four hundred and thirty-six. You'll go to the devil with it, but
that's no business of mine."
</P>

<P>
"There's just one thing I must tell you. If this is a joke, keep out of
my way after you've played it out, that's all."
</P>

<P>
"It isn't a joke. And one thing I have to tell <I>you</I>. I reserve to
myself the right of thrashing you, if I feel in the humour for it."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard gave a laugh, then threw himself back into the corner, and did
not speak again until the train pulled up at New Street station.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap02"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER II
</H3>

<P>
An hour later he was at Old Square, waiting for the tram to Aston. Huge
steam-driven vehicles came and went, whirling about the open space with
monitory bell-clang. Amid a press of homeward-going workfolk, Hilliard
clambered to a place on the top and lit his pipe. He did not look the
same man who had waited gloomily at Dudley Port; his eyes gleamed with
life; answering a remark addressed to him by a neighbour on the car, he
spoke jovially.
</P>

<P>
No rain was falling, but the streets shone wet and muddy under lurid
lamp-lights. Just above the house-tops appeared the full moon, a
reddish disk, blurred athwart floating vapour. The car drove northward,
speedily passing from the region of main streets and great edifices
into a squalid district of factories and workshops and crowded by-ways.
At Aston Church the young man alighted, and walked rapidly for five
minutes, till he reached a row of small modern houses. Socially they
represented a step or two upwards in the gradation which, at
Birmingham, begins with the numbered court and culminates in the
mansions of Edgbaston.
</P>

<P>
He knocked at a door, and was answered by a girl, who nodded
recognition.
</P>

<P>
"Mrs. Hilliard in? Just tell her I'm here."
</P>

<P>
There was a natural abruptness in his voice, but it had a kindly note,
and a pleasant smile accompanied it. After a brief delay he received
permission to go upstairs, where the door of a sitting-room stood open.
Within was a young woman, slight, pale, and pretty, who showed
something of embarrassment, though her face made him welcome.
</P>

<P>
"I expected you sooner."
</P>

<P>
"Business kept me back. Well, little girl?"
</P>

<P>
The table was spread for tea, and at one end of it, on a high chair,
sat a child of four years old. Hilliard kissed her, and stroked her
curly hair, and talked with playful affection. This little girl was his
niece, the child of his elder brother, who had died three years ago.
The poorly furnished room and her own attire proved that Mrs. Hilliard
had but narrow resources in her widowhood. Nor did she appear a woman
of much courage; tears had thinned her cheeks, and her delicate hands
had suffered noticeably from unwonted household work.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard remarked something unusual in her behaviour this evening. She
was restless, and kept regarding him askance, as if in apprehension. A
letter from her, in which she merely said she wished to speak to him,
had summoned him hither from Dudley. As a rule, they saw each other but
once a month.
</P>

<P>
"No bad news, I hope!" he remarked aside to her, as he took his place
at the table.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, no. I'll tell you afterwards."
</P>

<P>
Very soon after the meal Mrs. Hilliard took the child away and put her
to bed. During her absence the visitor sat brooding, a peculiar
half-smile on his face. She came back, drew a chair up to the fire, but
did not sit down.
</P>

<P>
"Well, what is it?" asked her brother-in-law, much as he might have
spoken to the little girl.
</P>

<P>
"I have something very serious to talk about, Maurice."
</P>

<P>
"Have you? All right; go ahead."
</P>

<P>
"I&mdash;I am so very much afraid I shall offend you."
</P>

<P>
The young man laughed.
</P>

<P>
"Not very likely. I can take a good deal from you."
</P>

<P>
She stood with her hands on the back of the chair, and as he looked at
her, Hilliard saw her pale cheeks grow warm.
</P>

<P>
"It'll seem very strange to you, Maurice."
</P>

<P>
"Nothing will seem strange after an adventure I've had this afternoon.
You shall hear about it presently."
</P>

<P>
"Tell me your story first."
</P>

<P>
"That's like a woman. All right, I'll tell you. I met that scoundrel
Dengate, and&mdash;he's paid me the money he owed my father."
</P>

<P>
"He has <I>paid</I> it? Oh! really?"
</P>

<P>
"See, here's a cheque, and I think it likely I can turn it into cash.
The blackguard has been doing well at Liverpool. I'm not quite sure
that I understand the reptile, but he seems to have given me this
because I abused him. I hurt his vanity, and he couldn't resist the
temptation to astonish me. He thinks I shall go about proclaiming him a
noble fellow. Four hundred and thirty-six pounds; there it is."
</P>

<P>
He tossed the piece of paper into the air with boyish glee, and only
just caught it as it was fluttering into the fire.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, be careful!" cried Mrs. Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"I told him he was a scoundrel, and he began by threatening to thrash
me. I'm very glad he didn't try. It was in the train, and I know very
well I should have strangled him. It would have been awkward, you know."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, Maurice, how <I>can</I> you&mdash;&mdash;?"
</P>

<P>
"Well, here's the money; and half of it is yours."
</P>

<P>
"Mine? Oh, no! After all you have given me. Besides, I sha'n't want it."
</P>

<P>
"How's that?"
</P>

<P>
Their eyes mete Hilliard again saw the flush in her cheeks, and began
to guess its explanation. He looked puzzled, interested.
</P>

<P>
"Do I know him?" was his next inquiry.
</P>

<P>
"Should you think it very wrong of me?" She moved aside from the line
of his gaze. "I couldn't imagine how you would take it."
</P>

<P>
"It all depends. Who is the man?"
</P>

<P>
Still shrinking towards a position where Hilliard could not easily
observe her, the young widow told her story. She had consented to marry
a man of whom her brother-in-law knew little but the name, one Ezra
Marr; he was turned forty, a widower without children, and belonged to
a class of small employers of labour known in Birmingham as "little
masters." The contrast between such a man and Maurice Hilliard's
brother was sufficiently pronounced; but the widow nervously did her
best to show Ezra Marr in a favourable light.
</P>

<P>
"And then," she added after a pause, while Hilliard was reflecting, "I
couldn't go on being a burden on you. How very few men would have done
what you have&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Stop a minute. Is <I>that</I> the real reason? If so&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Hurriedly she interposed.
</P>

<P>
"That was only one of the reasons&mdash;only one."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard knew very well that her marriage had not been entirely
successful; it seemed to him very probable that with a husband of the
artisan class, a vigorous and go-ahead fellow, she would be better
mated than in the former instance. He felt sorry for his little niece,
but there again sentiment doubtless conflicted with common-sense. A few
more questions, and it became clear to him that he had no ground of
resistance.
</P>

<P>
"Very well. Most likely you are doing a wise thing. And half this money
is yours; you'll find it useful."
</P>

<P>
The discussion of this point was interrupted by a tap at the door. Mrs.
Hilliard, after leaving the room for a moment, returned with rosy
countenance.
</P>

<P>
"He is here," she murmured. "I thought I should like you to meet him
this evening. Do you mind?"
</P>

<P>
Mr. Marr entered; a favourable specimen of his kind; strong, comely,
frank of look and speech. Hilliard marvelled somewhat at his choice of
the frail and timid little widow, and hoped upon marriage would follow
no repentance. A friendly conversation between the two men confirmed
them in mutual good opinion. At length Mrs. Hilliard spoke of the offer
of money made by her brother-in-law.
</P>

<P>
"I don't feel I've any right to it," she said, after explaining the
circumstances. "You know what Maurice has done for me. I've always felt
I was robbing him&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I wanted to say something about that," put in the bass-voiced Ezra. "I
want to tell you, Mr. Hilliard, that you're a man I'm proud to know,
and proud to shake hands with. And if my view goes for anything, Emily
won't take a penny of what you're offering her. I should think it wrong
and mean. It is about time&mdash;that's my way of thinking&mdash;that you looked
after your own interests. Emily has no claim to a share in this money,
and what's more, I don't wish her to take it."
</P>

<P>
"Very well," said Hilliard. "I tell you what we'll do. A couple of
hundred pounds shall be put aside for the little girl. You can't make
any objection to that."
</P>

<P>
The mother glanced doubtfully at her future husband, but Marr again
spoke with emphasis.
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I do object. If you don't mind me saying it, I'm quite able to
look after the little girl; and the fact is, I want her to grow up
looking to me as her father, and getting all she has from me only. Of
course, I mean nothing but what's friendly: but there it is; I'd rather
Winnie didn't have the money."
</P>

<P>
This man was in the habit of speaking his mind; Hilliard understood
that any insistence would only disturb the harmony of the occasion. He
waved a hand, smiled good-naturedly, and said no more.
</P>

<P>
About nine o'clock he left the house and walked to Aston Church. While
he stood there, waiting for the tram, a voice fell upon his ear that
caused him to look round. Crouched by the entrance to the churchyard
was a beggar in filthy rags, his face hideously bandaged, before him on
the pavement a little heap of matchboxes; this creature kept uttering a
meaningless sing-song, either idiot jabber, or calculated to excite
attention and pity; it sounded something like "A-pah-pahky; pah-pahky;
pah"; repeated a score of times, and resumed after a pause. Hilliard
gazed and listened, then placed a copper in the wretch's extended palm,
and turned away muttering, "What a cursed world!"
</P>

<P>
He was again on the tram-car before he observed that the full moon,
risen into a sky now clear of grosser vapours, gleamed brilliant silver
above the mean lights of earth. And round about it, in so vast a
circumference that it was only detected by the wandering eye, spread a
softly radiant halo. This vision did not long occupy his thoughts, but
at intervals he again looked upward, to dream for a moment on the
silvery splendour and on that wide halo dim-glimmering athwart the
track of stars.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap03"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER III
</H3>

<P>
Instead of making for the railway station, to take a train back to
Dudley, he crossed from the northern to the southern extremity of the
town, and by ten o'clock was in one of the streets which lead out of
Moseley Road. Here, at a house such as lodges young men in business, he
made inquiry for "Mr. Narramore," and was forthwith admitted.
</P>

<P>
Robert Narramore, a long-stemmed pipe at his lips, sat by the fireside;
on the table lay the materials of a satisfactory supper&mdash;a cold fowl, a
ham, a Stilton cheese, and a bottle of wine.
</P>

<P>
"Hollo! You?" he exclaimed, without rising. "I was going to write to
you; thanks for saving me the trouble. Have something to eat?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, and to drink likewise."
</P>

<P>
"Do you mind ringing the bell? I believe there's a bottle of Burgundy
left. If not, plenty of Bass."
</P>

<P>
He stretched forth a languid hand, smiling amiably. Narramore was the
image of luxurious indolence; he had pleasant features, dark hair
inclined to curliness, a well-built frame set off by good tailoring.
His income from the commercial house in which he held a post of
responsibility would have permitted him to occupy better quarters than
these; but here he had lived for ten years, and he preferred a few
inconveniences to the trouble of moving. Trouble of any kind was
Robert's bugbear. His progress up the commercial ladder seemed due
rather to the luck which favours amiable and good-looking young fellows
than to any special ability or effort of his own. The very sound of his
voice had a drowsiness which soothed&mdash;if it did not irritate&mdash;the
listener.
</P>

<P>
"Tell them to lay out the truckle-bed," said Hilliard, when he had
pulled the bell. "I shall stay here to-night."
</P>

<P>
"Good!"
</P>

<P>
Their talk was merely interjectional, until the visitor had begun to
appease his hunger and had drawn the cork of a second bottle of bitter
ale.
</P>

<P>
"This is a great day," Hilliard then exclaimed. "I left Dudley this
afternoon feeling ready to cut my throat. Now I'm a free man, with the
world before me."
</P>

<P>
"How's that?"
</P>

<P>
"Emily's going to take a second husband&mdash;that's one thing."
</P>

<P>
"Heaven be praised! Better than one could have looked for."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard related the circumstances. Then he drew from his pocket an
oblong slip of paper, and held it out.
</P>

<P>
"Dengate?" cried his friend. "How the deuce did you get hold of this?"
</P>

<P>
Explanation followed. They debated Dengate's character and motives.
</P>

<P>
"I can understand it," said Narramore. "When I was a boy of twelve I
once cheated an apple-woman out of three-halfpence. At the age of
sixteen I encountered the old woman again, and felt immense
satisfaction in giving her a shilling. But then, you see, I had done
with petty cheating; I wished to clear my conscience, and look my
fellow-woman in the face."
</P>

<P>
"That's it, no doubt. He seems to have got some sort of position in
Liverpool society, and he didn't like the thought that there was a poor
devil at Dudley who went about calling him a scoundrel. By-the-bye,
someone told him that I had taken to liquor, and was on my way to
destruction generally. I don't know who it could be."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, we all have candid friends that talk about us.
</P>

<P>
"It's true I have been drunk now and then of late. There's much to be
said for getting drunk."
</P>

<P>
"Much," assented Narramore, philosophically.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard went on with his supper; his friend puffed tobacco, and idly
regarded the cheque he was still holding.
</P>

<P>
"And what are you going to do?" he asked at length.
</P>

<P>
There came no reply, and several minutes passed in silence. Then
Hilliard rose from the table, paced the floor once or twice, selected a
cigar from a box that caught his eye, and, in cutting off the end,
observed quietly&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"I'm going to live."
</P>

<P>
"Wait a minute. We'll have the table cleared, and a kettle on the fire."
</P>

<P>
While the servant was busy, Hilliard stood with an elbow on the
mantelpiece, thoughtfully smoking his cigar. At Narramore's request, he
mixed two tumblers of whisky toddy, then took a draught from his own,
and returned to his former position.
</P>

<P>
"Can't you sit down?" said Narramore.
</P>

<P>
"No, I can't."
</P>

<P>
"What a fellow you are! With nerves like yours, I should have been in
my grave years ago. You're going to live, eh?"
</P>

<P>
"Going to be a machine no longer. Can I call myself a man? There's
precious little difference between a fellow like me and the damned
grinding mechanism that I spend my days in drawing&mdash;that roars all day
in my ears and deafens me. I'll put an end to that. Here's four hundred
pounds. It shall mean four hundred pounds'-worth of life. While this
money lasts, I'll feel that I'm a human being."
</P>

<P>
"Something to be said for that," commented the listener, in his tone of
drowsy impartiality.
</P>

<P>
"I offered Emily half of it. She didn't want to take it, and the man
Marr wouldn't let her. I offered to lay it aside for the child, but
Marr wouldn't have that either, It's fairly mine."
</P>

<P>
"Undoubtedly."
</P>

<P>
"Think! The first time in my life that I've had money on which no one
else had a claim. When the poor old father died, Will and I had to go
shares in keeping up the home. Our sister couldn't earn anything; she
had her work set in attending to her mother. When mother died, and
Marian married, it looked as if I had only myself to look after: then
came Will's death, and half my income went to keep his wife and child
from the workhouse. You know very well I've never grudged it. It's my
faith that we do what we do because anything else would be less
agreeable. It was more to my liking to live on a pound a week than to
see Emily and the little lass suffer want. I've no right to any thanks
or praise for it. But the change has come none too soon. There'd have
been a paragraph in the Dudley paper some rainy morning."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I was rather afraid of that," said Narramore musingly.
</P>

<P>
He let a minute elapse, whilst his friend paced the room; then added in
the same voice:
</P>

<P>
"We're in luck at the same tune. My uncle Sol was found dead this
morning."
</P>

<P>
"Do you come in for much?"
</P>

<P>
"We don't know what he's left, but I'm down for a substantial fraction
in a will he made three years ago. Nobody knew it, but he's been stark
mad for the last six months. He took a bed-room out Bordesley way, in a
false name, and stored it with a ton or two of tinned meats and
vegetables. There the landlady found him lying dead this morning; she
learnt who he was from the papers in his pocket. It's come out that he
had made friends with some old boozer of that neighbourhood; he told
him that England was on the point of a grand financial smash, and that
half the population would die of hunger. To secure himself, he began to
lay in the stock of tinned provisions. One can't help laughing, poor
old chap! That's the result, you see, of a life spent in sweating for
money. As a young man he had hard times, and when his invention
succeeded, it put him off balance a bit. I've often thought he had a
crazy look in his eye. He may have thrown away a lot of his money in
mad tricks: who knows?"
</P>

<P>
"That's the end the human race will come to," said Hilliard. "It'll be
driven mad and killed off by machinery. Before long there'll be
machines for washing and dressing people&mdash;machines for feeding
them&mdash;machines for&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
His wrathful imagination led him to grotesque ideas which ended in
laughter.
</P>

<P>
"Well, I have a year or two before me. I'll know what enjoyment means.
And afterwards&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Yes; what afterwards?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't know. I may choose to come back; I may prefer to make an end.
Impossible to foresee my state of mind after living humanly for a year
or two. And what shall <I>you</I> do if you come in for a lot of money?"
</P>

<P>
"It's not likely to be more than a few thousands," replied Narramore.
"And the chances are I shall go on in the old way. What's the good of a
few thousands? I haven't the energy to go off and enjoy myself in your
fashion. One of these days I may think of getting married, and
marriage, you know, is devilish expensive. I should like to have three
or four thousand a year; you can't start housekeeping on less, if
you're not to be bored to death with worries. Perhaps I may get a
partnership in our house. I began life in the brass bedstead line, and
I may as well stick to brass bedsteads to the end the demand isn't
likely to fall off. Please fill my glass again."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard, the while, had tossed off his second tumbler. He began to
talk at random.
</P>

<P>
"I shall go to London first of all. I may go abroad. Reckon a pound a
day. Three hundred and&mdash;how many days are there in a year? Three
hundred and sixty-five. That doesn't allow me two years. I want two
years of life. Half a sovereign a day, then. One can do a good deal
with half a sovereign a day&mdash;don't you think?"
</P>

<P>
"Not very much, if you're particular about your wine."
</P>

<P>
"Wine doesn't matter. Honest ale and Scotch whisky will serve well
enough. Understand me; I'm not going in for debauchery, and I'm not
going to play the third-rate swell. There's no enjoyment in making a
beast of oneself, and none for me in strutting about the streets like
an animated figure out of a tailor's window. I want to know the taste
of free life, human life. I want to forget that I ever sat at a desk,
drawing to scale&mdash;drawing damned machines. I want to&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He checked himself. Narramore looked at him with curiosity.
</P>

<P>
"It's a queer thing to me, Hilliard," he remarked, when his friend
turned away, "that you've kept so clear of women. Now, anyone would
think you were just the fellow to get hobbled in that way."
</P>

<P>
"I daresay," muttered the other. "Yes, it <I>is</I> a queer thing. I have
been saved, I suppose, by the necessity of supporting my relatives.
I've seen so much of women suffering from poverty that it has got me
into the habit of thinking of them as nothing but burdens to a man."
</P>

<P>
"As they nearly always are."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, nearly always."
</P>

<P>
Narramore pondered with his amiable smile; the other, after a moment's
gloom, shook himself free again, and talked with growing exhilaration
of the new life that had dawned before him.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap04"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER IV
</H3>

<P>
Hilliard's lodgings&mdash;they were represented by a single room&mdash;commanded
a prospect which, to him a weariness and a disgust, would have seemed
impressive enough to eyes beholding it for the first time. On the
afternoon of his last day at Dudley he stood by the window and looked
forth, congratulating himself, with a fierceness of emotion which
defied misgiving, that he would gaze no more on this scene of his
servitude.
</P>

<P>
The house was one of a row situated on a terrace, above a muddy
declivity marked with footpaths. It looked over a wide expanse of waste
ground, covered in places with coarse herbage, but for the most part
undulating in bare tracts of slag and cinder. Opposite, some quarter of
a mile away, rose a lofty dome-shaped hill, tree-clad from base to
summit, and rearing above the bare branches of its topmost trees the
ruined keep of Dudley Castle. Along the foot of this hill ran the
highway which descends from Dudley town&mdash;hidden by rising ground on the
left&mdash;to the low-lying railway-station; there, beyond, the eye
traversed a great plain, its limit the blending of earth and sky in
lurid cloud. A ray of yellow sunset touched the height and its crowning
ruin; at the zenith shone a space of pure pale blue save for these
points of relief the picture was colourless and uniformly sombre. Far
and near, innumerable chimneys sent forth fumes of various density
broad-flung jets of steam, coldly white against the murky distance; wan
smoke from lime-kilns, wafted in long trails; reek of solid blackness
from pits and forges, voluming aloft and far-floated by the sluggish
wind.
</P>

<P>
Born at Birmingham, the son of a teacher of drawing, Maurice Hilliard
had spent most of his life in the Midland capital; to its grammar
school he owed an education just sufficiently prolonged to unfit him
for the tasks of an underling, yet not thorough enough to qualify him
for professional life. In boyhood he aspired to the career of an
artist, but his father, himself the wreck of a would-be painter, rudely
discouraged this ambition; by way of compromise between the
money-earning craft and the beggarly art, he became a
mechanical-draughtsman. Of late years he had developed a strong taste
for the study of architecture; much of his leisure was given to this
subject, and what money he could spare went in the purchase of books
and prints which helped him to extend his architectural knowledge. In
moods of hope, he had asked himself whether it might not be possible to
escape from bondage to the gods of iron, and earn a living in an
architect's office. That desire was now forgotten in his passionate
resolve to enjoy liberty without regard for the future.
</P>

<P>
All his possessions, save the articles of clothing which he would carry
with him, were packed in a couple of trunks, to be sent on the morrow
to Birmingham, where they would lie in the care of his friend
Narramore. Kinsfolk he had none whom he cared to remember, except his
sister; she lived at Wolverhampton, a wife and mother, in narrow but
not oppressive circumstances, and Hilliard had taken leave of her in a
short visit some days ago. He would not wait for the wedding of his
sister-in-law enough that she was provided for, and that his conscience
would always be at ease on her account.
</P>

<P>
For he was troubled with a conscience&mdash;even with one unusually
poignant. An anecdote from his twentieth year depicts this feature of
the man. He and Narramore were walking one night in a very poor part of
Birmingham, and for some reason they chanced to pause by a
shop-window&mdash;a small window, lighted with one gas-jet, and laid out
with a miserable handful of paltry wares; the shop, however, was newly
opened, and showed a pathetic attempt at cleanliness and neatness. The
friends asked each other how it could possibly benefit anyone to embark
in such a business as that, and laughed over the display. While he was
laughing, Hilliard became aware of a woman in the doorway, evidently
the shopkeeper; she had heard their remarks and looked distressed.
Infinitely keener was the pang which Maurice experienced; he could not
forgive himself, kept exclaiming how brutally he had behaved, and sank
into gloominess. Not very long after, he took Narramore to walk in the
same direction; they came again to the little shop, and Hilliard
surprised his companion with a triumphant shout. The window was now
laid out in a much more promising way, with goods of modest value. "You
remember?" said the young man. "I couldn't rest till I had sent her
something. She'll wonder to the end of her life who the money came
from. But she's made use of it, poor creature, and it'll bring her
luck."
</P>

<P>
Only the hopeless suppression of natural desires, the conflict through
years of ardent youth with sordid circumstances, could have brought him
to the pass he had now reached&mdash;one of desperation centred in self.
Every suggestion of native suavity and prudence was swept away in
tumultuous revolt. Another twelvemonth of his slavery and he would have
yielded to brutalising influences which rarely relax their hold upon a
man. To-day he was prompted by the instinct of flight from peril
threatening all that was worthy in him.
</P>

<P>
Just as the last glimmer of daylight vanished from his room there
sounded a knock at the door.
</P>

<P>
"Your tea's ready, Mr. Hilliard," called a woman's voice.
</P>

<P>
He took his meals downstairs in the landlady's parlour. Appetite at
present lie had none, but the pretence of eating was a way of passing
the time; so he descended and sat down at the prepared table.
</P>

<P>
His wandering eyes fell on one of the ornaments of the room&mdash;Mrs.
Brewer's album. On first coming to live in the house, two years ago, he
had examined this collection of domestic portraits, and subsequently,
from time to time, had taken up the album to look at one photograph
which interested him. Among an assemblage of types excelling in
ugliness of feature and hideousness of costume&mdash;types of toil-worn age,
of ungainly middle life, and of youth lacking every grace, such as are
exhibited in the albums of the poor&mdash;there was discoverable one female
portrait in which, the longer he gazed at it, Hilliard found an
ever-increasing suggestiveness of those qualities he desired in woman.
Unclasping the volume, he opened immediately at this familiar face. A
month or two had elapsed since he last regarded it, and the countenance
took possession of him with the same force as ever.
</P>

<P>
It was that of a young woman probably past her twentieth year. Unlike
her neighbours in the album, she had not bedizened herself before
sitting to be portrayed. The abundant hair was parted simply and
smoothly from her forehead and tightly plaited behind; she wore a linen
collar, and, so far as could be judged from the portion included in the
picture, a homely cloth gown. Her features were comely and intelligent,
and exhibited a gentleness, almost a meekness of expression which was
as far as possible from seeming affected. Whether she smiled or looked
sad Hilliard had striven vainly to determine. Her lips appeared to
smile, but in so slight a degree that perchance it was merely an effect
of natural line; whereas, if the mouth were concealed, a profound
melancholy at once ruled the visage.
</P>

<P>
Who she was Hilliard had no idea. More than once he had been on the
point of asking his landlady, but characteristic delicacies restrained
him: he feared Mrs. Brewer's mental comment, and dreaded the possible
disclosure that he had admired a housemaid or someone of yet lower
condition. Nor could he trust his judgment of the face: perhaps it
shone only by contrast with so much ugliness on either side of it;
perhaps, in the starved condition of his senses, he was ready to find
perfection in any female countenance not frankly repulsive.
</P>

<P>
Yet, no; it was a beautiful face. Beautiful, at all events, in the
sense of being deeply interesting, in the strength of its appeal to his
emotions. Another man might pass it slightingly; to him it spoke as no
other face had ever spoken. It awakened in him a consciousness of
profound sympathy.
</P>

<P>
While he still sat at table his landlady came in. She was a worthy
woman of her class, not given to vulgar gossip. Her purpose in entering
the room at this moment was to ask Hilliard whether he had a likeness
of himself which he could spare her, as a memento.
</P>

<P>
"I'm sorry I don't possess such a thing," he answered, laughing,
surprised that the woman should care enough about him to make the
request. "But, talking of photographs, would you tell me who this is?"
</P>

<P>
The album lay beside him, and a feeling of embarrassment, as he saw
Mrs. Brewer's look rest upon it, impelled him to the decisive question.
</P>

<P>
"That? Oh! that's a friend of my daughter Martha's&mdash;Eve Madeley. I'm
sure I don't wonder at you noticing her. But it doesn't do her justice;
she's better looking than that. It was took better than two years
ago&mdash;why, just before you came to me, Mr. Hilliard. She was going
away&mdash;to London."
</P>

<P>
"Eve Madeley." He repeated the name to himself, and liked it.
</P>

<P>
"She's had a deal of trouble, poor thing," pursued the landlady. "We
was sorry to lose sight of her, but glad, I'm sure, that she went away
to do better for herself. She hasn't been home since then, and we don't
hear of her coming, and I'm sure nobody can be surprised. But our
Martha heard from her not so long ago&mdash;why, it was about
Christmas-time."
</P>

<P>
"Is she"&mdash;he was about to add, "in service?" but could not voice the
words. "She has an engagement in London?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes; she's a bookkeeper, and earns her pound a week. She was always
clever at figures. She got on so well at the school that they wanted
her to be a teacher, but she didn't like it. Then Mr. Reckitt, the
ironmonger, a friend of her father's, got her to help him with his
books and bills of an evening, and when she was seventeen, because his
business was growing and he hadn't much of a head for figures himself,
he took her regular into the shop. And glad she was to give up the
school-teaching, for she could never abear it."
</P>

<P>
"You say she had a lot of trouble?"
</P>

<P>
"Ah, that indeed she had! And all her father's fault. But for him,
foolish man, they might have been a well-to-do family. But he's had to
suffer for it himself, too. He lives up here on the hill, in a poor
cottage, and takes wages as a timekeeper at Robinson's when he ought to
have been paying men of his own. The drink&mdash;that's what it was. When
our Martha first knew them they were living at Walsall, and if it
hadn't a' been for Eve they'd have had no home at all. Martha got to
know her at the Sunday-school; Eve used to teach a class. That's seven
or eight years ago; she was only a girl of sixteen, but she had the
ways of a grown-up woman, and very lucky it was for them belonging to
her. Often and often they've gone for days with nothing but a dry loaf,
and the father spending all he got at the public."
</P>

<P>
"Was it a large family?" Hilliard inquired.
</P>

<P>
"Well, let me see; at that time there was Eve's two sisters and her
brother. Two other children had died, and the mother was dead, too. I
don't know much about <I>her</I>, but they say she was a very good sort of
woman, and it's likely the eldest girl took after her. A quieter and
modester girl than Eve there never was. Our Martha lived with her aunt
at Walsall&mdash;that's my only sister, and she was bed-rid, poor thing, and
had Martha to look after her. And when she died, and Martha came back
here to us, the Madeley family came here as well, 'cause the father got
some kind of work. But he couldn't keep it, and he went off I don't
know where, and Eve had the children to keep and look after. We used to
do what we could to help her, but it was a cruel life for a poor thing
of her age&mdash;just when she ought to have been enjoying her life, as you
may say."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard's interest waxed.
</P>

<P>
"Then," pursued Mrs. Brewer, "the next sister to Eve, Laura her name
was, went to Birmingham, into a sweetstuff shop, and that was the last
ever seen or heard of her. She wasn't a girl to be depended upon, and I
never thought she'd come to good, and whether she's alive or dead
there's no knowing. Eve took it to heart, that she did. And not six
months after, the other girl had the 'sipelas, and she died, and just
as they was carrying her coffin out of the house, who should come up
but her father! He'd been away for nearly two years, just sending a
little money now and then, and he didn't even know the girl had been
ailing. And when he saw the coffin, it took him so that he fell down
just like a dead man. You wouldn't have thought it, but there's no
knowing what goes on in people's minds. Well, if you'll believe it,
from that day he was so changed we didn't seem to know him. He turned
quite religious, and went regular to chapel, and has done ever since;
and he wouldn't touch a drop of anything, tempt him who might. It was a
case of conversion, if ever there was one.
</P>

<P>
"So there remained only Eve and her brother?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. He was a steady lad, Tom Madeley, and never gave his sister much
trouble. He earns his thirty shillings a week now. Well, and soon after
she saw her father going on all right, Eve left home. I don't wonder at
it; it wasn't to be expected she could forgive him for all the harm and
sorrows he'd caused. She went to Birmingham for a few months, and then
she came back one day to tell us she'd got a place in London. And she
brought that photo to give us to remember her by. But, as I said, it
isn't good enough."
</P>

<P>
"Does she seem to be happier now?"
</P>

<P>
"She hasn't wrote more than once or twice, but she's doing well, and
whatever happens she's not the one to complain. It's a blessing she's
always had her health. No doubt she's made friends in London, but we
haven't heard about them. Martha was hoping she'd have come for
Christmas, but it seems she couldn't get away for long enough from
business. I'd tell you her address, but I don't remember it. I've never
been in London myself. Martha knows it, of course. She might look in
to-night, and if she does I'll ask her."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard allowed this suggestion to pass without remark. He was not
quite sure that he desired to know Miss Madeley's address.
</P>

<P>
But later in the evening, when, after walking for two or three hours
about the cold, dark roads, he came in to have his supper and go to
bed, Mrs. Brewer smilingly offered him a scrap of paper.
</P>

<P>
"There," she said, "that's where she's living. London's a big place,
and you mayn't be anywhere near, but if you happened to walk that way,
we should take it kindly if you'd just leave word that we're always
glad to hear from her, and hope she's well."
</P>

<P>
With a mixture of reluctance and satisfaction the young man took the
paper, glanced at it, and folded it to put in his pocket. Mrs. Brewer
was regarding him, and he felt that his silence must seem ungracious.
</P>

<P>
"I will certainly call and leave your message," he said.
</P>

<P>
Up in his bed-room lie sat for a long time with the paper lying open
before him. And when he slept his rest was troubled with dreams of an
anxious search about the highways and byways of London for that
half-sad, half-smiling face which had so wrought upon his imagination.
</P>

<P>
Long before daylight he awoke at the sound of bells, and hootings, and
whistlings, which summoned the Dudley workfolk to their labour. For the
first time in his life he heard these hideous noises with pleasure:
they told him that the day of his escape had come. Unable to lie still,
he rose at once, and went out into the chill dawn. Thoughts of Eve
Madeley no longer possessed him; a glorious sense of freedom excluded
every recollection of his past life, and he wandered aimlessly with a
song in his heart.
</P>

<P>
At breakfast, the sight of Mrs. Brewer's album tempted him to look once
more at the portrait, but he did not yield.
</P>

<P>
"Shall we ever see you again, I wonder?" asked his landlady, when the
moment arrived for leave-taking.
</P>

<P>
"If I am ever again in Dudley, I shall come here," he answered kindly.
</P>

<P>
But on his way to the station he felt a joyful assurance that fate
would have no power to draw him back again into this circle of fiery
torments.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap05"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER V
</H3>

<P>
Two months later, on a brilliant morning of May, Hilliard again awoke
from troubled dreams, but the sounds about him had no association with
bygone miseries. From the courtyard upon which his window looked there
came a ringing of gay laughter followed by shrill, merry gossip in a
foreign tongue. Somewhere in the neighbourhood a church bell was
pealing. Presently footsteps hurried along the corridor, and an
impatient voice shouted repeatedly, "Alphonse! Alphonse!"
</P>

<P>
He was in Paris; had been there for six weeks, and now awoke with a
sense of loneliness, a desire to be back among his own people.
</P>

<P>
In London he had spent only a fortnight. It was not a time that he
cared to reflect upon. No sooner had he found himself in the
metropolis, alone and free, with a pocketful of money, than a delirium
possessed him. Every resolution notwithstanding, he yielded to London's
grossest lures. All he could remember, was a succession of
extravagances, beneath a sunless sky, with chance companions whose
faces he had forgotten five minutes after parting with them. Sovereign
after sovereign melted out of his hand; the end of the second week
found his capital diminished by some five-and-twenty pounds. In an hour
of physical and moral nausea, he packed his travelling-bag, journeyed
to Newhaven, and as a sort of penance, crossed the Channel by
third-class passage. Arrived in Paris, he felt himself secure, and soon
recovered sanity.
</P>

<P>
Thanks to his studious habits, he was equipped with book-French; now,
both for economy's sake and for his mental advantage, he struggled with
the spoken language, and so far succeeded as to lodge very cheaply in a
rather disreputable hotel, and to eat at restaurants where dinner of
several courses cost two francs and a half. His life was
irreproachable; he studied the Paris of art and history. But perforce
he remained companionless, and solitude had begun to weigh upon him.
</P>

<P>
This morning, whilst he sat over his bowl of coffee and <I>petit pain</I>, a
certain recollection haunted him persistently. Yesterday, in turning
out his pockets, he had come upon a scrap of paper, whereon was written:
</P>

<P>
"93, Belmont Street, Chalk Farm Road, London, N.W."
</P>

<P>
This formula it was which now kept running through his mind, like a
refrain which will not be dismissed.
</P>

<P>
He reproached himself for neglect of his promise to Mrs. Brewer. More
than that, he charged himself with foolish disregard of a possibility
which might have boundless significance for him. Here, it seemed, was
sufficient motive for a return to London. The alternative was to wander
on, and see more of foreign countries; a tempting suggestion, but
marred by the prospect of loneliness. He would go back among his own
people and make friends. Without comradeship, liberty had little savour.
</P>

<P>
Still travelling with as small expense as might be, he reached London
in the forenoon, left his luggage at Victoria Station, and, after a
meal, betook himself in the northerly direction. It was a rainy and
uncomfortable day, but this did not much affect his spirits; he felt
like a man new risen from illness, seemed to have cast off something
that had threatened his very existence, and marvelled at the state of
mind in which it had been possible for him to inhabit London without
turning his steps towards the address of Eve Madeley.
</P>

<P>
He discovered Belmont Street. It consisted of humble houses, and was
dreary enough to look upon. As he sought for No. 93, a sudden
nervousness attacked him; he became conscious all at once of the
strangeness of his position. At this hour it was unlikely that Eve
would be at home an inquiry at the house and the leaving of a verbal
message would discharge his obligation; but he proposed more than that.
It was his resolve to see Eve herself, to behold the face which, in a
picture, had grown so familiar to him. Yet till this moment he had
overlooked the difficulties of the enterprise. Could he, on the
strength of an acquaintance with Mrs. Brewer, claim the friendly
regards of this girl who had never heard his name? If he saw her once,
on what pretext could he seek for a second meeting?
</P>

<P>
Possibly he would not desire it. Eve in her own person might disenchant
him.
</P>

<P>
Meanwhile he had discovered the house, and without further debate he
knocked. The door was opened by a woman of ordinary type, slatternly,
and with suspicious eye.
</P>

<P>
"Miss Madeley <I>did</I> live here," she said, "but she's been gone a month
or more."
</P>

<P>
"Can you tell me where she is living now?"
</P>

<P>
After a searching look the woman replied that she could not. In the
manner of her kind, she was anxious to dismiss the inquirer and get the
door shut. Gravely disappointed, Hilliard felt unable to turn away
without a further question.
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps you know where she is, or was, employed?"
</P>

<P>
But no information whatever was forthcoming. It very rarely is under
such circumstances, for a London landlady, compounded in general of
craft and caution, tends naturally to reticence on the score of her
former lodgers. If she has parted with them on amicable terms, her
instinct is to shield them against the menace presumed in every
inquiry; if her mood is one of ill-will, she refuses information lest
the departed should reap advantage. And then, in the great majority of
cases she has really no information to give.
</P>

<P>
The door closed with that severity of exclusion in which London doors
excel, and Hilliard turned despondently away. He was just consoling
himself with the thought that Eve would probably, before long,
communicate her new address to the friends at Dudley, and by that means
he might hear of it, when a dirty-faced little girl, who had stood
within earshot while he was talking, and who had followed him to the
end of the street, approached him with an abrupt inquiry.
</P>

<P>
"Was you asking for Miss Madeley, Sir?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I was; do you know anything of her?"
</P>

<P>
"My mother did washing for her, and when she moved I had to take some
things of hers to the new address."
</P>

<P>
"Then you remember it?"
</P>

<P>
"It's a goodish way from 'ere, Sir. Shall I go with you?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard understood. Like the good Samaritan of old, he took out
twopence. The face of the dirty little girl brightened wonderfully.
</P>

<P>
"Tell me the address; that will be enough."
</P>

<P>
"Do you know Gower Place, Sir?"
</P>

<P>
"Somewhere near Gower Street, I suppose?"
</P>

<P>
His supposition was confirmed, and he learnt the number of the house to
which Miss Madeley had transferred herself. In that direction he at
once bent his steps.
</P>

<P>
Gower Place is in the close neighbourhood of Euston Road; Hilliard
remembered that he had passed the end of it on his first arrival in
London, when he set forth from Euston Station to look for a lodging. It
was a mere chance that he had not turned into this very street, instead
of going further. Several windows displayed lodging-cards. On the
whole, it looked a better locality than Belmont Street. Eve's removal
hither might signify an improvement of circumstances.
</P>

<P>
The house which he sought had a clean doorstep and unusually bright
windows. His knock was answered quickly, and by a young, sprightly
woman, who smiled upon him.
</P>

<P>
"I believe Miss Madeley lives here?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, she does."
</P>

<P>
"She is not at home just now?"
</P>

<P>
"No. She went out after breakfast, and I'm sure I can't say when she'll
be back."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard felt a slight wonder at this uncertainty. The young woman,
observing his expression, added with vivacious friendliness:
</P>

<P>
"Do you want to see her on business?"
</P>

<P>
"No; a private matter."
</P>

<P>
This occasioned a smirk.
</P>

<P>
"Well, she hasn't any regular hours at present. Sometimes she comes to
dinner, sometimes she doesn't. Sometimes she comes to tea, but just as
often she isn't 'ome till late. P'r'aps you'd like to leave your name?"
</P>

<P>
"I think I'll call again."
</P>

<P>
"Did you expect to find her at 'ome now?" asked the young woman, whose
curiosity grew more eager as she watched Hilliard's countenance.
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps," he replied, neglecting the question, "I should find her here
to-morrow morning?"
</P>

<P>
"Well, I can say as someone's going to call, you know."
</P>

<P>
"Please do so."
</P>

<P>
Therewith he turned away, anxious to escape a volley of interrogation
for which the landlady's tongue was primed.
</P>

<P>
He walked into Gower Street, and pondered the awkward interview that
now lay before him. On his calling to-morrow, Miss Madeley would
doubtless come to speak with him at the door; even supposing she had a
parlour at her disposal, she was not likely to invite a perfect
stranger into the house. How could he make her acquaintance on the
doorstep? To be sure, he brought a message, but this commission had
been so long delayed that he felt some shame about discharging it. In
any case, his delivery of the message would sound odd; there would be
embarrassment on both sides.
</P>

<P>
Why was Eve so uncertain in her comings and goings? Necessity of
business, perhaps. Yet he had expected quite the opposite state of
things. From Mrs. Brewer's description of the girl's character, he had
imagined her leading a life of clockwork regularity. The point was very
trivial, but it somehow caused a disturbance of his thoughts, which
tended to misgiving.
</P>

<P>
In the meantime he had to find quarters for himself. Why not seek them
in Gower Place?
</P>

<P>
After ten minutes' sauntering, he retraced his steps, and walked down
the side of the street opposite to that on which Eve's lodgings were
situated. Nearly over against that particular house was a window with a
card. Carelessly he approached the door, and carelessly asked to see
the rooms that were to let. They were comfortless, but would suit his
purpose for a time. He engaged a sitting-room on the ground-floor, and
a bed-room above, and went to fetch his luggage from Victoria Station.
</P>

<P>
On the steamer last night he had not slept, and now that he was once
more housed, an overpowering fatigue constrained him to lie down and
close his eyes. Almost immediately lie fell into oblivion, and lay
sleeping on the cranky sofa, until the entrance of a girl with
tea-things awakened him.
</P>

<P>
From his parlour window he could very well observe the houses opposite
without fear of drawing attention from any one on that side; and so it
happened that, without deliberate purpose of espial, he watched the
door of Eve Madeley's residence for a long time; till, in fact, he grew
weary of the occupation. No one had entered; no one had come forth. At
half-past seven he took his hat and left the house.
</P>

<P>
Scarcely had he closed the door behind him when he became aware that a
lightly tripping and rather showily dressed girl, who was coming down
the other side of the way, had turned off the pavement and was plying
the knocker at the house which interested him. He gazed eagerly.
Impossible that a young person of that garb and deportment should be
Eve Madeley. Her face was hidden from him, and at this distance he
could not have recognised the features, even presuming that his
familiarity with the portrait, taken more than two years ago, would
enable him to identify Eve when he saw her. The door opened; the girl
was admitted. Afraid of being noticed, he walked on.
</P>

<P>
The distance to the head of the street was not more than thirty yards;
there lay Gower Street, on the right hand the Metropolitan station, to
the left a long perspective southwards. Delaying in doubt as to his
course, Hilliard glanced back. From the house which attracted his eyes
he saw come forth the girl who had recently entered, and close
following her another young woman. They began to walk sharply towards
where he stood.
</P>

<P>
He did not stir, and the couple drew so near that he could observe
their faces. In the second girl he recognised&mdash;or believed that he
recognised&mdash;Eve Madeley.
</P>

<P>
She wore a costume in decidedly better taste than her companion's; for
all that, her appearance struck him as quite unlike that he would have
expected Eve Madeley to present. He had thought of her as very plainly,
perhaps poorly, clad; but this attire was ornate, and looked rather
expensive; it might be in the mode of the new season. In figure, she
was altogether a more imposing young woman than he had pictured to
himself. His pulses were sensibly quickened as he looked at her.
</P>

<P>
The examination was of necessity hurried. Walking at a sharp pace, they
rapidly came close to where he stood. He drew aside to let them pass,
and at that moment caught a few words of their conversation.
</P>

<P>
"I told you we should be late," exclaimed the unknown girl, in friendly
remonstrance.
</P>

<P>
"What does it matter?" replied Eve&mdash;if Eve it were. "I hate standing at
the doors. We shall find seats somewhere."
</P>

<P>
Her gay, careless tones astonished the listener. Involuntarily he began
to follow; but at the edge of the pavement in Gower Street they
stopped, and by advancing another step or two he distinctly overheard
the continuation of their talk.
</P>

<P>
"The 'bus will take a long time."
</P>

<P>
"Bother the 'bus!" This was Eve Madeley again&mdash;if Eve it could really
be. "We'll have a cab. Look, there's a crawler in Euston Road. I've
stopped him!"
</P>

<P>
"I say, Eve, you <I>are</I> going it!"
</P>

<P>
This exclamation from the other girl was the last sentence that fell on
Hilliard's ear. They both tripped off towards the cab which Eve's
gesture had summoned. He saw them jump in and drive away.
</P>

<P>
"I say, Eve, you <I>are</I> going it!" Why, there his doubt was settled; the
name confirmed him in his identification. But he stood motionless with
astonishment.
</P>

<P>
They were going to a theatre, of course. And Eve spoke as if money were
of no consequence to her. She had the look, the tones, of one bent on
enjoying herself, of one who habitually pursued pleasure, and that in
its most urban forms.
</P>

<P>
Her companion had a voice of thinner quality, of higher note, which
proclaimed a subordinate character. It sounded, moreover, with the
London accent, while Eve's struck a more familiar note to the man of
the Midlands. Eve seemed to be the elder of the two; it could not be
thought for a moment that her will was guided by that of the more
trivial girl.
</P>

<P>
Eve Madeley&mdash;the meek, the melancholy, the long-suffering, the
pious&mdash;what did it all mean?
</P>

<P>
Utterly bewildered, the young man walked on without thought of
direction, and rambled dreamily about the streets for an hour or two.
He could not make up his mind whether or not to fulfil the promise of
calling to see Miss Madeley to-morrow morning. At one moment he
regretted having taken lodgings in Gower Place; at another he
determined to make use of his advantage, and play the spy upon Eve's
movements without scruple. The interest she had hitherto excited in him
was faint indeed compared with emotions such as this first glimpse of
her had kindled and fanned. A sense of peril warned him to hold aloof;
tumult of his senses rendered the warning useless.
</P>

<P>
At eleven o'clock he was sitting by his bedroom window, in darkness,
watching the house across the way.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap06"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER VI
</H3>

<P>
It was just upon midnight when Eve returned. She came at a quick walk,
and alone; the light of the street-lamps showed her figure distinctly
enough to leave the watcher in no doubt. A latchkey admitted her to the
house. Presently there appeared a light at an upper window, and a
shadow kept moving across the blind. When the light was extinguished
Hilliard went to bed, but that night he slept little.
</P>

<P>
The next morning passed in restless debate with himself. He did not
cross the way to call upon Eve: the thought of speaking with her on the
doorstep of a lodging-house proved intolerable. All day long he kept
his post of observation. Other persons he saw leave and enter the
house, but Miss Madeley did not come forth. That he could have missed
her seemed impossible, for even while eating his meals he remained by
the window. Perchance she had left home very early in the morning, but
it was unlikely.
</P>

<P>
Through the afternoon it rained: the gloomy sky intensified his fatigue
and despondence. About six o'clock, exhausted in mind and body, he had
allowed his attention to stray, when the sudden clang of a street organ
startled him. His eyes turned in the wonted direction&mdash;and instantly he
sprang up. To clutch his hat, to rush from the room and from the house,
occupied but a moment. There, walking away on the other side, was Eve.
Her fawn-coloured mantle, her hat with the yellow flowers, were the
same as yesterday. The rain had ceased; in the western sky appeared
promise of a fair evening.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard pursued her in a parallel line. At the top of the street she
crossed towards him; he let her pass by and followed closely. She
entered the booking-office of Gower Street station; he drew as near as
possible and heard her ask for a ticket&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Healtheries; third return."
</P>

<P>
The slang term for the Health Exhibition at Kensington was familiar to
him from the English papers he had seen in Paris. As soon as Eve had
passed on he obtained a like ticket and hastened down the steps in
pursuit. A minute or two and he was sitting face to face with her in
the railway carriage.
</P>

<P>
He could now observe her at his leisure and compare her features with
those represented in the photograph. Mrs. Brewer had said truly that
the portrait did not do her justice; he saw the resemblance, yet what a
difference between the face he had brooded over at Dudley and that
which lived before him! A difference not to be accounted for by mere
lapse of time. She could not, he thought, have changed greatly in the
last two or three years, for her age at the time of sitting for the
photograph must have been at least one-and-twenty. She did not look
older than he had expected: it was still a young face, but&mdash;and herein
he found its strangeness&mdash;that of a woman who views life without
embarrassment, without anxiety. She sat at her ease, casting careless
glances this way and that. When her eyes fell upon him he winced, yet
she paid no more heed to him than to the other passengers.
</P>

<P>
Presently she became lost in thought; her eyes fell. Ah! now the
resemblance to the portrait came out more distinctly. Her lips shaped
themselves to that expression which he knew so well, the half-smile
telling of habitual sadness.
</P>

<P>
His fixed gaze recalled her to herself, and immediately the countenance
changed beyond recognition. Her eyes wandered past him with a look of
cold if not defiant reserve; the lips lost all their sweetness. He was
chilled with vague distrust, and once again asked himself whether this
could be the Eve Madeley whose history he had heard.
</P>

<P>
Again she fell into abstraction, and some trouble seemed to grow upon
her mind. It was difficult now to identify her with the girl who had
talked and laughed so gaily last evening. Towards the end of the
journey a nervous restlessness began to appear in her looks and
movements. Hilliard felt that he had annoyed her by the persistency of
his observation, and tried to keep his eyes averted. But no; the
disturbance she betrayed was due to some other cause; probably she paid
not the least regard to him.
</P>

<P>
At Earl's Court she alighted hurriedly. By this time Hilliard had begun
to feel shame in the ignoble part he was playing, but choice he had
none&mdash;the girl drew him irresistibly to follow and watch her. Among the
crowd entering the Exhibition he could easily keep her in sight without
risk of his espial being detected. That Eve had come to keep an
appointment with some acquaintance he felt sure, and at any cost he
must discover who the person was.
</P>

<P>
The event justified him with unexpected suddenness. No sooner had she
passed the turnstile than a man stepped forward, saluting her in form.
Eve shook hands with him, and they walked on.
</P>

<P>
Uncontrollable wrath seized on Hilliard and shook him from head to
foot. A meeting of this kind was precisely what he had foreseen, and he
resented it violently.
</P>

<P>
Eve's acquaintance had the external attributes of a gentleman. One
could not easily imagine him a clerk or a shop-assistant smartened up
for the occasion. He was plain of feature, but wore a pleasant, honest
look, and his demeanour to the girl showed not only good breeding but
unmistakable interest of the warmest kind. His age might perhaps be
thirty; he was dressed well, and in all respects conventionally.
</P>

<P>
In Eve's behaviour there appeared a very noticeable reserve; she rarely
turned her face to him while he spoke, and seemed to make only the
briefest remarks. Her attention was given to the objects they passed.
</P>

<P>
Totally unconscious of the scenes through which he was moving, Hilliard
tracked the couple for more than an hour. He noticed that the man once
took out his watch, and from this trifling incident he sought to derive
a hope; perhaps Eve would be quit ere long of the detested
companionship. They came at length to where a band was playing, and sat
down on chairs; the pursuer succeeded in obtaining a seat behind them,
but the clamour of instruments overpowered their voices, or rather the
man's voice, for Eve seemed not to speak at all. One moment, when her
neighbour's head approached nearer than usual to hers, she drew
slightly away.
</P>

<P>
The music ceased, whereupon Eve's companion again consulted his watch.
</P>

<P>
"It's a most unfortunate thing." He was audible now. "I can't possibly
stay longer."
</P>

<P>
Eve moved on her chair, as if in readiness to take leave of him, but
she did not speak.
</P>

<P>
"You think it likely you will meet Miss Ringrose?"
</P>

<P>
Eve answered, but the listener could not catch her words.
</P>

<P>
"I'm so very sorry. If there had been any&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
The voice sank, and Hilliard could only gather from observance of the
man's face that he was excusing himself in fervent tones for the
necessity of departure. Then they both rose and walked a few yards
together. Finally, with a sense of angry exultation, Hilliard saw them
part.
</P>

<P>
For a little while Eve stood watching the musicians, who were making
ready to play a new piece. As soon as the first note sounded she moved
slowly, her eyes cast down. With fiercely throbbing heart, thinking and
desiring and hoping he knew not what, Hilliard once more followed her.
Night had now fallen; the grounds of the Exhibition shone with
many-coloured illumination; the throng grew dense. It was both easy and
necessary to keep very near to the object of his interest.
</P>

<P>
There sounded a clinking of plates, cups, and glasses. People were
sitting at tables in the open air, supplied with refreshments by the
waiters who hurried hither and thither. Eve, after a show of
hesitation, took a seat by a little round table which stood apart; her
pursuer found a place whence he could keep watch. She gave an order,
and presently there was brought to her a glass of wine with a sandwich.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard called for a bottle of ale: he was consumed with thirst.
</P>

<P>
"Dare I approach her?" he asked himself. "Is it possible? And, if
possible, is it any use?"
</P>

<P>
The difficulty was to explain his recognition of her. But for that, he
might justify himself in addressing her.
</P>

<P>
She had finished her wine and was looking round. Her glance fell upon
him, and for a moment rested. With a courage not his own, Hilliard
rose, advanced, and respectfully doffed his hat.
</P>

<P>
"Miss Madeley&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
The note was half interrogative, but his voice failed before he could
add another syllable. Eve drew herself up, rigid in the alarm of female
instinct.
</P>

<P>
"I am a stranger to you," Hilliard managed to say. "But I come from
Dudley; I know some of your friends&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
His hurried words fell into coherence. At the name "Dudley" Eve's
features relaxed.
</P>

<P>
"Was it you who called at my lodgings the day before yesterday?"
</P>

<P>
"I did. Your address was given me by Mrs. Brewer, in whose house I have
lived for a long time. She wished me to call and to give you a kind
message&mdash;to say how glad they would be to hear from you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"But you <I>didn't</I> leave the message."
</P>

<P>
The smile put Hilliard at his ease, it was so gentle and friendly.
</P>

<P>
"I wasn't able to come at the time I mentioned. I should have called
to-morrow."
</P>

<P>
"But how is it that you knew me? I think," she added, without waiting
for a reply, "that I have seen you somewhere. But I can't remember
where."
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps in the train this evening?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes so it was You knew me then?"
</P>

<P>
"I thought I did, for I happened to come out from my lodgings at the
moment you were leaving yours, just opposite, and we walked almost
together to Gower Street station. I must explain that I have taken
rooms in Gower Place. I didn't like to speak to you in the street; but
now that I have again chanced to see you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I still don't understand," said Eve, who was speaking with the most
perfect ease of manner. "I am not the only person living in that house.
Why should you take it for granted that I was Miss Madeley?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had not ventured to seat himself; he stood before her, head
respectfully bent.
</P>

<P>
"At Mrs. Brewer's I saw your portrait."
</P>

<P>
Her eyes fell.
</P>

<P>
"My portrait. You really could recognise me from that?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, readily! Will you allow me to sit down?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course. I shall be glad to hear the news you have brought. I
couldn't imagine who it was had called and wanted to see me. But
there's another thing. I didn't think Mrs. Brewer knew my address. I
have moved since I wrote to her daughter."
</P>

<P>
"No; it was the old address she gave me. I ought to have mentioned
that: it escaped my mind. First of all I went to Belmont Street."
</P>

<P>
"Mysteries still!" exclaimed Eve. "The people <I>there</I> couldn't know
where I had gone to."
</P>

<P>
"A child who had carried some parcel for you to Gower Place volunteered
information."
</P>

<P>
Outwardly amused, and bearing herself as though no incident could
easily disconcert her, Eve did not succeed in suppressing every sign of
nervousness. Constrained by his wonder to study her with critical
attention, the young man began to feel assured that she was consciously
acting a part. That she should be able to carry it off so well, therein
lay the marvel. Of course, London had done much for her. Possessing no
common gifts, she must have developed remarkably under changed
conditions, and must, indeed, have become a very different person from
the country girl who toiled to support her drunken father's family.
Hilliard remembered the mention of her sister who had gone to
Birmingham disappeared; it suggested a characteristic of the Madeley
blood, which possibly must be borne in mind if he would interpret Eve.
</P>

<P>
She rested her arms on the little round table.
</P>

<P>
"So Mrs. Brewer asked you to come and find me?"
</P>

<P>
"It was only a suggestion, and I may as well tell you how it came
about. I used to have my meals in Mrs. Brewer's parlour, and to amuse
myself I looked over her album. There I found your portrait, and&mdash;well,
it interested me, and I asked the name of the original."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard was now in command of himself; he spoke with simple
directness, as his desires dictated.
</P>

<P>
"And Mrs. Brewer," said Eve, with averted eyes, "told you about me?"
</P>

<P>
"She spoke of you as her daughter's friend," was the evasive answer.
Eve seemed to accept it as sufficient, and there was a long silence.
</P>

<P>
"My name is Hilliard," the young man resumed. "I am taking the first
holiday, worth speaking of, that I have known for a good many years. At
Dudley my business was to make mechanical drawings, and I can't say
that I enjoyed the occupation."
</P>

<P>
"Are you going back to it?"
</P>

<P>
"Not just yet. I have been in France, and I may go abroad again before
long."
</P>

<P>
"For your pleasure?" Eve asked, with interest.
</P>

<P>
"To answer 'Yes' wouldn't quite express what I mean. I am learning to
live."
</P>

<P>
She hastily searched his face for the interpretation of these words,
then looked away, with grave, thoughtful countenance.
</P>

<P>
"By good fortune," Hilliard pursued. "I have become possessed of money
enough to live upon for a year or two. At the end of it I may find
myself in the old position, and have to be a living machine once more.
But I shall be able to remember that I was once a man."
</P>

<P>
Eve regarded him strangely, with wide, in tent eyes, as though his
speech had made a peculiar impression upon her.
</P>

<P>
"Can you see any sense in that?" he asked, smiling.
</P>

<P>
"Yes. I think I understand you."
</P>

<P>
She spoke slowly, and Hilliard, watching her, saw in her face more of
the expression of her portrait than he had yet discovered. Her soft
tone was much more like what he had expected to hear than her
utterances hitherto.
</P>

<P>
"Have you always lived at Dudley?" she asked.
</P>

<P>
He sketched rapidly the course of his life, without reference to
domestic circumstances. Before he had ceased speaking he saw that Eve's
look was directed towards something at a distance behind him; she
smiled, and at length nodded, in recognition of some person who
approached. Then a voice caused him to look round.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, there you are! I have been hunting for you ever so long."
</P>

<P>
As soon as Hilliard saw the speaker, he had no difficulty in
remembering her. It was Eve's companion of the day before yesterday,
with whom she had started for the theatre. The girl evidently felt some
surprise at discovering her friend in conversation with a man she did
not know; but Eve was equal to the situation, and spoke calmly.
</P>

<P>
"This gentleman is from my part of the world&mdash;from Dudley. Mr.
Hilliard&mdash;Miss Ringrose."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard stood up. Miss Ringrose, after attempting a bow of formal
dignity, jerked out her hand, gave a shy little laugh, and said with
amusing abruptness&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Do you really come from Dudley?"
</P>

<P>
"I do really, Miss Ringrose. Why does it sound strange to you?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I don't mean that it sounds strange." She spoke in a high but not
unmusical note, very quickly, and with timid glances to either side of
her collocutor. "But Eve&mdash;Miss Madeley&mdash;gave me the idea that Dudley
people must be great, rough, sooty men. Don't laugh at me, please. You
know very well, Eve, that you always talk in that way. Of course, I
knew that there must be people of a different kind, but&mdash;there now,
you're making me confused, and I don't know what I meant to say."
</P>

<P>
She was a thin-faced, but rather pretty girl, with auburn hair.
Belonging to a class which, especially in its women, has little
intelligence to boast of, she yet redeemed herself from the charge of
commonness by a certain vivacity of feature and an agreeable suggestion
of good feeling in her would-be frank but nervous manner. Hilliard
laughed merrily at the vision in her mind of "great, rough, sooty men."
</P>

<P>
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Ringrose."
</P>

<P>
"No, but really&mdash;what sort of a place is Dudley? Is it true that they
call it the Black Country?"
</P>

<P>
"Let us walk about," interposed Eve. "Mr. Hilliard will tell you all he
can about the Black Country."
</P>

<P>
She moved on, and they rambled aimlessly; among cigar-smoking clerks
and shopmen, each with the female of his kind in wondrous hat and
drapery; among domestic groups from the middle-class suburbs, and from
regions of the artisan; among the frankly rowdy and the solemnly
superior; here and there a man in evening dress, generally conscious of
his white tie and starched shirt, and a sprinkling of unattached young
women with roving eyes. Hilliard, excited by the success of his
advances, and by companionship after long solitude, became very unlike
himself, talking and jesting freely. Most of the conversation passed
between him and Miss Ringrose; Eve had fallen into an absent mood,
answered carelessly when addressed, laughed without genuine amusement,
and sometimes wore the look of trouble which Hilliard had observed
whilst in the train.
</P>

<P>
Before long she declared that it was time to go home.
</P>

<P>
"What's the hurry?" said her friend. "It's nothing like ten o'clock
yet&mdash;is it, Mr. Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't wish to stay any longer. Of course you needn't go unless you
like, Patty."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had counted on travelling back with her; to his great
disappointment, Eve answered his request to be allowed to do so with a
coldly civil refusal which there was no misunderstanding.
</P>

<P>
"But I hope you will let me see you again?"
</P>

<P>
"As you live so near me," she answered, "we are pretty sure to meet.
Are you coming or not, Patty?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, of course I shall go if you do."
</P>

<P>
The young man shook hands with them; rather formally with Eve, with
Patty Ringrose as cordially as if they were old friends. And then he
lost sight of them amid the throng.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap07"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER VII
</H3>

<P>
How did Eve Madeley contrive to lead this life of leisure and
amusement? The question occupied Hilliard well on into the small hours;
he could hit upon no explanation which had the least plausibility.
</P>

<P>
Was she engaged to be married to the man who met her at the Exhibition?
Her behaviour in his company by no means supported such a surmise; yet
there must be something more than ordinary acquaintance between the two.
</P>

<P>
Might not Patty Ringrose be able and willing to solve for him the
riddle of Eve's existence? But he had no idea where Patty lived. He
recalled her words in Gower Street: "You <I>are</I> going it, Eve!" and they
stirred miserable doubts; yet something more than mere hope inclined
him to believe that the girl's life was innocent. Her look, her talk
reassured him; so did her friendship with such a person as the
ingenuous Patty. On learning that he dwelt close by her she gave no
sign of an uneasy conscience.
</P>

<P>
In any case, the contrast between her actual life and that suggested by
Mrs. Brewer's talk about her was singular enough. It supplied him with
a problem of which the interest would not easily be exhausted. But he
must pursue the study with due regard to honour and delicacy; he would
act the spy no more. As Eve had said, they were pretty sure to meet
before long; if his patience failed it was always possible for him to
write a letter.
</P>

<P>
Four days went by and he saw nothing of her. On the fifth, as he was
walking homeward in the afternoon, he came face to face with Miss
Madeley in Gower Street. She stopped at once, and offered a friendly
hand.
</P>

<P>
"Will you let me walk a little way with you?" he asked.
</P>

<P>
"Certainly. I'm just going to change a book at Mudie's." She carried a
little handbag. "I suppose you have been going about London a great
deal? Don't the streets look beautiful at this time of the year?"
</P>

<P>
"Beautiful? I'm not sure that I see much beauty."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, don't you? I delight in London. I had dreamt of it all my life
before I came here. I always said to myself I should some day live in
London."
</P>

<P>
Her voice to-day had a vibrant quality which seemed to result from some
agreeable emotion. Hilliard remarked a gleam in her eyes and a colour
in her cheeks which gave her an appearance of better health than a few
days ago.
</P>

<P>
"You never go into the country?" he said, feeling unable to join in her
praise of London, though it was intelligible enough to him.
</P>

<P>
"I go now and then as far as Hampstead Heath," Eve answered with a
smile. "If it's fine I shall be there next Sunday with Patty Ringrose."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard grasped the opportunity. Would she permit him to meet her and
Miss Ringrose at Hampstead? Without shadow of constraint or
affectation, Eve replied that such a meeting would give her pleasure:
she mentioned place and time at which they might conveniently encounter.
</P>

<P>
He walked with her all the way to the library, and attended her back to
Gower Place. The result of this conversation was merely to intensify
the conflict of feelings which Eve had excited in him. Her friendliness
gave him no genuine satisfaction; her animated mood, in spite of the
charm to which he submitted, disturbed him with mistrust. Nothing she
said sounded quite sincere, yet it was more difficult than ever to
imagine that she played a part quite alien to her disposition.
</P>

<P>
No word had fallen from her which threw light upon her present
circumstances, and he feared to ask any direct question. It had
surprised him to learn that she subscribed to Mudie's. The book she
brought away with her was a newly published novel, and in the few words
they exchanged on the subject while standing at the library counter she
seemed to him to exhibit a surprising acquaintance with the literature
of the day. Of his own shortcomings in this respect he was but too
sensible, and he began to feel himself an intellectual inferior, where
every probability had prepared him for the reverse.
</P>

<P>
The next morning he went to Mudie's on his own account, and came away
with volumes chosen from those which lay on the counter. He was tired
of wandering about the town, and might as well pass his time in reading.
</P>

<P>
When Sunday came, he sought the appointed spot at Hampstead, and there,
after an hour's waiting, met the two friends. Eve was no longer in her
vivacious mood; brilliant sunshine, and the breeze upon the heath, had
no power to inspirit her; spoke in monosyllables, and behaved with
unaccountable reserve. Hilliard had no choice but to converse with
Patty, who was as gay and entertaining as ever. In the course of their
gossip he learnt that Miss Ringrose was employed at a music-shop, kept
by her uncle, where she sold the latest songs and dances, and "tried
over" on a piano any unfamiliar piece which a customer might think of
purchasing. It was not easy to understand how these two girls came to
be so intimate, for they seemed to have very little in common. Compared
with Eve Madeley, Patty was an insignificant little person; but of her
moral uprightness Hilliard felt only the more assured the longer he
talked with her, and this still had a favourable effect upon his
estimate of Eve.
</P>

<P>
Again there passed a few days without event. But about nine o'clock on
Wednesday evening, as he sat at home over a book, his landlady entered
the room with a surprising announcement.
</P>

<P>
"There's a young lady wishes to see you, Sir. Miss Ringrose is the
name."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard sprang up.
</P>

<P>
"Please ask her to come in."
</P>

<P>
The woman eyed him in a manner he was too excited to understand.
</P>

<P>
"She would like to speak to you at the door, Sir, if you wouldn't mind
going out."
</P>

<P>
He hastened thither. The front door stood open, and a light from the
passage shone on Patty's face. In the girl's look he saw at once that
something was wrong.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, Mr. Hilliard&mdash;I didn't know your number&mdash;I've been to a lot of
houses asking for you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"What is it?" he inquired, going out on to the doorstep.
</P>

<P>
"I called to see Eve, and&mdash;I don't know what it meant, but she's gone
away. The landlady says she left this morning with her luggage&mdash;went
away for good. And it's so strange that she hasn't let me know
anything. I can't understand it. I wanted to ask if you know&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard stared at the house opposite.
</P>

<P>
"I? I know nothing whatever about it. Come in and tell me&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"If you wouldn't mind coming out&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, yes. One moment; I'll get my hat."
</P>

<P>
He rejoined the girl, and they turned in the direction of Euston
Square, where people were few.
</P>

<P>
"I couldn't help coming to see you, Mr. Hilliard," said Patty, whose
manner indicated the gravest concern. "It has put me in such a fright.
I haven't seen her since Sunday. I came to-night, as soon as I could
get away from the shop, because I didn't feel easy in my mind about
her."
</P>

<P>
"Why did you feel anxious? What has been going on?"
</P>

<P>
He search her face. Patty turned away, kept silence for a moment, al at
length, with one of her wonted outbursts of confidence, said nervously:
</P>

<P>
"It's something I can't explain. But as you were a friend of hers&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
A man came by, and Patty broke off.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap08"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER VIII
</H3>

<P>
Hilliard waited for her to continue, but Patty kept her eyes down and
said no more.
</P>

<P>
"Did you think," he asked, "that I was likely to be in Miss Madeley's
confidence?"
</P>

<P>
"You've known her a long time, haven't you?"
</P>

<P>
This proof of reticence, or perhaps of deliberate misleading, on Eve's
part astonished Hilliard. He replied evasively that he had very little
acquaintance with Miss Madeley's affairs, and added:
</P>

<P>
"May she not simply have changed her lodgings?"
</P>

<P>
"Why should she go so suddenly, and without letting me know?"
</P>

<P>
"What had the landlady to say?"
</P>

<P>
"She heard her tell the cab to drive to Mudie's&mdash;the library, you know."
</P>

<P>
"Why," said Hilliard; "that meant, perhaps, that she wanted to return a
book before leaving London. Is there any chance that she has gone
home&mdash;to Dudley? Perhaps her father is ill, and she was sent for."
</P>

<P>
Patty admitted this possibility, but with every sign of doubt.
</P>

<P>
"The landlady said she had a letter this morning."
</P>

<P>
"Did she? Then it may have been from Dudley. But you know her so much
better than I do. Of course, you mustn't tell me anything you don't
feel it right to speak of; still, did it occur to you that I could be
of any use?"
</P>

<P>
"No, I didn't think; I only came because I was so upset when I found
her gone. I knew you lived in Gower Place somewhere, and I thought you
might have seen her since Sunday."
</P>

<P>
"I have not. But surely you will hear from her very soon. You may even
get a letter tonight, or to-morrow morning."
</P>

<P>
Patty gave a little spring of hopefulness.
</P>

<P>
"Yes; a letter might come by the last post to-night. I'll go home at
once."
</P>

<P>
"And I will come with you," said Hilliard. "Then you can tell me
whether you have any news."
</P>

<P>
They turned and walked towards the foot of Hampstead Road, whence they
could go by tram-car to Patty's abode in High Street, Camden Town.
Supported by the hope of finding a letter when she arrived, Miss
Ringrose grew more like herself.
</P>

<P>
"You must have wondered what <I>ever</I> I meant by calling to see you, Mr.
Hilliard. I went to five or six houses before I hit on the right one. I
do wish now that I'd waited a little, but I'm always doing things in
that way and being sorry for them directly after. Eve is my best
friend, you know, and that makes me so anxious about her."
</P>

<P>
"How long have you known her?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, ever so long&mdash;about a year."
</P>

<P>
The temptation to make another inquiry was too strong for Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"Where has she been employed of late?"
</P>

<P>
Patty looked up at him with surprise.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, don't you know? She isn't doing anything now. The people where she
was went bankrupt, and she's been out of a place for more than a month."
</P>

<P>
"Can't find another engagement?"
</P>

<P>
"She hasn't tried yet. She's taking a holiday. It isn't very nice work,
adding up money all day. I'm sure it would drive me out of my senses
very soon. I think she might find something better than that."
</P>

<P>
Miss Ringrose continued to talk of her friend all the way to Camden
Town, but the information he gathered did not serve to advance Hilliard
in his understanding of Eve's character. That she was keeping back
something of grave import the girl had already confessed, and in her
chatter she frequently checked herself on the verge of an indiscretion.
Hilliard took for granted that the mystery had to do with the man he
had seen at Earl's Court. If Eve actually disappeared, he would not
scruple to extract from Patty all that she knew; but he must see first
whether Eve would communicate with her friend.
</P>

<P>
In High Street Patty entered a small shop which was on the point of
being closed for the night.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard waited for her a few yards away; on her return he saw at once
that she was disappointed.
</P>

<P>
"There's nothing!"
</P>

<P>
"It may come in the morning. I should like to know whether you hear or
not."
</P>

<P>
"Would this be out of your way?" asked Patty. "I'm generally alone in
the shop from half-past one to half-past two. There's very seldom any
business going on then."
</P>

<P>
"Then I will come to-morrow at that time."
</P>

<P>
"Do, please? If I haven't heard anything I shall be that nervous."
</P>

<P>
They talked to no purpose for a few minutes, and bade each other
good-night.
</P>

<P>
Next day, at the hour Patty had appointed, Hilliard was again in High
Street. As he approached the shop he heard from within the jingle of a
piano. A survey through the closed glass door showed him Miss Ringrose
playing for her own amusement. He entered, and Patty jumped up with a
smile of welcome.
</P>

<P>
"It's all right! I had a letter this morning. She <I>has</I> gone to Dudley."
</P>

<P>
"Ah! I am glad to hear it. Any reason given?"
</P>

<P>
"Nothing particular," answered the girl, striking a note on the piano
with her forefinger. "She thought she might as well go home for a week
or two before taking another place. She has heard of something in
Holborn."
</P>

<P>
"So your alarm was groundless."
</P>

<P>
"Oh&mdash;I didn't really feel alarmed, Mr. Hilliard. You mustn't think
that. I often do silly things."
</P>

<P>
Patty's look and tone were far from reassuring. Evidently she had been
relieved from her suspense, but no less plainly did she seek to avoid
an explanation of it. Hilliard began to glance about the shop.
</P>

<P>
"My uncle," resumed Patty, turning with her wonted sprightliness to
another subject, "always goes out for an hour or two in the middle of
the day to play billiards. I can tell by his face when he comes back
whether he's lost or won; he does so take it to heart, silly man! Do
<I>you</I> play billiards?"
</P>

<P>
The other shook his head.
</P>

<P>
"I thought not. You have a serious look."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard did not relish this compliment. He imagined he had cast away
his gloom; he desired to look like the men who take life with easy
courage. As he gazed through the glass door into the street, a figure
suddenly blocked his prospect, and a face looked in. Then the door
opened, and there entered a young man of clerkly appearance, who
glanced from Miss Ringrose to her companion with an air of severity.
Patty had reddened a little.
</P>

<P>
"What are <I>you</I> doing here at this time of day?" she asked familiarly.
</P>

<P>
"Oh&mdash;business&mdash;had to look up a man over here. Thought I'd speak a word
as I passed."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard drew aside.
</P>

<P>
"Who has opened this new shop opposite?" added the young man, beckoning
from the doorway.
</P>

<P>
A more transparent pretext for drawing Patty away could not have been
conceived; but she readily lent herself to it, and followed. The door
closed behind them. In a few minutes Patty returned alone, with rosy
cheeks and mutinous lips.
</P>

<P>
"I'm very sorry to have been in the way," said Hilliard, smiling.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, not you. It's all right. Someone I know. He can be sensible enough
when he likes, but sometimes he's such a silly there's no putting up
with him. Have you heard the new waltz&mdash;the Ballroom Queen?"
</P>

<P>
She sat down and rattled over this exhilarating masterpiece.
</P>

<P>
"Thank you," said Hilliard. "You play very cleverly."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, so can anybody&mdash;that's nothing."
</P>

<P>
"Does Miss Madeley play at all?"
</P>

<P>
"No. She's always saying she wishes she could but I tell her, what does
it matter? She knows no end of things that I don't, and I'd a good deal
rather have that."
</P>

<P>
"She reads a good deal, I suppose?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I should think she does, just! And she can speak French."
</P>

<P>
"Indeed? How did she learn?"
</P>

<P>
"At the place where she was bookkeeper there was a young lady from
Paris, and they shared lodgings, and Eve learnt it from her. Then her
friend went to Paris again, and Eve wanted very much to go with her,
but she didn't see how to manage it. Eve," she added, with a laugh, "is
always wanting to do something that's impossible."
</P>

<P>
A week later, Hilliard again called at the music-shop, and talked for
half an hour with Miss Ringrose, who had no fresh news from Eve. His
visits were repeated at intervals of a few days, and at length, towards
the end of June, he learnt that Miss Madeley was about to return to
London; she had obtained a new engagement, at the establishment in
Holborn of which Patty had spoken.
</P>

<P>
"And will she come back to her old lodgings?" he inquired.
</P>

<P>
Patty shook her head.
</P>

<P>
"She'll stay with me. I wanted her to come here before, but she didn't
care about it. Now she's altered her mind, and I'm very glad."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard hesitated in putting the next question.
</P>

<P>
"Do you still feel anxious about her?"
</P>

<P>
The girl met his eyes for an instant.
</P>

<P>
"No. It's all right now."
</P>

<P>
"There's one thing I should like you to tell me&mdash;if you can."
</P>

<P>
"About Miss Madeley?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't think there can be any harm in your saying yes or no. Is she
engaged to be married?"
</P>

<P>
Patty replied with a certain eagerness.
</P>

<P>
"No! Indeed she isn't. And she never has been."
</P>

<P>
"Thank you." Hilliard gave a sigh of relief. "I'm very glad to know
that."
</P>

<P>
"Of course you are," Patty answered, with a laugh.
</P>

<P>
As usual, after one of her frank remarks, she turned away and struck
chords on the piano. Hilliard meditated the while, until his companion
spoke again.
</P>

<P>
"You'll see her before long, I dare say?"
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps. I don't know."
</P>

<P>
"At all events, you'll <I>want</I> to see her."
</P>

<P>
"Most likely."
</P>

<P>
"Will you promise me something?"
</P>

<P>
"If it's in my power to keep the promise."
</P>

<P>
"It's only&mdash;I should be so glad if you wouldn't mention anything about
my coming to see you that night in Gower Place."
</P>

<P>
"I won't speak of it."
</P>

<P>
"Quite sure?"
</P>

<P>
"You may depend upon me. Would you rather she didn't know that I have
seen you at all?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, there's no harm in that. I should be sure to let it out. I shall
say we met by chance somewhere."
</P>

<P>
"Very well. I feel tempted to ask a promise iii return."
</P>

<P>
Patty stood with her hands behind her, eyes wide and lips slightly
apart.
</P>

<P>
"It is this," he continued, lowering his voice. "If ever you should
begin to feel anxious again about her will you let me know?"
</P>

<P>
Her reply was delayed; it came at length in the form of an embarrassed
nod. Thereupon Hilliard pressed her hand and departed.
</P>

<P>
He knew the day on which Eve would arrive in London; from morning to
night a feverish unrest drove him about the streets. On the morrow he
was scarcely more at ease, and for several days he lived totally
without occupation, save in his harassing thoughts. He paced and
repaced the length of Holborn, wondering where it was that Eve had
found employment; but from Camden Town he held aloof.
</P>

<P>
One morning there arrived for him a postcard on which was scribbled:
"We are going to the Savoy on Saturday night. Gallery." No signature,
no address; but of course the writer must be Patty Ringrose. Mentally,
he thanked her with much fervour. And on the stated evening, nearly an
hour before the opening of the doors, he climbed the stone steps
leading to the gallery entrance of the Savoy Theatre. At the summit two
or three persons were already waiting&mdash;strangers to him. He leaned
against the wall, and read an evening paper. At every sound of
approaching feet his eyes watched with covert eagerness. Presently he
heard a laugh, echoing from below, and recognised Patty's voice; then
Miss Ringrose appeared round the winding in the staircase, and was
followed by Eve Madeley. Patty glanced up, and smiled consciously as
she discovered the face she had expected to see; but Eve remained for
some minutes unaware of her acquaintance's proximity. Scrutinising her
appearance, as he could at his ease, Hilliard thought she looked far
from well: she had a tired, dispirited expression, and paid no heed to
the people about her. Her dress was much plainer than that she wore a
month ago.
</P>

<P>
He saw Patty whispering to her companion, and, as a result, Eve's eyes
turned in his direction. He met her look, and had no difficulty in
making his way down two or three steps, to join her. The reception she
gave him was one of civil indifference. Hilliard made no remark on what
seemed the chance of their encounter, nor did he speak of her absence
from London; they talked, as far as talk was possible under the
circumstances, of theatrical and kindred subjects. He could not
perceive that the girl was either glad or sorry to have met him again;
but by degrees her mood brightened a little, and she exclaimed with
pleasure when the opening of the door caused an upward movement.
</P>

<P>
"You have been away," he said, when they were in their places, he at
one side of Eve, Patty on the other.
</P>

<P>
"Yes. At Dudley."
</P>

<P>
"Did you see Mrs. Brewer?"
</P>

<P>
"Several times. She hasn't got another lodger yet, and wishes you would
go back again. A most excellent character she gave you."
</P>

<P>
This sounded satirical.
</P>

<P>
"I deserved the best she could say of me," Hilliard answered.
</P>

<P>
Eve glanced at him, smiled doubtfully, and turned to talk with Patty
Ringrose. Through the evening there was no further mention of Dudley.
Eve could with difficulty be induced to converse at all, and when the
entertainment was over she pointedly took leave of him within the
theatre. But while shaking hands with Patty, he saw something in that
young lady's face which caused him to nod and smile.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap09"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER IX
</H3>

<P>
There came an afternoon early in July when Hilliard, tired with a long
ramble in search of old City churches&mdash;his architectural interests
never failed&mdash;sought rest and coolness in a Fleet Street tavern of
time-honoured name. It was long since he had yielded to any
extravagance; to-day his palate demanded wine, and with wine he solaced
it. When he went forth again into the roaring highway things glowed
before him in a mellow light: the sounds of Fleet Street made music to
his ears; he looked with joyous benignity into the faces of men and
women, and nowhere discovered a countenance inharmonious with his
gallant mood.
</P>

<P>
No longer weary, he strolled westward, content with the satisfactions
of each passing moment. "This," he said to himself, "is the joy of
life. Past and future are alike powerless over me; I live in the
glorious sunlight of this summer day, under the benediction of a
greathearted wine. Noble wine! Friend of the friendless, companion of
the solitary, lifter-up of hearts that are oppressed, inspirer of brave
thoughts in them that fail beneath the burden of being. Thanks to thee,
O priceless wine!"
</P>

<P>
A bookseller's window arrested him. There, open to the gaze of every
pedestrian, stood a volume of which the sight made him thrill with
rapture; a finely illustrated folio, a treatise on the Cathedrals of
France. Five guineas was the price it bore. A moment's lingering,
restrained by some ignoble spirit of thrift which the wine had not
utterly overcome, and he entered the shop. He purchased the volume. It
would have pleased him to carry it away, but in mere good-nature he
allowed the shopman's suggestion to prevail, and gave his address that
the great tome might be sent to him.
</P>

<P>
How cheap it was&mdash;five guineas for so much instant delight and such
boundless joy of anticipation!
</P>

<P>
On one of the benches in Trafalgar Square he sat for a long time
watching the fountains, and ever and anon letting them lead his eyes
upwards to the great snowy clouds that gleamed upon the profound blue.
Some ragged children were at play near him; he searched his pocket,
collected coppers and small silver, and with a friendly cry of "Holloa,
you ragamuffins!" scattered amazement and delight.
</P>

<P>
St. Martin's Church told him that the hour was turned of six. Then a
purpose that had hung vaguely in his mind like a golden mist took form
and substance. He set off to walk northward, came out into Holborn, and
loitered in the neighbourhood of a certain place of business, which of
late he had many times observed. It was not long that he had to wait.
Presently there came forth someone whom he knew, and with quick steps
he gained her side.
</P>

<P>
Eve Madeley perceived him without surprise.
</P>

<P>
"Yes," he said, "I am here again. If it's disagreeable to you, tell me,
and I will go my own way at once."
</P>

<P>
"I have no wish to send you away," she answered, with a smile of
self-possession. "But all the same, I think it would be wiser if you
did go."
</P>

<P>
"Ah, then, if you leave me to judge for myself&mdash;&mdash;! You look tired this
evening. I have something to say to you; let us turn for a moment up
this byway."
</P>

<P>
"No, let us walk straight on."
</P>

<P>
"I beg of you!&mdash;Now you are kind. I am going to dine at a restaurant.
Usually, I eat my dinner at home&mdash;a bad dinner and a cheerless room. On
such an evening as this I can't go back and appease hunger in that
animal way. But when I sit down in the restaurant I shall be alone.
It's miserable to see the groups of people enjoying themselves all
round and to sit lonely. I can't tell you how long it is since I had a
meal in company. Will you come and dine with me?"
</P>

<P>
"I can't do that."
</P>

<P>
"Where's the impossibility?"
</P>

<P>
"I shouldn't like to do it."
</P>

<P>
"But would it be so very disagreeable to sit and talk? Or, I won't ask
you to talk; only to let me talk to you. Give me an hour or two of your
time&mdash;that's what I ask. It means so much to me, and to you, what does
it matter?"
</P>

<P>
Eve walked on in silence; his entreaties kept pace with her. At length
she stopped.
</P>

<P>
"It's all the same to me&mdash;if you wish it&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Thank you a thousand times!"
</P>

<P>
They walked back into Holborn, and Hilliard, talking merely of trifles,
led the way to a great hall, where some scores of people were already
dining. He selected a nook which gave assurance of privacy, sketched to
the waiter a modest but carefully chosen repast, and from his seat on
the opposite side of the table laughed silently at Eve as she leaned
back on the plush cushions. In no way disconcerted by the show of
luxury about her, Eve seemed to be reflecting, not without enjoyment.
</P>

<P>
"You would rather be here than going home in the Camden Town 'bus?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course."
</P>

<P>
"That's what I like in you. You have courage to tell the truth. When
you said that you couldn't come, it was what you really thought Now
that you have learnt your mistake, you confess it."
</P>

<P>
"I couldn't have done it if I hadn't made up my mind that it was all
the same, whether I came or refused."
</P>

<P>
"All the same to you. Yes; I'm quite willing that you should think it
so. It puts me at my ease. I have nothing to reproach myself with. Ah,
but how good it is to sit here and talk!"
</P>

<P>
"Don't you know anyone else who would come with you? Haven't you made
any friends?"
</P>

<P>
"Not one. You and Miss Ringrose are the only persons I know in London."
</P>

<P>
"I can't understand why you live in that way."
</P>

<P>
"How should I make friends&mdash;among men? Why, it's harder than making
money&mdash;which I have never done yet, and never shall, I'm afraid."
</P>

<P>
Eve averted her eyes, and again seemed to meditate.
</P>

<P>
"I'll tell you," pursued the young man "how the money came to me that I
am living on now. It'll fill up the few moments while we are waiting."
</P>

<P>
He made of it an entertaining narrative, which he concluded just as the
soup was laid before them. Eve listened with frank curiosity, with an
amused smile. Then came a lull in the conversation. Hilliard began his
dinner with appetite and gusto; the girl, after a few sips, neglected
her soup and glanced about the neighboring tables.
</P>

<P>
"In my position," said Hilliard at length, "what would you have done?"
</P>

<P>
"It's a difficult thing to put myself in your position."
</P>

<P>
"Is it, really? Why, then, I will tell you something more of myself.
You say that Mrs. Brewer gave me an excellent character?"
</P>

<P>
"I certainly shouldn't have known you from her description."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard laughed.
</P>

<P>
"I seem to you so disreputable?"
</P>

<P>
"Not exactly that," replied Eve thoughtfully. "But you seem altogether
a different person from what you seemed to her."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I can understand that. And it gives me an opportunity for saying
that you, Miss Madeley, are as different as possible from the idea I
formed of you when I heard Mrs. Brewer's description."
</P>

<P>
"She described me? I should so like to hear what she said."
</P>

<P>
The changing of plates imposed a brief silence. Hilliard drank a glass
of wine and saw that Eve just touched hers with her lips.
</P>

<P>
"You shall hear that&mdash;but not now. I want to enable you to judge me,
and if I let you know the facts while dinner goes on it won't be so
tiresome as if I began solemnly to tell you my life, as people do in
novels."
</P>

<P>
He erred, if anything, on the side of brevity, but in the succeeding
quarter of an hour Eve was able to gather from his careless talk, which
sedulously avoided the pathetic note, a fair notion of what his
existence had been from boyhood upward. It supplemented the account of
himself she had received from him when they met for the first time. As
he proceeded she grew more attentive, and occasionally allowed her eyes
to encounter his.
</P>

<P>
"There's only one other person who has heard all this from me," he said
at length. "That's a friend of mine at Birmingham&mdash;a man called
Narramore. When I got Dengate's money I went to Narramore, and I told
him what use I was going to make of it."
</P>

<P>
"That's what you haven't told me," remarked the listener.
</P>

<P>
"I will, now that you can understand me. I resolved to go right away
from all the sights and sounds that I hated, and to live a man's life,
for just as long as the money would last."
</P>

<P>
"What do you mean by a man's life?"
</P>

<P>
"Why, a life of enjoyment, instead of a life not worthy to be called
life at all. This is part of it, this evening. I have had enjoyable
hours since I left Dudley, but never yet one like this. And because I
owe it to you, I shall remember you with gratitude as long as I
remember anything at all."
</P>

<P>
"That's a mistake," said Eve. "You owe the enjoyment, whatever it is,
to your money, not to me."
</P>

<P>
"You prefer to look at it in that way. Be it so. I had a delightful
month in Paris, but I was driven back to England by loneliness. Now, if
<I>you</I> had been there! If I could have seen you each evening for an hour
or two, had dinner with you at the restaurant, talked with you about
what I had seen in the day&mdash;but that would have been perfection, and I
have never hoped for more than moderate, average pleasure&mdash;such as
ordinary well-to-do men take as their right."
</P>

<P>
"What did you do in Paris?"
</P>

<P>
"Saw things I have longed to see any time the last fifteen years or so.
Learned to talk a little French. Got to feel a better educated man than
I was before."
</P>

<P>
"Didn't Dudley seem a long way off when you were there?" asked Eve half
absently.
</P>

<P>
"In another planet.&mdash;You thought once of going to Paris; Miss Ringrose
told me."
</P>

<P>
Eve knitted her brows, and made no answer.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap10"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER X
</H3>

<P>
When fruit had been set before them&mdash;and as he was peeling a banana:
</P>

<P>
"What a vast difference," said Hilliard, "between the life of people
who dine, and of those who don't! It isn't the mere pleasure of eating,
the quality of the food&mdash;though that must have a great influence on
mind and character. But to sit for an hour or two each evening in
quiet, orderly enjoyment, with graceful things about one, talking of
whatever is pleasant&mdash;how it civilises! Until three months ago I never
dined in my life, and I know well what a change it has made in me."
</P>

<P>
"I never dined till this evening," said Eve.
</P>

<P>
"Never? This is the first time you have been at a restaurant?"
</P>

<P>
"For dinner&mdash;yes."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard heard the avowal with surprise and delight. After all, there
could not have been much intimacy between her and the man she met at
the Exhibition.
</P>

<P>
"When I go back to slavery," he continued, "I shall bear it more
philosophically. It was making me a brute, but I think there'll be no
more danger of that. The memory of civilisation will abide with me. I
shall remind myself that I was once a free man, and that will support
me."
</P>

<P>
Eve regarded him with curiosity.
</P>

<P>
"Is there no choice?" she asked. "While you have money, couldn't you
find some better way of earning a living?"
</P>

<P>
"I have given it a thought now and then, but it's very doubtful.
There's only one thing at which I might have done well, and that's
architecture. From studying it just for my own pleasure, I believe I
know more about architecture than most men who are not in the
profession; but it would take a long time before I could earn money by
it. I could prepare myself to be an architectural draughtsman, no
doubt, and might do as well that way as drawing machinery. But&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Then why don't you go to work! It would save you from living in
hideous places."
</P>

<P>
"After all, does it matter much? If I had anything else to gain.
Suppose I had any hope of marriage, for instance&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He said it playfully. Eve turned her eyes away, but gave no other sign
of self-consciousness.
</P>

<P>
"I have no such hope. I have seen too much of marriage in poverty."
</P>

<P>
"So have I," said his companion, with quiet emphasis.
</P>

<P>
"And when a man's absolutely sure that he will never have an income of
more than a hundred and fifty pounds&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"It's a crime if he asks a woman to share it," Eve added coldly.
</P>

<P>
"I agree with you. It's well to understand each other on that
point.&mdash;Talking of architecture, I bought a grand book this afternoon."
</P>

<P>
He described the purchase, and mentioned what it cost.
</P>

<P>
"But at that rate," said Eve, "your days of slavery will come again
very soon."
</P>

<P>
"Oh! it's so rarely that I spend a large sum. On most days I satisfy
myself with the feeling of freedom, and live as poorly as ever I did.
Still, don't suppose that I am bent on making my money last a very long
time. I can imagine myself spending it all in a week or two, and
feeling I had its worth. The only question is, how can I get most
enjoyment? The very best of a lifetime may come within a single day.
Indeed, I believe it very often does."
</P>

<P>
"I doubt that&mdash;at least, I know that it couldn't be so with me."
</P>

<P>
"Well, what do you aim at?" Hilliard asked disinterestedly.
</P>

<P>
"Safety," was the prompt reply.
</P>

<P>
"Safety? From what?"
</P>

<P>
"From years of struggle to keep myself alive, and a miserable old age."
</P>

<P>
"Then you might have said&mdash;a safety-match."
</P>

<P>
The jest, and its unexpectedness, struck sudden laughter from Eve.
Hilliard joined in her mirth.
</P>

<P>
After that she suggested, "Hadn't we better go?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. Let us walk quietly on. The streets are pleasant after sunset."
</P>

<P>
On rising, after he had paid the bill, Hilliard chanced to see himself
in a mirror. He had flushed cheeks, and his hair was somewhat
disorderly. In contrast with Eve's colourless composure, his appearance
was decidedly bacchanalian; but the thought merely amused him.
</P>

<P>
They crossed Holborn, and took their way up Southampton Row, neither
speaking until they were within sight of Russell Square.
</P>

<P>
"I like this part of London," said Hilliard at length, pointing before
him. "I often walk about the squares late at night. It's quiet, and the
trees make the air taste fresh."
</P>

<P>
"I did the same, sometimes, when I lived in Gower Place."
</P>

<P>
"Doesn't it strike you that we are rather like each other in some
things?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, yes!" Eve replied frankly. "I have noticed that."
</P>

<P>
"You have? Even in the lives we have led there's a sort of resemblance,
isn't there?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I see now that there is."
</P>

<P>
In Russell Square they turned from the pavement, and walked along the
edge of the enclosure.
</P>

<P>
"I wish Patty had been with us," said Eve all at once. "She would have
enjoyed it so thoroughly."
</P>

<P>
"To be sure she would. Well, we can dine again, and have Patty with us.
But, after all, dining in London can't be quite what it is in Paris. I
wish you hadn't gone back to work again. Do you know what I should have
proposed?"
</P>

<P>
She glanced inquiringly at him.
</P>

<P>
"Why shouldn't we all have gone to Paris for a holiday? You and Patty
could have lived together, and I should have seen you every day."
</P>

<P>
Eve laughed.
</P>

<P>
"Why not? Patty and I have both so much more money than we know what to
do with," she answered.
</P>

<P>
"Money? Oh, what of that! I have money."
</P>

<P>
She laughed again.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard was startled.
</P>

<P>
"You are talking rather wildly. Leaving myself out of the question,
what would Mr. Dally say to such a proposal?"
</P>

<P>
"Who's Mr. Dally?"
</P>

<P>
"Don't you know? Hasn't Patty told you that she is engaged?"
</P>

<P>
"Ah! No; she hasn't spoken of it. But I think I must have seen him at
the music-shop one day. Is she likely to marry him?"
</P>

<P>
"It isn't the wisest thing she could do, but that may be the end of it.
He's in an auctioneer's office, and may have a pretty good income some
day."
</P>

<P>
A long silence followed. They passed out of Russell into Woburn Square.
Night was now darkening the latest tints of the sky, and the lamps
shone golden against dusty green. At one of the houses in the narrow
square festivities were toward; carriages drew up before the entrance,
from which a red carpet was laid down across the pavement; within
sounded music.
</P>

<P>
"Does this kind of thing excite any ambition in you?" Hilliard asked,
coming to a pause a few yards away from the carriage which was
discharging its occupants.
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I suppose it does. At all events, it makes me feel discontented."
</P>

<P>
"I have settled all that with myself. I am content to look on as if it
were a play. Those people have an idea of life quite different from
mine. I shouldn't enjoy myself among them. You, perhaps, would."
</P>

<P>
"I might," Eve replied absently. And she turned away to the other side
of the square.
</P>

<P>
"By-the-bye, you <I>have</I> a friend in Paris. Do you ever hear from her?"
</P>

<P>
"She wrote once or twice after she went back; but it has come to an
end."
</P>

<P>
"Still, you might find her again, if you were there."
</P>

<P>
Eve delayed her reply a little, then spoke impatiently.
</P>

<P>
"What is the use of setting my thoughts upon such things? Day after day
I try to forget what I most wish for. Talk about yourself, and I will
listen with pleasure; but never talk about me."
</P>

<P>
"It's very hard to lay that rule upon me. I want to hear you speak of
yourself. As yet, I hardly know you, and I never shall unless you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Why should you know me?" she interrupted, in a voice of irritation.
</P>

<P>
"Only because I wish it more than anything else, I have wished it from
the day when I first saw your portrait."
</P>

<P>
"Oh! that wretched portrait! I should be sorry if I thought it was at
all like me."
</P>

<P>
"It is both like and unlike," said Hilliard. "What I see of it in your
face is the part of you that most pleases me."
</P>

<P>
"And that isn't my real self at all."
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps not. And yet, perhaps, you are mistaken. That is what I want
to learn. From the portrait, I formed an idea of you. When I met you,
it seemed to me that I was hopelessly astray; yet now I don't feel sure
of it."
</P>

<P>
"You would like to know what has changed me from the kind of girl I was
at Dudley?"
</P>

<P>
"<I>Are</I> you changed?"
</P>

<P>
"In some ways, no doubt. You, at all events, seem to think so."
</P>

<P>
"I can wait. You will tell me all about it some day."
</P>

<P>
"You mustn't take that for granted. We have made friends in a sort of
way just because we happened to come from the same place, and know the
same people. But&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He waited.
</P>

<P>
"Well, I was going to say that there's no use in our thinking much
about each other."
</P>

<P>
"I don't ask you to think of me. But I shall think a great deal about
you for long enough to come."
</P>

<P>
"That's what I want to prevent."
</P>

<P>
"Why?"
</P>

<P>
"Because, in the end, it might be troublesome to me."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard kept silence awhile, then laughed. When he spoke again, it was
of things indifferent natures.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap11"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XI
</H3>

<P>
Laziest of men and worst of correspondents, Robert Narramore had as yet
sent no reply to the letters in which Hilliard acquainted him with his
adventures in London and abroad; but at the end of July he vouchsafed a
perfunctory scrawl. "Too bad not to write before, but I've been floored
every evening after business in this furious heat. You may like to hear
that my uncle's property didn't make a bad show. I have come in for a
round five thousand, and am putting it into brass bedsteads. Sha'n't be
able to get away until the end of August. May see you then." Hilliard
mused enviously on the brass bedstead business.
</P>

<P>
On looking in at the Camden Town music-shop about this time he found
Patty Ringrose flurried and vexed by an event which disturbed her
prospects. Her uncle the shopkeeper, a widower of about fifty, had
announced his intention of marrying again, and, worse still, of giving
up his business.
</P>

<P>
"It's the landlady of the public-house where he goes to play
billiards," said Patty with scornful mirth; "a great fat woman! Oh! And
he's going to turn publican. And my aunt and me will have to look out
for ourselves."
</P>

<P>
This aunt was the shopkeeper's maiden sister who had hitherto kept
house for him. "She had been promised an allowance," said Patty, "but a
very mean one."
</P>

<P>
"I don't care much for myself," the girl went on; "there's plenty of
shops where I can get an engagement, but of course it won't be the same
as here, which has been home for me ever since I was a child. There!
the things that men will do! I've told him plain to his face that he
ought to be ashamed of himself, and so has aunt. And he <I>is</I> ashamed,
what's more. Don't you call it disgusting, such a marriage as that?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard avoided the delicate question.
</P>

<P>
"I shouldn't wonder if it hastens another marriage," he said with a
smile.
</P>

<P>
"I know what you mean, but the chances are that marriage won't come off
at all. I'm getting tired of men; they're so selfish and unreasonable.
Of course I don't mean you, Mr. Hilliard, but&mdash;oh! you know what I
mean."
</P>

<P>
"Mr. Dally has fallen under your displeasure?"
</P>

<P>
"Please don't talk about him. If he thinks he's going to lay down the
law to me he'll find his mistake; and it's better he should find it out
before it's too late."
</P>

<P>
They were interrupted by the entrance of Patty's amorous uncle, who
returned from his billiards earlier than usual to-day. He scowled at
the stranger, but passed into the house without speaking. Hilliard
spoke a hurried word or two about Eve and went his way.
</P>

<P>
Something less than a week after this he chanced to be away from home
throughout the whole day, and on returning he was surprised to see a
telegram upon his table. It came from Patty Ringrose, and asked him to
call at the shop without fail between one and two that day. The hour
was now nearly ten; the despatch had arrived at eleven in the morning.
</P>

<P>
Without a minute's delay he ran out in search of a cab, and was driven
to High Street. Here, of course, he found the shop closed, but it was
much too early for the household to have retired to rest; risking an
indiscretion, he was about to ring the house bell when the door opened,
and Patty showed herself.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, is it <I>you</I>, Mr. Hilliard!" she exclaimed, in a flurried voice. "I
heard the cab stop, and I thought it might be&mdash;&mdash;You'd better come
in&mdash;quick!"
</P>

<P>
He followed her along the passage and into the shop, where one gas-jet
was burning low.
</P>

<P>
"Listen!" she resumed, whispering hurriedly. "If Eve comes&mdash;she'll let
herself in with the latchkey&mdash;you must stand quiet here. I shall turn
out the gas, and I'll let you out after she's gone upstairs? Couldn't
you come before?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard explained, and begged her to tell him what was the matter. But
Patty kept him in suspense.
</P>

<P>
"Uncle won't be in till after twelve, so there's no fear. Aunt has gone
to bed&mdash;she's upset with quarrelling about this marriage. Mind! You
won't stir if Eve comes in. Don't talk loud; I must keep listening for
the door."
</P>

<P>
"But what is it? Where is Eve?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't know. She didn't come home till very late last night, and I
don't know where she was. You remember what you asked me to promise?"
</P>

<P>
"To let me know if you were anxious about her."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, and I am. She's in danger I only hope&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"What?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't like to tell you all I know. It doesn't seem right. But I'm so
afraid for Eve."
</P>

<P>
"I can only imagine one kind of danger&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Yes&mdash;of course, it's that&mdash;you know what I mean. But there's more than
you could fancy."
</P>

<P>
"Tell me, then, what has alarmed you?"
</P>

<P>
"When did you see her last?" Patty inquired.
</P>

<P>
"More than a week ago. Two or three days before I came here."
</P>

<P>
"Had you noticed anything?"
</P>

<P>
"Nothing unusual."
</P>

<P>
"No more did I, till last Monday night. Then I saw that something was
wrong. Hush!"
</P>

<P>
She gripped his arm, and they listened. But no sound could be heard.
</P>

<P>
"And since then," Patty pursued, with tremulous eagerness, "she's been
very queer. I know she doesn't sleep at night, and she's getting ill,
and she's had letters from&mdash;someone she oughtn't to have anything to do
with."
</P>

<P>
"Having told so much, you had better tell me all," said Hilliard
impatiently. There was a cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart beat
painfully.
</P>

<P>
"No. I can't. I can only give you a warning."
</P>

<P>
"But what's the use of that? What can I do? How can I interfere?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't know," replied the girl, with a helpless sigh. "She's in
danger, that's all I call tell you."
</P>

<P>
"Patty, don't be a fool! Out with it! Who is the man? Is it some one
you know?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't exactly know him I've seen him."
</P>

<P>
"Is he&mdash;a sort of gentleman?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, yes, he's a gentleman. And you'd never think to look at him that
he could do anything that wasn't right."
</P>

<P>
"Very well. What reason have you for supposing that he's doing wrong?"
</P>

<P>
Patty kept silence. A band of rowdy fellows just then came shouting
along the street, and one of them crashed up against the shop door,
making Patty jump and scream. Oaths and foul language followed; and
then the uproar passed away.
</P>

<P>
"Look here," said Hilliard. "You'll drive me out of my senses. Eve is
in love with this man, is she?"
</P>

<P>
"I'm afraid so. She was."
</P>

<P>
"Before she went away, you mean. And, of course, her going away had
something to do with it?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, it had."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard laid his hands on the girl's shoulders.
</P>

<P>
"You've got to tell me the plain truth, and be quick about it. I
suppose you haven't any idea of the torments I'm suffering. I shall
begin to think you're making a fool of me, and that there's nothing
but&mdash;though that's bad enough for me."
</P>

<P>
"Very well, I'll tell you. She went away because it came out that the
man was married."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, that's it?" He spoke from a dry throat. "She told you herself?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, not long after she came back. She said, of course, she could have
no more to do with him. She used to meet him pretty often&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Stay, how did she get to know him first?"
</P>

<P>
"Just by chance&mdash;somewhere."
</P>

<P>
"I understand," said Hilliard grimly. "Go on."
</P>

<P>
"And his wife got someone to spy on him, and they found out he was
meeting Eve, and she jumped out on them when they were walking
somewhere together, and told Eve everything. He wasn't living with his
wife, and hasn't been for a long time."
</P>

<P>
"What's his position?"
</P>

<P>
"He's in business, and seems to have lots of money; but I don't exactly
know what it is he does."
</P>

<P>
"You are afraid, then, that Eve is being drawn back to him?"
</P>

<P>
"I feel sure she is&mdash;and it's dreadful."
</P>

<P>
"What I should like to know," said Hilliard, harshly, "is whether she
really cares for him, or only for his money."
</P>

<P>
"Oh! How horrid you are! I never thought you could say such a thing!"
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps you didn't. All the same, it's a question. I don't pretend to
understand Eve Madeley, and I'm afraid you are just as far from knowing
her."
</P>

<P>
"I don't know her? Why, what are you talking about, Mr. Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
"What do you think of her, then? Is she a good-hearted girl or&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Or what? Of course she's good-hearted. The things that men do say!
They seem to be all alike."
</P>

<P>
"Women are so far from being all alike that one may think she
understands another, and be utterly deceived. Eve has shown her best
side to you, no doubt. With me, she hasn't taken any trouble to do so.
And if&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Hush!"
</P>

<P>
This time the alarm was justified. A latchkey rattled at the
house-door, the door opened, and in the same moment Patty turned out
the light.
</P>

<P>
"It's my uncle," she whispered, terror-stricken. "Don't stir."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap12"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XII
</H3>

<P>
A heavy footstep sounded in the passage, and Hilliard, to whose
emotions was now added a sense of ludicrous indignity, heard talk
between Patty and her uncle.
</P>

<P>
"You mustn't lock up yet," said the girl, "Eve is out."
</P>

<P>
"What's she doing?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't know. At the theatre with friends, I dare say."
</P>

<P>
"If we'd been staying on here, that young woman would have had to look
out for another lodging. There's something I don't like about her, and
if you take my advice, Patty, you'll shake her off. She'll do you no
good, my girl."
</P>

<P>
They passed together into the room behind the shop, and though their
voices were still audible, Hilliard could no longer follow the
conversation. He stood motionless, just where Patty had left him, with
a hand resting on the top of the piano, and it seemed to him that at
least half an hour went by. Then a sound close by made him start; it
was the snapping of a violin string; the note reverberated through the
silent shop. But by this time the murmur of conversation had ceased,
and Hilliard hoped that Patty's uncle had gone upstairs to bed.
</P>

<P>
As proved to be the case. Presently the door opened, and a voice called
to him in a whisper. He obeyed the summons, and, not without stumbling,
followed Patty into the open air.
</P>

<P>
"She hasn't come yet."
</P>

<P>
"What's the time?"
</P>

<P>
"Half-past eleven. I shall sit up for her. Did you hear what my uncle
said? You mustn't think anything of that; he's always finding fault
with people."
</P>

<P>
"Do you think she will come at all?" asked Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, of course she will!"
</P>

<P>
"I shall wait about. Don't stand here. Good-night."
</P>

<P>
"You won't let her know what I've told you?" said Patty, retaining his
hand.
</P>

<P>
"No, I won't. If she doesn't come back at all, I'll see you to-morrow."
</P>

<P>
He moved away, and the door closed.
</P>

<P>
Many people were still passing along the street. In his uncertainty as
to the direction by which Eve would return&mdash;if return she did&mdash;Hilliard
ventured only a few yards away. He had waited for about a quarter of an
hour, when his eye distinguished a well-known figure quickly
approaching. He hurried forward, and Eve stopped before he had quite
come up to her.
</P>

<P>
"Where have you been to-night?" were his first words, sounding more
roughly than he in tended.
</P>

<P>
"I wanted to see you, I passed your lodgings and saw there was no light
in the windows, else I should have asked for you."
</P>

<P>
She spoke in so strange a voice, with such show of agitation, that
Hilliard stood gazing at her till she again broke silence,
</P>

<P>
"Have you been waiting here for me?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. Patty told me you weren't back."
</P>

<P>
"Why did you come?"
</P>

<P>
"Why do I ever come to meet you?"
</P>

<P>
"We can't talk here," said Eve, turning away. "Come into a quieter
place."
</P>

<P>
They walked in silence to the foot of High Street, and there turned
aside into the shadowed solitude of Mornington Crescent. Eve checked
her steps and said abruptly&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"I want to ask you for something."
</P>

<P>
"What is it?"
</P>

<P>
"Now that it comes to saying it, I&mdash;I'm afraid. And yet if I had asked
you that evening when we were at the restaurant&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"What is it?" Hilliard repeated gruffly.
</P>

<P>
"That isn't your usual way of speaking to me."
</P>

<P>
"Will you tell me where you have been tonight?"
</P>

<P>
"Nowhere&mdash;walking about&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Do you often walk about the streets till midnight?"
</P>

<P>
"Indeed I don't."
</P>

<P>
The reply surprised him by its humility. Her voice all but broke on the
words. As well as the dim light would allow, he searched her face, and
it seemed to him that her eyes had a redness, as if from shedding tears.
</P>

<P>
"You haven't been alone?"
</P>

<P>
"No&mdash;I've been with a friend."
</P>

<P>
"Well, I have no claim upon you. It's nothing to me what friends you go
about with. What were you going to ask of me?"
</P>

<P>
"You have changed so all at once. I thought you would never talk in
this way."
</P>

<P>
"I didn't mean to," said Hilliard. "I have lost control of myself,
that's all. But you can say whatever you meant to say&mdash;just as you
would have done at the restaurant. I'm the same man I was then."
</P>

<P>
Eve moved a few steps, but he did not follow her, and she returned. A
policeman passing threw a glance at them.
</P>

<P>
"It's no use asking what I meant to ask," she said, with her eyes on
the ground. "You won't grant it me."
</P>

<P>
"How can I say till I know what it is? There are not many things in my
power that I wouldn't do for you."
</P>

<P>
"I was going to ask for money."
</P>

<P>
"Money? Why, it depends what you are going to do with it. If it will do
you any good, all the money I have is yours, as you know well enough.
But I must understand why you want it."
</P>

<P>
"I can't tell you that. I don't want you to give me money&mdash;only to lend
it. You shall have it back again, though I can't promise the exact
time. If you hadn't changed so, I should have found it easy enough to
ask. Hut I don't know you to-night; it's like talking to a stranger.
What has happened to make you so different?"
</P>

<P>
"I have been waiting a long time for you, that's all," Hilliard
replied, endeavouring to use the tone of frank friendliness in which he
had been wont to address her. "I got nervous and irritable. I felt
uneasy about you. It's all right now: Let us walk on a little. You want
money. Well, I have three hundred pounds and more. Call it mine, call
it yours. But I must know that you're not going to do anything foolish.
Of course, you don't tell me everything; I have no right to expect it.
You haven't misled me; I knew from the first that&mdash;well, a girl of your
age, and with your face, doesn't live alone in London without
adventures. I shouldn't think of telling you all mine, and I don't ask
to know yours&mdash;unless I begin to have a part in them. There's something
wrong: of course, I can see that. I think you've been crying, and you
don't shed tears for a trifle. Now you come and ask me for money. If it
will do you good, take all you want. But I've an uncomfortable
suspicion that harm may come of it."
</P>

<P>
"Why not treat me just like a man-friend? I'm old enough to take care
of myself."
</P>

<P>
"You think so, but I know better. Wait a moment. How much money do you
want?"
</P>

<P>
"Thirty-five pounds."
</P>

<P>
"Exactly thirty-five? And it isn't for your own use?"
</P>

<P>
"I can't tell you any more. I am in very great need of the money, and
if you will lend it me I shall feel very grateful."
</P>

<P>
"I want no gratitude, I want nothing from you, Eve, except what you
can't give me. I can imagine a man in my position giving you money in
the hope that it might be your ruin just to see you brought down,
humiliated. There's so much of the brute in us all. But I don't feel
that desire."
</P>

<P>
"Why should you?" she asked, with a change to coldness. "What harm have
I done you?"
</P>

<P>
"No harm at all, and perhaps a great deal of good. I say that I wish
you nothing but well. Suppose a gift of all the money I have would
smooth your whole life before you, and make you the happy wife of some
other man. I would give it you gladly. That kind of thing has often
been said, when it meant nothing: it isn't so with me. It has always
been more pleasure to me to give than to receive. No merit of mine; I
have it from my father. Make clear to me that you are to benefit by
this money, and you shall have the cheque as soon as you please."
</P>

<P>
"I shall benefit by it, because it will relieve me from a dreadful
anxiety."
</P>

<P>
"Or, in other words, will relieve someone else?"
</P>

<P>
"I can speak only of myself. The kindness will be done to me."
</P>

<P>
"I must know more than that. Come now, we assume that there's someone
in the background. A friend of yours, let us say. I can't Imagine why
this friend of yours wants money, but so it is. You don't contradict
me?"
</P>

<P>
Eve remained mute, her head bent.
</P>

<P>
"What about your friend and you in the future? Are you bound to this
friend in any irredeemable way?"
</P>

<P>
"No&mdash;I am not," she answered, with emotion.
</P>

<P>
"There's nothing between you but&mdash;let us call it mere friendship."
</P>

<P>
"Nothing&mdash;nothing!"
</P>

<P>
"So far, so good." He looked keenly into her face. "But how about the
future?"
</P>

<P>
"There will never be anything more&mdash;there can't be."
</P>

<P>
"Let us say that you think so at present. Perhaps I don't feel quite so
sure of it. I say again, it's nothing to me, unless I get drawn into it
by you yourself. I am not your guardian. If I tell you to be careful,
it's an impertinence. But the money; that's another affair. I won't
help you to misery."
</P>

<P>
"You will be helping me <I>out</I> of misery!" Eve exclaimed.
</P>

<P>
"Yes, for the present. I will make a bargain with you."
</P>

<P>
She looked at him with startled eyes.
</P>

<P>
"You shall have your thirty-five pounds on condition that you go to
live, for as long as I choose, in Paris. You are to leave London in a
day or two. Patty shall go with you; her uncle doesn't want her, and
she seems to have quarrelled with the man she was engaged to. The
expenses are my affair. I shall go to Paris myself, and be there while
you are, but you need see no more of me than you like. Those are the
terms."
</P>

<P>
"I can't think you are serious," said Eve.
</P>

<P>
"Then I'll explain why I wish you to do this. I've thought about you a
great deal; in fact, since we first met, my chief occupation has been
thinking about you. And I have come to the conclusion that you are
suffering from an illness, the result of years of hardship and misery.
We have agreed, you remember, that there are a good many points of
resemblance between your life and mine, and perhaps between your
character and mine. Now I myself, when I escaped from Dudley, was
thoroughly ill&mdash;body and soul. The only hope for me was a complete
change of circumstances&mdash;to throw off the weight of my past life, and
learn the meaning of repose, satisfaction, enjoyment. I prescribe the
same for you. I am your physician; I undertake your cure. If you refuse
to let me, there's an end of everything between us; I shall say
good-bye to you tonight, and to-morrow set off for some foreign
country."
</P>

<P>
"How can I leave my work at a moment's notice?"
</P>

<P>
"The devil take your work&mdash;for he alone is the originator of such
accursed toil!"
</P>

<P>
"How can I live at your expense?"
</P>

<P>
"That's a paltry obstacle. Oh, if you are too proud, say so, and
there's an end of it. You know me well enough to feel the absolute
truth of what I say, when I assure you that you will remain just as
independent of me as you ever were. I shall be spending my money in a
way that gives me pleasure; the matter will never appear to me in any
other light. Why, call it an additional loan, if it will give any
satisfaction to you. You are to pay me back some time. Here in London
you perish; across the Channel there, health of body and mind is
awaiting you; and are we to talk about money? I shall begin to swear
like a trooper; the thing is too preposterous."
</P>

<P>
Eve said nothing: she stood half turned from him.
</P>

<P>
"Of course," he pursued, "you may object to leave London. Perhaps the
sacrifice is too great. In that case, I should only do right if I
carried you off by main force; but I'm afraid it can't be; I must leave
you to perish."
</P>

<P>
"I am quite willing to go away," said Eve in a low voice. "But the
shame of it&mdash;to be supported by you."
</P>

<P>
"Why, you don't hate me?"
</P>

<P>
"You know I do not."
</P>

<P>
"You even have a certain liking for me. I amuse you; you think me an
odd sort of fellow, perhaps with more good than bad in me. At all
events, you can trust me?"
</P>

<P>
"I can trust you perfectly."
</P>

<P>
"And it ain't as if I wished you to go alone. Patty will be off her
head with delight when the thing is proposed to her."
</P>

<P>
"But how can I explain to her?"
</P>

<P>
"Don't attempt to. Leave her curiosity a good hard nut to crack. Simply
say you are off to Paris, and that if she'll go with you, you will bear
all her expenses."
</P>

<P>
"It's so difficult to believe that you are in earnest."
</P>

<P>
"You must somehow bring yourself to believe it. There will be a cheque
ready for you to-morrow morning, to take or refuse. If you take it, you
are bound in honour to leave England not later than&mdash;we'll say
Thursday. That you are to be trusted, I believe, just as firmly as you
believe it of me."
</P>

<P>
"I can't decide to-night."
</P>

<P>
"I can give you only till to-morrow morning. If I don't hear from you
by midday, I am gone."
</P>

<P>
"You shall hear from me&mdash;one way or the other."
</P>

<P>
"Then don't wait here any longer. It's after midnight, and Patty will
be alarmed about you. No, we won't shake hands; not that till we strike
a bargain."
</P>

<P>
Eve seemed about to walk away, but she hesitated and turned again.
</P>

<P>
"I will do as you wish&mdash;I will go."
</P>

<P>
"Excellent! Then speak of it to Patty as soon as possible, and tell me
what she says when we meet to-morrow&mdash;where and when you like."
</P>

<P>
"In this same place, at nine o'clock."
</P>

<P>
"So be it. I will bring the cheque."
</P>

<P>
"But I must be able to cash it at once."
</P>

<P>
"So you can. It will be on a London bank. I'll get the cash myself if
you like."
</P>

<P>
Then they shook hands and went in opposite directions.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap13"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XIII
</H3>

<P>
On the evening of the next day, just after he had lit his lamp,
Hilliard's attention was drawn by a sound as of someone tapping at the
window. He stood to listen, and the sound was repeated&mdash;an unmistakable
tap of fingers on the glass. In a moment he was out in the street,
where he discovered Patty Ringrose.
</P>

<P>
"Why didn't you come to see me?" she asked excitedly.
</P>

<P>
"I was afraid <I>she</I> might be there. Did she go to business, as usual?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. At least I suppose so. She only got home at the usual time. I've
left her there: I was bound to see you. Do you know what she told me
last night when she came in?"
</P>

<P>
"I dare say I could guess."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard began to walk down the street. Patty, keeping close at his
side, regarded him with glances of wonder.
</P>

<P>
"Is it true that we're going to Paris? I couldn't make out whether she
meant it, and this morning I couldn't get a word from her."
</P>

<P>
"Are you willing to go with her?"
</P>

<P>
"And have all my expenses paid?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course."
</P>

<P>
"I should think I am! But I daren't let my uncle and aunt know; there'd
be no end of bother. I shall have to make up some sort of tale to
satisfy my aunt, and get my things sent to the station while uncle's
playing billiards. How long is it for?"
</P>

<P>
"Impossible to say. Three months&mdash;half a year&mdash;I don't know. What about
Mr. Daily?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I've done with <I>him</I>!"
</P>

<P>
"And you are perfectly sure that you can get employment whenever you
need it?"
</P>

<P>
"Quite sure: no need to trouble about that. I'm very good friends with
aunt, and she'll take me in for as long as I want when I come back. But
it's easy enough for anybody like me to get a place. I've had two or
three offers the last half-year, from good shops where they were losing
their young ladies. We're always getting married, in our business, and
places have to be filled up."
</P>

<P>
"That settles it, then."
</P>

<P>
"But I want to know&mdash;I can't make it out&mdash;Eve won't tell me how she's
managing to go. Are <I>you</I> going to pay for her?"
</P>

<P>
"We won't talk of that, Patty. She's going; that's enough."
</P>

<P>
"You persuaded her, last night?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I persuaded her. And I am to hear by the first post in the
morning whether she will go to-morrow or Thursday. She'll arrange
things with you to-night, I should think."
</P>

<P>
"It didn't look like it. She's shut herself in her room."
</P>

<P>
"I can understand that. She is ill. That's why I'm getting her away
from London. Wait till we've been in Paris a few weeks, and you'll see
how she changes. At present she is downright ill&mdash;ill enough to go to
bed and be nursed, if that would do any good. It's your part to look
after her. I don't want you to be her servant."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I don't mind doing anything for her."
</P>

<P>
"No, because you are a very good sort of girl. You 'Ii live at a hotel,
and what you have to do is to make her enjoy herself. I shouldn't
wonder if you find it difficult at first, but we shall get her round
before long."
</P>

<P>
"I never thought there was anything the' matter with her."
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps not, but I understand her better. Of course you won't say a
word of this to her. You take it as a holiday&mdash;as good fun. No doubt I
shall be able to have a few words in private with you now and then. But
at other times we must talk as if nothing special had passed between
us."
</P>

<P>
Patty mused. The lightness of her step told in what a spirit of gaiety
she looked forward to the expedition.
</P>

<P>
"Do you think," she asked presently, "that it'll all come to an
end&mdash;what I told you of?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I think so."
</P>

<P>
"You didn't let her know that I'd been talking&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Of course not. And, as I don't want her to know that you've seen me
to-night, you had better stay no longer. She's sure to have something
to tell you to-night or to-morrow morning. Get your packing done, and
be ready at any moment. When I hear from Eve in the morning, I shall
send her a telegram. Most likely we sha'n't see each other again until
we meet at Charing Cross. I hope it may be tomorrow; but Thursday is
the latest."
</P>

<P>
So Patty took her departure, tripping briskly homeward. As for
Hilliard, he returned to his sitting-room, and was busy for some time
with the pencilling of computations in English and French money.
Towards midnight, he walked as far as High Street, and looked at the
windows above the music-shop. All was dark.
</P>

<P>
He rose very early next morning, and as post-time drew near he walked
about the street in agonies of suspense. He watched the letter-carrier
from house to house, followed him up, and saw him pass the number at
which he felt assured that he would deliver a letter. In frenzy of
disappointment a fierce oath burst from his lips.
</P>

<P>
"That's what comes of trusting a woman!&mdash;she is going to cheat me. She
has gained her end, and will put me off with excuses."
</P>

<P>
But perhaps a telegram would come. He made a pretence of breakfasting,
and paced his room for an hour like a caged animal. When the monotony
of circulating movement had all but stupefied him, he was awakened by a
double postman's knock at the front door, the signal that announces a
telegram.
</P>

<P>
Again from Patty, and again a request that he would come to the shop at
mid-day.
</P>

<P>
"Just as I foresaw&mdash;excuses&mdash;postponement. What woman ever had the
sense of honour!"
</P>

<P>
To get through the morning he drank&mdash;an occupation suggested by the
heat of the day, which blazed cloudless. The liquor did not cheer him,
but inspired a sullen courage, a reckless resolve. And in this frame of
mind he presented himself before Patty Ringrose.
</P>

<P>
"She can't go to-day," said Patty, with an air of concern. "You were
quite right&mdash;she is really ill."
</P>

<P>
"Has she gone out?"
</P>

<P>
"No, she's upstairs, lying on the bed. She says she has a dreadful
headache, and if you saw her you'd believe it. She looks shocking. It's
the second night she hasn't closed her eyes."
</P>

<P>
A savage jealousy was burning Hilliard's vitals. He had tried to make
light of the connection between Eve and that unknown man, even after
her extraordinary request for money, which all but confessedly she
wanted on his account. He had blurred the significance of such a
situation, persuading himself that neither was Eve capable of a great
passion, nor the man he had seen able to inspire one. Now he rushed to
the conviction that Eve had fooled him with a falsehood.
</P>

<P>
"Tell her this." He glared at Patty with eyes which made the girl
shrink in alarm. "If she isn't at Charing Cross Station by a quarter to
eleven to-morrow, there's an end of it. I shall be there, and shall go
on without her. It's her only chance."
</P>

<P>
"But if she really <I>can't</I>&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Then it's her misfortune&mdash;she must suffer for it. She goes to-morrow
or not at all. Can you make her understand that?"
</P>

<P>
"I'll tell her."
</P>

<P>
"Listen, Patty. If you bring her safe to the station to-morrow you
shall have a ten-pound note, to buy what you like in Paris."
</P>

<P>
The girl reddened, half in delight, half in shame.
</P>

<P>
"I don't want it&mdash;she shall come&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Very well; good-bye till to-morrow, or for good."
</P>

<P>
"No, no; she shall come."
</P>

<P>
He was drenched in perspiration, yet walked for a mile or two at his
topmost speed. Then a consuming thirst drove him into the nearest place
where drink was sold. At six o'clock he remembered that he had not
eaten since breakfast; he dined extravagantly, and afterwards fell
asleep in the smoking-room of the restaurant. A waiter with difficulty
aroused him, and persuaded him to try the effect of the evening air. An
hour later he sank in exhaustion on one of the benches near the river,
and there slept profoundly until stirred by a policeman.
</P>

<P>
"What's the time?" was his inquiry, as he looked up at the starry sky.
</P>

<P>
He felt for his watch, but no watch was discoverable. Together with the
gold chain it had disappeared.
</P>

<P>
"Damnation! someone has robbed me."
</P>

<P>
The policeman was sympathetic, but reproachful.
</P>

<P>
"Why do you go to sleep on the Embankment at this time of night? Lost
any money?"
</P>

<P>
Yes, his money too had flown; luckily, only a small sum. It was for the
loss of his watch and chain that he grieved; they had been worn for
years by his father, and on that account had a far higher value for him
than was represented by their mere cost.
</P>

<P>
As a matter of form, he supplied the police with information concerning
the theft. Of recovery there could be little hope.
</P>

<P>
Thoroughly awakened and sober, he walked across London to Gower Place
arriving in the light of dawn. Too spiritless to take off his clothing,
he lay upon the bed, and through the open window watched a great cloud
that grew rosy above the opposite houses.
</P>

<P>
Would Eve be at the place of meeting today? It seemed to him totally
indifferent whether she came or not; nay, he all but hoped that she
would not. He had been guilty of prodigious folly. The girl belonged to
another man; and even had it not been so, what was the use of flinging
away his money at this rate? Did he look for any reward correspondent
to the sacrifice? She would never love him, and it was not in his power
to complete the work he had begun, by freeing her completely from harsh
circumstances, setting her in a path of secure and pleasant life.
</P>

<P>
But she would not come, and so much the better. With only himself to
provide for he had still money enough to travel far. He would see
something of the great world, and leave his future to destiny.
</P>

<P>
He dozed for an hour or two.
</P>

<P>
Whilst he was at breakfast a letter arrived for him. He did not know
the handwriting on the envelope, but it must be Eve's. Yes. She wrote a
couple of lines: "I will be at the station to-morrow at a quarter to
eleven.&mdash;E. M."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap14"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XIV
</H3>

<P>
One travelling bag was all he carried. Some purchases that he had made
in London&mdash;especially the great work on French cathedrals&mdash;were already
despatched to Birmingham, to lie in the care of Robert Narramore.
</P>

<P>
He reached Charing Cross half an hour before train-time, and waited at
the entrance. Several cabs that drove up stirred his expectation only
to disappoint him. He was again in an anguish of fear lest Eve should
not come. A cab arrived, with two boxes of modest appearance. He
stepped forward and saw the girls' faces.
</P>

<P>
Between him and Eve not a word passed. They avoided each other's look.
Patty, excited and confused, shook hands with him.
</P>

<P>
"Go on to the platform," he said. "I'll see after everything. This is
all the luggage?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. One box is mine, and one Eve's. I had to face it out with the
people at home," she added, between laughing and crying. "They think
I'm going to the seaside, to stay with Eve till she gets better. I
never told so many fibs in my life. Uncle stormed at me, but I don't
care."
</P>

<P>
"All right; go on to the platform."
</P>

<P>
Eve was already walking in that direction. Undeniably she looked ill;
her step was languid; she did not raise her eyes. Hilliard, when he had
taken tickets and booked the luggage through to Paris, approached his
travelling companions. Seeing him, Eve turned away.
</P>

<P>
"I shall go in a smoking compartment," he said to Patty. "You had
better take your tickets."
</P>

<P>
"But when shall we see you again?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, at Dover, of course."
</P>

<P>
"Will it be rough, do you think? I do wish Eve would talk. I can't get
a word out of her. It makes it all so miserable, when we might be
enjoying ourselves."
</P>

<P>
"Don't trouble: leave her to herself. I'll get you some papers."
</P>

<P>
On returning from the bookstall, he slipped loose silver into Patty's
hands.
</P>

<P>
"Use that if you want anything on the journey. And&mdash;I haven't forgot my
promise."
</P>

<P>
"Nonsense!"
</P>

<P>
"Go and take your places now: there's only ten minutes to wait."
</P>

<P>
He watched them as they passed the harrier. Neither of the girls was
dressed very suitably for travelling; but Eve's costume resembled that
of a lady, while Patty's might suggest that she was a lady's-maid. As
if to confirm this distinction, Patty had burdened herself with several
small articles, whereas her friend carried only a sunshade. They
disappeared among people upon the platform. In a few minutes Hilliard
followed, glanced along the carriages till he saw where the girls were
seated, and took his own place. He wore a suit which had been new on
his first arrival in London, good enough in quality and cut to give his
features the full value of their intelligence; a brown felt hat, a
russet necktie, a white flannel shirt. Finding himself with a talkative
neighbour in the carriage, he chatted freely. As soon as the train had
started, he lit his pipe and tasted the tobacco with more relish than
for a long time.
</P>

<P>
On board the steamer Eve kept below from first to last. Patty walked
the deck with Hilliard, and vastly to her astonishment, achieved the
voyage without serious discomfort. Hilliard himself, with the sea wind
in his nostrils, recovered that temper of buoyant satisfaction which
had accompanied his first escape from London. He despised the weak
misgivings and sordid calculations of yesterday. Here he was, on a
Channel steamer, bearing away from disgrace and wretchedness the woman
whom his heart desired. Wild as the project had seemed to him when
first he conceived it, he had put it into execution. The moment was
worth living for. Whatever the future might keep in store for him of
dreary, toilsome, colourless existence, the retrospect would always
show him this patch of purple&mdash;a memory precious beyond all the
possible results of prudence and narrow self-regard.
</P>

<P>
The little she-Cockney by his side entertained him with the flow of her
chatter; it had the advantage of making him feel a travelled man.
</P>

<P>
"I didn't cross this way when I came before," he explained to her.
"From Newhaven it's a much longer voyage."
</P>

<P>
"You like the sea, then?"
</P>

<P>
"I chose it because it was cheaper&mdash;that's all."
</P>

<P>
"Yet you're so extravagant now," remarked Patty, with eyes that
confessed admiration of this quality.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, because I am rich," he answered gaily. "Money is nothing to me."
</P>

<P>
"Are you really rich? Eve said you weren't."
</P>

<P>
"Did she?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't mean she said it in a disagreeable way. It was last night. She
thought you were wasting your money upon us."
</P>

<P>
"If I choose to waste it, why not? Isn't there a pleasure in doing as
you like?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, of course there is," Patty assented. "I only wish I had the
chance. But it's awfully jolly, this! Who'd have thought, a week ago,
that I should be going to Paris? I have a feeling all the time that I
shall wake up and find I've been dreaming."
</P>

<P>
"Suppose you go down and see whether Eve wants anything? You needn't
say I sent you."
</P>

<P>
From Calais to Paris he again travelled apart from the girls. Fatigue
overcame him, and for the last hour or two he slept, with the result
that, on alighting at the Gare du Nord, he experienced a decided
failure of spirits. Happily, there was nothing before him but to carry
out a plan already elaborated. With the aid of his guide-book he had
selected an hotel which seemed suitable for the girls, one where
English was spoken, and thither he drove with them from the station.
The choice of their rooms, and the settlement of details took only a
few minutes; then, for almost the first time since leaving Charing
Cross, he spoke to Eve.
</P>

<P>
"Patty will do everything she can for you," he said; "I shall be not
very far away, and you can always send me a message if you wish.
To-morrow morning I shall come at about ten to ask how you are&mdash;nothing
more than that&mdash;unless you care to go anywhere."
</P>

<P>
The only reply was "Thank you," in a weary tone. And so, having taken
his leave he set forth to discover a considerably less expensive
lodging for himself. In this, after his earlier acquaintance with
Paris, he had no difficulty; by half-past eight his business was done,
and he sat down to dinner at a cheap restaurant. A headache spoilt his
enjoyment of the meal. After a brief ramble about the streets, he went
home and got into a bed which was rather too short for him, but
otherwise promised sufficient comfort.
</P>

<P>
The first thing that came into his mind when he awoke next morning was
that he no longer possessed a watch; the loss cast a gloom upon him.
But he had slept well, and a flood of sunshine that streamed over his
scantily carpeted floor, together with gladly remembered sounds from
the street, soon put him into an excellent humour. He sprang tip,
partly dressed himself, and unhasped the window. The smell of Paris had
become associated in his mind with thoughts of liberty; a grotesque
dance about the bed-room expressed his joy.
</P>

<P>
As he anticipated, Patty alone received him when he called upon the
girls. She reported that Eve felt unable to rise.
</P>

<P>
"What do you think about her?" he asked. "Nothing serious, is it?"
</P>

<P>
"She can't get rid of her headache."
</P>

<P>
"Let her rest as long as she likes. Are you comfortable here?"
</P>

<P>
Patty was in ecstasies with everything, and chattered on breathlessly.
She wished to go out; Eve had no need of her&mdash;indeed had told her that
above all she wished to be left alone.
</P>

<P>
"Get ready, then," said Hilliard, "and we'll have an hour or two."
</P>

<P>
They walked to the Madeleine and rode thence on the top of a tram-car
to the Bastille. By this time Patty had come to regard her strange
companion in a sort of brotherly light; no restraint whatever appeared
in her conversation with him. Eve, she told him, had talked French with
the chambermaid.
</P>

<P>
"And I fancy it was something she didn't want <I>me</I> to understand."
</P>

<P>
"Why should you think so?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, something in the way the girl looked at me."
</P>

<P>
"No, no; you were mistaken. She only wanted to show that she knew some
French."
</P>

<P>
But Hilliard wondered whether Patty could be right. Was it not possible
that Eve had gratified her vanity by representing her friend as a
servant&mdash;a lady's-maid? Yet why should he attribute such a fault to
her? It was an odd thing that he constantly regarded Eve in the least
favourable light, giving weight to all the ill he conjectured in her,
and minimising those features of her character which, at the beginning,
he had been prepared to observe with sympathy and admiration. For a man
in love his reflections followed a very unwonted course. And, indeed,
he had never regarded his love as of very high or pure quality; it was
something that possessed him and constrained him&mdash;by no means a source
of elevating emotion.
</P>

<P>
"Do you like Eve?" he asked abruptly, disregarding some trivial
question Patty had put to him.
</P>

<P>
"Like her? Of course I do."
</P>

<P>
"And <I>why</I> do you like her?"
</P>

<P>
"Why?&mdash;ah&mdash;I don't know. Because I do."
</P>

<P>
And she laughed foolishly.
</P>

<P>
"Does Eve like <I>you</I>?" Hilliard continued.
</P>

<P>
"I think she does. Else I don't see why she kept up with me."
</P>

<P>
"Has she ever done you any kindness?"
</P>

<P>
"I'm sure I don't know. Nothing particular. She never gave anything, if
you mean that. But she has paid for me at theatres and so on."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard quitted the subject.
</P>

<P>
"If you like to go out alone," he told her before they parted, "there's
no reason why you shouldn't&mdash;just as you do in London. Remember the way
back, that's all, and don't be out late. And you'll want some French
money."
</P>

<P>
"But I don't understand it, and how can I buy anything when I can't
speak a word?"
</P>

<P>
"All the same, take that and keep it till you are able to make use of
it. It's what I promised you."
</P>

<P>
Patty drew back her hand, but her objections were not difficult to
overcome.
</P>

<P>
"I dare say," Hilliard continued, "Eve doesn't understand the money
much better than you do. But she'll soon be well enough to talk, and
then I shall explain everything to her. On this piece of paper is my
address; please let Eve have it. I shall call to-morrow morning again."
</P>

<P>
He did so, and this time found Eve, as well as her companion, ready to
go out. No remark or inquiry concerning her health passed his lips; he
saw that she was recovering from the crisis she had passed through,
whatever its real nature. Eve shook hands with him, and smiled, though
as if discharging an obligation.
</P>

<P>
"Can you spare time to show us something of Paris?" she asked.
</P>

<P>
"I am your official guide. Make use of me whenever it pleases you."
</P>

<P>
"I don't feel able to go very far. Isn't there some place where we
could sit down in the open air?"
</P>

<P>
A carriage was summoned, and they drove to the Fields Elysian. Eve
benefited by the morning thus spent. She left to Patty most of the
conversation, but occasionally made inquiries, and began to regard
things with a healthy interest. The next day they all visited the
Louvre, for a light rain was falling, and here Hilliard found an
opportunity of private talk with Eve; they sat together whilst Patty,
who cared little for pictures, looked out of a window at the Seine.
</P>

<P>
"Do you like the hotel I chose?" he began.
</P>

<P>
"Everything is very nice."
</P>

<P>
"And you are not sorry to be here?"
</P>

<P>
"Not in one way. In another I can't understand how I come to be here at
all."
</P>

<P>
"Your physician has ordered it."
</P>

<P>
"Yes&mdash;so I suppose it's all right."
</P>

<P>
"There's one thing I'm obliged to speak of. Do you understand French
money?"
</P>

<P>
Eve averted her face, and spoke after a slight delay.
</P>

<P>
"I can easily learn."
</P>

<P>
"Yes. You shall take this Paris guide home with you. You'll find all
information of that sort in it. And I shall give you an envelope
containing money&mdash;just for your private use. You have nothing to do
with the charges at the hotel."
</P>

<P>
"I've brought it on myself; but I feel more ashamed than I can tell
you."
</P>

<P>
"If you tried to tell me I shouldn't listen. What you have to do now is
to get well. Very soon you and Patty will be able to find your way
about together; then I shall only come with you when you choose to
invite me. You have my address."
</P>

<P>
He rose and broke off the dialogue.
</P>

<P>
For a week or more Eve's behaviour in his company underwent little
change. In health she decidedly improved, but Hilliard always found her
reserved, coldly amicable, with an occasional suggestion of forced
humility which he much disliked. From Patty he learnt that she went
about a good deal and seemed to enjoy herself.
</P>

<P>
"We don't always go together," said the girl. "Yesterday and the day
before Eve was away by herself all the afternoon. Of course she can get
on all right with her French. She takes to Paris as if she'd lived here
for years."
</P>

<P>
On the day after, Hilliard received a postcard in which Eve asked him
to be in a certain room of the Louvre at twelve o'clock. He kept the
appointment, and found Eve awaiting him alone.
</P>

<P>
"I wanted to ask whether you would mind if we left the hotel and went
to live at another place?"
</P>

<P>
He heard her with surprise.
</P>

<P>
"You are not comfortable?"
</P>

<P>
"Quite. But I have been to see my friend Mdlle. Roche&mdash;you remember.
And she has shown me how we can live very comfortably at a quarter of
what it costs now, in the same house where she has a room. I should
like to change, if you'll let me."
</P>

<P>
"Pooh! You're not to think of the cost&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Whether I am to or not, I do, and can't help myself. I know the hotel
is fearfully expensive, and I shall like the other place much better.
Miss Roche is a very nice girl, and she was glad to see me; and if I'm
near her, I shall get all sorts of advantages&mdash;in French, and so on."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard wondered what accounts of herself Eve had rendered to the
Parisienne, but he did not venture to ask.
</P>

<P>
"Will Patty like it as well?"
</P>

<P>
"Just as well. Miss Roche speaks English, you know, and they'll get on
very well together."
</P>

<P>
"Where is the place?"
</P>

<P>
"Rather far off&mdash;towards the Jardin des Plantes. But I don't think that
would matter, would it?"
</P>

<P>
"I leave it entirely to you."
</P>

<P>
"Thank you," she answered, with that intonation he did not like. "Of
course, if you would like to meet Miss Roche, you can."
</P>

<P>
"We'll think about it. It's enough that she's an old friend of yours."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap15"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XV
</H3>

<P>
When this change had been made Eve seemed to throw off a burden. She
met Hilliard with something like the ease of manner, the frank
friendliness, which marked her best moods in their earlier intercourse.
At a restaurant dinner, to which he persuaded her in company with
Patty, she was ready in cheerful talk, and an expedition to Versailles,
some days after, showed her radiant with the joy of sunshine and
movement. Hilliard could not but wonder at the success of his
prescription.
</P>

<P>
He did not visit the girls in their new abode, and nothing more was
said of his making the acquaintance of Mdlle. Roche. Meetings were
appointed by post-card&mdash;always in Patty's hand if the initiative were
female; they took place three or four times a week. As it was now
necessary for Eve to make payments on her own account, Hilliard
despatched to her by post a remittance in paper money, and of this no
word passed between them. Three weeks later he again posted the same
sum. On the morrow they went by river to St. Cloud&mdash;it was always a
trio, Hilliard never making any other proposal&mdash;and the steam-boat
afforded Eve an opportunity of speaking with her generous friend apart.
</P>

<P>
"I don't want this money," she said, giving him an envelope. "What you
sent before isn't anything like finished. There's enough for a month
more."
</P>

<P>
"Keep it all the same. I won't have any pinching."
</P>

<P>
"There's nothing of the kind. If I don't have my way in this I shall go
back to London."
</P>

<P>
He put the envelope in his pocket, and stood silent, with eyes fixed on
the river bank.
</P>

<P>
"How long do you intend us to stay?" asked Eve.
</P>

<P>
"As long as you find pleasure here."
</P>

<P>
"And&mdash;what am I to do afterwards?"
</P>

<P>
He glanced at her.
</P>

<P>
"A holiday must come to an end," she added, trying, but without
success, to meet his look.
</P>

<P>
"I haven't given any thought to that," said Hilliard, carelessly;
"there's plenty of time. It will be fine weather for many weeks yet."
</P>

<P>
"But I have been thinking about it. I should be crazy if I didn't."
</P>

<P>
"Tell me your thoughts, then."
</P>

<P>
"Should you be satisfied if I got a place at Birmingham?"
</P>

<P>
There again Was the note of self-abasement. It irritated the listener.
</P>

<P>
"Why do you put it in that way? There's no question of what satisfies
me, but of what is good for you."
</P>

<P>
"Then I think it had better be Birmingham."
</P>

<P>
"Very well. It's understood that when we leave Paris we go there."
</P>

<P>
A silence. Then Eve asked abruptly:
</P>

<P>
"You will go as well?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I shall go back."
</P>

<P>
"And what becomes of your determination to enjoy life as long as you
can?"
</P>

<P>
"I'm carrying it out. I shall go back satisfied, at all events."
</P>

<P>
"And return to your old work?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't know. It depends on all sorts of things. We won't talk of it
just yet."
</P>

<P>
Patty approached, and Hilliard turned to her with a bright, jesting
face.
</P>

<P>
Midway in August, on his return home one afternoon, the concierge let
him know that two English gentlemen had been inquiring for him; one of
them had left a card. With surprise and pleasure Hilliard read the name
of Robert Narramore, and beneath it, written in pencil, an invitation
to dine that evening at a certain hotel in the Rue de Provence. As
usual, Narramore had neglected the duties of a correspondent; this was
the first announcement of his intention to be in Paris. Who the second
man might be Hilliard could not conjecture.
</P>

<P>
He arrived at the hotel, and found Narramore in company with a man of
about the same age, his name Birching, to Hilliard a stranger. They had
reached Paris this morning, and would remain only for a day or two, as
their purpose was towards the Alps.
</P>

<P>
"I couldn't stand this heat," remarked Narramore, who, in the very
lightest of tourist garbs, sprawled upon a divan, and drank something
iced out of a tall tumbler. "We shouldn't have stopped here at all if
it hadn't been for you. The idea is that you should go on with us."
</P>

<P>
"Can't&mdash;impossible&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Why, what are you doing here&mdash;besides roasting?"
</P>

<P>
"Eating and drinking just what suits my digestion."
</P>

<P>
"You look pretty fit&mdash;a jolly sight better than when we met last. All
the same, you will go on with us. We won't argue it now; it's
dinner-time. Wait till afterwards."
</P>

<P>
At table, Narramore mentioned that his friend Birching was an architect.
</P>

<P>
"Just what this fellow ought to have been," he said, indicating
Hilliard. "Architecture is his hobby. I believe he could sit down and
draw to scale a front elevation of any great cathedral in
Europe&mdash;couldn't you, Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
Laughing the joke aside, Hilliard looked with interest at Mr. Birching,
and began to talk with him. The three young men consumed a good deal of
wine, and after dinner strolled about the streets, until Narramore's
fatigue and thirst brought them to a pause at a cafe on the Boulevard
des Italiens. Birching presently moved apart, to reach a newspaper, and
remained out of earshot while Narramore talked with his other friend.
</P>

<P>
"What's going on?" he began. "What are you doing here? Seriously, I
want you to go along with us. Birching is a very good sort of chap, but
just a trifle heavy&mdash;takes things rather solemnly for such hot weather.
Is it the expense? Hang it! You and I know each other well enough, and,
thanks to my old uncle&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Never mind that, old boy," interposed Hilliard. "How long are you
going for?"
</P>

<P>
"I can't very well be away for more than three weeks. The brass
bedsteads, you know&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard agreed to join in the tour.
</P>

<P>
"That's right: I've been looking forward to it," said his friend
heartily. "And now, haven't you anything to tell me? Are you alone
here? Then, what the deuce do you do with yourself?"
</P>

<P>
"Chiefly meditate."
</P>

<P>
"You're the rummest fellow I ever knew. I've wanted to write to you,
but&mdash;hang it!&mdash;what with hot weather and brass bedsteads, and this and
that&mdash;&mdash;Now, what <I>are</I> you going to do? Your money won't last for
ever. Haven't you any projects? It was no good talking about it before
you left Dudley. I saw that. You were all but fit for a lunatic asylum,
and no wonder. But you've pulled round, I see. Never saw you looking in
such condition. What is to be the next move?"
</P>

<P>
"I have no idea."
</P>

<P>
"Well, now, <I>I</I> have. This fellow Birching is partner with his brother,
in Brum, and they're tolerably flourishing. I've thought of you ever
since I came to know him; I think it was chiefly on your account that I
got thick with him&mdash;though there was another reason I'll tell you about
that some time. Now, why shouldn't you go into their office? Could you
manage to pay a small premium? I believe I could square it with them. I
haven't said anything. I never hurry&mdash;like things to ripen naturally.
Suppose you saw your way, in a year or two, to make only as much in an
architect's office as you did in that&mdash;&mdash;machine-shop, wouldn't it be
worth while?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard mused. Already he had a flush on his cheek, but his eyes
sensibly brightened.
</P>

<P>
"Yes," he said at length with deliberation. "It would be worth while."
</P>

<P>
"So I should think. Well, wait till you've got to be a bit chummy with
Birching. I think you'll suit each other. Let him see that you do
really know something about architecture&mdash;there'll be plenty of
chances."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard, still musing, repeated with mechanical emphasis:
</P>

<P>
"Yes, it would be worth while."
</P>

<P>
Then Narramore called to Birching, and the talk became general again.
</P>

<P>
The next morning they drove about Paris, all together. Narramore,
though it was his first visit to the city, declined to see anything
which demanded exertion, and the necessity for quenching his thirst
recurred with great frequency. Early in the afternoon he proposed that
they should leave Paris that very evening.
</P>

<P>
"I want to see a mountain with snow on it. We're bound to travel by
night, and another day of this would settle me. Any objection,
Birching?"
</P>

<P>
The architect agreed, and time-tables were consulted. Hilliard drove
home to pack. When this was finished, he sat down and wrote a letter:
</P>

<BR>

<P CLASS="letter">
"DEAR MISS MADELEY,&mdash;My friend Narramore is here, and has persuaded me
to go to Switzerland with him. I shall be away for a week or two, and
will let you hear from me in the meantime. Narramore says I am looking
vastly better, and it is you I have to thank for this. Without you, my
attempts at 'enjoying life' would have been a poor business. We start
in an hour or two,&mdash;Yours ever,
<BR><BR>
"MAURICE HILLIARD."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap16"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XVI
</H3>

<P>
He was absent for full three weeks, and arrived with his friends at the
Gare de Lyon early one morning of September. Narramore and the
architect delayed only for a meal, and pursued their journey homeward;
Hilliard returned to his old quarters despatched a post-card asking Eve
and Patty to dine with him that evening, and thereupon went to bed,
where for some eight hours he slept the sleep of healthy fatigue.
</P>

<P>
The place he had appointed for meeting with the girls was at the foot
of the Boulevard St. Michel. Eve came alone.
</P>

<P>
"And where's Patty?" he asked, grasping her hand heartily in return for
the smile of unfeigned pleasure with which she welcomed him.
</P>

<P>
"Ah, where indeed? Getting near to Charing Cross by now, I think."
</P>

<P>
"She has gone back?"
</P>

<P>
"Went this very morning, before I had your card&mdash;let us get out of the
way of people. She has been dreadfully home-sick. About a fortnight ago
a mysterious letter came for her she hid it away from me. A few days
after another came, and she shut herself up for a long time, and when
she came out again I saw she had been crying. Then we talked it over.
She had written to Mr. Dally and got an answer that made her miserable;
that was the <I>first</I> letter. She wrote again, and had a reply that made
her still more wretched; and that was the <I>second</I>. Two or three more
came, and yesterday she could bear it no longer."
</P>

<P>
"Then she has gone home to make it up with him?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course. He declared that she has utterly lost her character and
that no honest man could have anything more to say to her! I shouldn't
wonder if they are married in a few weeks' time."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard laughed light-heartedly.
</P>

<P>
"I was to beg you on my knees to forgive her," pursued Eve. "But I
can't very well do that in the middle of the street, can I? Really, she
thinks she has behaved disgracefully to you. She wouldn't write a
letter&mdash;she was ashamed. 'Tell him to forget all about me!' she kept
saying."
</P>

<P>
"Good little girl! And what sort of a husband will this fellow Dally
make her?"
</P>

<P>
"No worse than husbands in general, I dare say&mdash;but how well you look!
How you must have been enjoying yourself!"
</P>

<P>
"I can say exactly the same about you!"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, but you are sunburnt, and look quite a different man!"
</P>

<P>
"And you have an exquisite colour in your cheeks, and eyes twice as
bright as they used to be; and one would think you had never known a
care."
</P>

<P>
"I feel almost like that," said Eve, laughing.
</P>

<P>
He tried to meet her eyes; she eluded him.
</P>

<P>
"I have an Alpine hunger; where shall we dine?"
</P>

<P>
The point called for no long discussion, and presently they were seated
in the cool restaurant. Whilst he nibbled an olive, Hilliard ran over
the story of his Swiss tour.
</P>

<P>
"If only <I>you</I> had been there! It was the one thing lacking."
</P>

<P>
"You wouldn't have enjoyed yourself half so much. You amused me by your
description of Mr. Narramore, in the letter from Geneva."
</P>

<P>
"The laziest rascal born! But the best-tempered, the easiest to live
with. A thoroughly good fellow; I like him better than ever. Of course
he is improved by coming in for money&mdash;who wouldn't be, that has any
good in him at all? But it amazes me that he can be content to go back
to Birmingham and his brass bedsteads. Sheer lack of energy, I suppose.
He'll grow dreadfully fat, I fear, and by when he becomes really a rich
man&mdash;it's awful to think of."
</P>

<P>
Eve asked many questions about Narramore; his image gave mirthful
occupation to her fancy. The dinner went merrily on, and when the black
coffee was set before them:
</P>

<P>
"Why not have it outside?" said Eve. "You would like to smoke, I know."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard assented, and they seated themselves under the awning. The
boulevard glowed in a golden light of sunset; the sound of its traffic
was subdued to a lulling rhythm.
</P>

<P>
"There's a month yet before the leaves will begin to fall," murmured
the young man, when he had smoked awhile in silence.
</P>

<P>
"Yes," was the answer. "I shall be glad to have a little summer still
in Birmingham."
</P>

<P>
"Do you wish to go?"
</P>

<P>
"I shall go to-morrow, or the day after," Eve replied quietly.
</P>

<P>
Then again there came silence.
</P>

<P>
"Something has been proposed to me," said Hilliard, at length, leaning
forward with his elbows upon the table. "I mentioned that our friend
Birching is an architect. He's in partnership with his brother, a much
older man. Well, they nave offered to take me into their office if I
pay a premium of fifty guineas. As soon as I can qualify myself to be
of use to them, they'll give me a salary. And I shall have the chance
of eventually doing much better than I ever could at the old grind,
where, in fact, I had no prospect whatever."
</P>

<P>
"That's very good news," Eve remarked, gazing across the street.
</P>

<P>
"You think I ought to accept?"
</P>

<P>
"I suppose you can pay the fifty guineas, and still leave yourself
enough to live upon?"
</P>

<P>
"Enough till I earn something," Hilliard answered with a smile.
</P>

<P>
"Then I should think there's no doubt."
</P>

<P>
"The question is this&mdash;are you perfectly willing to go back to
Birmingham?"
</P>

<P>
"I'm <I>anxious</I> to go."
</P>

<P>
"You feel quite restored to health?"
</P>

<P>
"I was never so well in my life."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard looked into her face, and could easily believe that she spoke
the truth. His memory would no longer recall the photograph in Mrs.
Brewer's album; the living Eve, with her progressive changes of
countenance, had obliterated that pale image of her bygone self. He saw
her now as a beautiful woman, mysterious to him still in many respects,
yet familiar as though they had been friends for years.
</P>

<P>
"Then, whatever life is before me," he said. "I shall have done <I>one</I>
thing that is worth doing."
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps&mdash;if everyone's life is worth saving," Eve answered in a voice
just audible.
</P>

<P>
"Everyone's is not; but yours was."
</P>

<P>
Two men who had been sitting not far from them rose and walked away. As
if more at her ease for this secession, Eve looked at her companion,
and said in a tone of intimacy:
</P>

<P>
"How I must have puzzled you when you first saw me in London!"
</P>

<P>
He answered softly:
</P>

<P>
"To be sure you did. And the thought of it puzzles me still."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, but can't you understand? No; of course you can't&mdash;I have told you
so little. Just give me an idea of what sort of person you expected to
find."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I will. Judging from your portrait, and from what I was told of
you, I looked for a sad, solitary, hard-working girl&mdash;rather poorly
dressed&mdash;taking no pleasure&mdash;going much to chapel&mdash;shrinking from the
ordinary world."
</P>

<P>
"And you felt disappointed?"
</P>

<P>
"At first, yes; or, rather, bewildered&mdash;utterly unable to understand
you."
</P>

<P>
"You are disappointed still?" she asked.
</P>

<P>
"I wouldn't have you anything but what you are."
</P>

<P>
"Still, that other girl was the one you <I>wished</I> to meet."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, before I had seen you. It was the sort of resemblance between her
life and my own. I thought of sympathy between us. And the face of the
portrait&mdash;but I see better things in the face that is looking at me
now."
</P>

<P>
"Don't be quite sure of that&mdash;yes, perhaps. It's better to be healthy,
and enjoy life, than broken-spirited and hopeless. The strange thing is
that you were right&mdash;you fancied me just the kind of a girl I was: sad
and solitary, and shrinking from people&mdash;true enough. And I went to
chapel, and got comfort from it&mdash;as I hope to do again. Don't think
that I have no religion. But I was so unhealthy, and suffered so in
every way. Work and anxiety without cease, from when I was twelve years
old. You know all about my father? If I hadn't been clever at figures,
what would have become of me? I should have drudged at some wretched
occupation until the work and the misery of everything killed me."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard listened intently, his eyes never stirring from her face.
</P>

<P>
"The change in me began when father came back to us, and I began to
feel my freedom. Then I wanted to get away, and to live by myself. I
thought of London&mdash;I've told you how much I always thought of
London&mdash;but I hadn't the courage to go there. In Birmingham I began to
change my old habits; but more in what I thought than what I did. I
wished to enjoy myself like other girls, but I couldn't. For one thing,
I thought it wicked; and then I was so afraid of spending a penny&mdash;I
had so often known what it was to be in want of a copper to buy food.
So I lived quite alone; sat in my room every evening and read books.
You could hardly believe what a number of books I read in that year.
Sometimes I didn't go to bed till two or three o'clock."
</P>

<P>
"What sort of books?"
</P>

<P>
"I got them from the Free Library&mdash;books of all kinds; not only novels.
I've never been particularly fond of novels; they always made me feel
my own lot all the harder. I never could understand what people mean
when they say that reading novels takes them 'out of themselves.' It
was never so with me. I liked travels and lives of people, and books
about the stars. Why do you laugh?"
</P>

<P>
"You escaped from yourself <I>there</I>, at all events."
</P>

<P>
"At last I saw an advertisement in a newspaper&mdash;a London paper in the
reading-room&mdash;which I was tempted to answer; and I got an engagement in
London. When the time came for starting I was so afraid and
low-spirited that I all but gave it up. I should have done, if I could
have known what was before me. The first year in London was all
loneliness and ill-health. I didn't make a friend, and I starved
myself, all to save money. Out of my pound a week I saved several
shillings&mdash;just because it was the habit of my whole life to pinch and
pare and deny myself. I was obliged to dress decently, and that came
out of my food. It's certain I must have a very good constitution to
have gone through all that and be as well as I am to-day."
</P>

<P>
"It will never come again," said Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"How can I be sure of that? I told you once before that I'm often in
dread of the future. It would be ever so much worse, after knowing what
it means to enjoy one's life. How do people feel who are quite sure
they can never want as long as they live? I have tried to imagine it,
but I can't; it would be too wonderful."
</P>

<P>
"You may know it some day."
</P>

<P>
Eve reflected.
</P>

<P>
"It was Patty Ringrose," she continued, "who taught me to take life
more easily. I was astonished to find how much enjoyment she could get
out of an hour or two of liberty, with sixpence to spend. She did me
good by laughing at me, and in the end I astonished <I>her</I>. Wasn't it
natural that I should be reckless as soon as I got the chance?"
</P>

<P>
"I begin to understand."
</P>

<P>
"The chance came in this way. One Sunday morning I went by myself to
Hampstead, and as I was wandering about on the Heath I kicked against
something. It was a cash-box, which I saw couldn't have been lying
there very long. I found it had been broken open, and inside it were a
lot of letters&mdash;old letters in envelopes; nothing else. The addresses
on the envelopes were all the same&mdash;to a gentleman living at Hampstead.
I thought the best I could do was to go and inquire for this address;
and I found it, and rang the door-bell. When I told the servant what I
wanted&mdash;it was a large house&mdash;she asked me to come in, and after I had
waited a little she took me into a library, where a gentleman was
sitting. I had to answer a good many questions, and the man talked
rather gruffly to me. When he had made a note of my name and where I
lived, he said that I should hear from him, and so I went away. Of
course I hoped to have a reward, but for two or three days I heard
nothing; then, when I was at business, someone asked to see me&mdash;a man I
didn't know. He said he had come from Mr. So and So, the gentleman at
Hampstead, and had brought something for me&mdash;four five-pound notes. The
cash-box had been stolen by someone, with other things, the night
before I found it, and the letters in it, which disappointed the thief,
had a great value for their owner. All sorts of inquiries had been made
about me and no doubt I very nearly got into the hands of the police,
but it was all right, and I had twenty pounds reward. Think! twenty
pounds!"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard nodded.
</P>

<P>
"I told no one about it&mdash;not even Patty. And I put the money into the
Post Office savings bank. I meant it to stay there till I might be in
need; but I thought of it day and night. And only a fortnight after, my
employers shut up their place of business, and I had nothing to do. All
one night I lay awake, and when I got up in the morning I felt as if I
was no longer my old self. I saw everything in a different way&mdash;felt
altogether changed. I had made up my mind not to look for a new place,
but to take my money out of the Post Office&mdash;I had more than
twenty-five pounds there altogether&mdash;and spend it for my pleasure. It
was just as if something had enraged me, and I was bent on avenging
myself. All that day I walked about the town, looking at shops, and
thinking what I should like to buy: but I only spent a shilling or two,
for meals. The next day I bought some new clothing. The day after that
I took Patty to the theatre, and astonished her by my extravagance; but
I gave her no explanation, and to this day she doesn't understand how I
got my money. In a sort of way, I <I>did</I> enjoy myself. For one thing, I
took a subscription at Mudie's, and began to read once more. You can't
think how it pleased me to get my books&mdash;new books&mdash;where rich people
do. I changed a volume about every other day&mdash;I had so many hours I
didn't know what to do with. Patty was the only friend I had made, so I
took her about with me whenever she could get away in the evening."
</P>

<P>
"Yet never once dined at a restaurant," remarked Hilliard, laughing.
"There's the difference between man and woman."
</P>

<P>
"My ideas of extravagance were very modest, after all."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard, fingering his coffee-cup, said in a lower voice:
</P>

<P>
"Yet you haven't told me everything."
</P>

<P>
Eve looked away, and kept silence.
</P>

<P>
"By the time I met you"&mdash;he spoke in his ordinary tone&mdash;"you had begun
to grow tired of it."
</P>

<P>
"Yes&mdash;and&mdash;&mdash;" She rose. "We won't sit here any longer."
</P>

<P>
When they had walked for a few minutes:
</P>

<P>
"How long shall you stay in Paris?" she asked.
</P>

<P>
"Won't you let me travel with you?"
</P>

<P>
"I do whatever you wish," Eve answered simply.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap17"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XVII
</H3>

<P>
Her accent of submission did not affect Hilliard as formerly; with a
nervous thrill, he felt that she spoke as her heart dictated. In his
absence Eve had come to regard him, if not with the feeling he desired,
with something that resembled it; he read the change in her eyes. As
they walked slowly away she kept nearer to him than of wont; now and
then her arm touched his, and the contact gave him a delicious
sensation. Askance he observed her figure, its graceful, rather
languid, movement; to-night she had a new power over him, and excited
with a passion which made his earlier desires seem spiritless.
</P>

<P>
"One day more of Paris?" he asked softly.
</P>

<P>
"Wouldn't it be better&mdash;&mdash;?" she hesitated in the objection.
</P>

<P>
"Do you wish to break the journey in London?"
</P>

<P>
"No; let us go straight on."
</P>

<P>
"To-morrow, then?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't think we ought to put it off. The holiday is over."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard nodded with satisfaction. An incident of the street occupied
them for a few minutes, and their serious conversation was only resumed
when they had crossed to the south side of the river, where they turned
eastwards and went along the quays.
</P>

<P>
"Till I can find something to do," Eve said at length, "I shall live at
Dudley. Father will be very glad to have me there. He wished me to stay
longer."
</P>

<P>
"I am wondering whether it is really necessary for you to go back to
your drudgery."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, of course it is," she answered quickly. "I mustn't be idle. That's
the very worst thing for me. And how am I to live?"
</P>

<P>
"I have still plenty of money," said Hilliard, regarding her.
</P>

<P>
"No more than you will need."
</P>

<P>
"But think&mdash;how little more it costs for two than for one&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He spoke in spite of himself, having purposed no such suggestion. Eve
quickened her step.
</P>

<P>
"No, no, no! You have a struggle before you; you don't know what&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"And if it would make it easier for me?&mdash;there's no real doubt about my
getting on well enough&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Everything is doubtful." She spoke in a voice of agitation. "We can't
see a day before us. We have arranged everything very well&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard was looking across the river. He walked more and more slowly,
and turned at length to stand by the parapet. His companion remained
apart from him, waiting. But he did not turn towards her again, and she
moved to his side.
</P>

<P>
"I know how ungrateful I must seem." She spoke without looking at him.
"I have no right to refuse anything after all you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Don't say that," he interrupted impatiently. "That's the one thing I
shall never like to think of."
</P>

<P>
"I shall think of it always, and be glad to remember it&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Come nearer&mdash;give me your hand&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Holding it, he drew her against his side, and they stood in silence
looking upon the Seine, now dark beneath the clouding night.
</P>

<P>
"I can't feel sure of you," fell at length from Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"I promise&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Yes; here, now, in Paris. But when you are back in that hell&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"What difference can it make in me? It can't change what I feel now.
You have altered all my life, my thoughts about everything. When I look
back, I don't know myself. You were right; I must have been suffering
from an illness that affected my mind. It seems impossible that I could
ever have done such things. I ought to tell you. Do you wish me to tell
you everything?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard spoke no answer, but he pressed her hand more tightly in his
own.
</P>

<P>
"You knew it from Patty, didn't you?"
</P>

<P>
"She told me as much as she knew that night when I waited for you in
High Street. She said you were in danger, and I compelled her to tell
all she could."
</P>

<P>
"I <I>was</I> in danger, though I can't understand now how it went so far as
that. It was he who came to me with the money, from the gentleman at
Hampstead. That was how I first met him. The next day he waited for me
when I came away from business."
</P>

<P>
"It was the first time that anything of that kind had happened?"
</P>

<P>
"The first time. And you know what the state of my mind was then. But
to the end I never felt any&mdash;I never really loved him. We met and went
to places together. After my loneliness&mdash;you can understand. But I
distrusted him. Did Patty tell you why I left London so suddenly?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes."
</P>

<P>
"When that happened I knew my instinct had been right from the first.
It gave me very little pain, but I was ashamed and disgusted. He hadn't
tried to deceive me in words; he never spoke of marriage; and from what
I found out then, I saw that he was very much to be pitied."
</P>

<P>
"You seem to contradict yourself," said Hilliard. "Why were you ashamed
and disgusted?"
</P>

<P>
"At finding myself in the power of such a woman. He married her when
she was very young, and I could imagine the life he had led with her
until he freed himself. A hateful woman!"
</P>

<P>
"Hateful to you, I see," muttered the listener, with something tight at
his heart.
</P>

<P>
"Not because I felt anything like jealousy. You must believe me. I
should never have spoken if I hadn't meant to tell you the simple
truth."
</P>

<P>
Again he pressed her hand. The warmth of her body had raised his blood
to fever-heat.
</P>

<P>
"When we met again, after I came back, it was by chance. I refused to
speak to him, but he followed me all along the street, and I didn't
know it till I was nearly home. Then he came up again, and implored me
to hear what he had to say. I knew he would wait for me again in High
Street, so I had no choice but to listen, and then tell him that there
couldn't be anything more between us. And, for all that, he followed me
another day. And again I had to listen to him."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard fancied that he could feel her heart beat against his arm.
</P>

<P>
"Be quick!" he said. "Tell all, and have done with it."
</P>

<P>
"He told me, at last, that he was ruined. His wife had brought him into
money difficulties; she ran up bills that he was obliged to pay, and
left him scarcely enough to live upon. And he had used money that was
not his own&mdash;he would have to give an account of it in a day or two. He
was trying to borrow, but no one would lend him half what he needed&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"That's enough," Hilliard broke in, as her voice became inaudible.
</P>

<P>
"No, you ought to know more than I have told you. Of course he didn't
ask me for money; he had no idea that I could lend him even a pound.
But what I wish you to know is that he hadn't spoken to me again in the
old way. He said he had done wrong, when he first came to know me; he
begged me to forgive him that, and only wanted me to be his friend."
</P>

<P>
"Of course."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, don't be ungenerous: that's so unlike you."
</P>

<P>
"I didn't mean it ungenerously. In his position I should have done
exactly as he did."
</P>

<P>
"Say you believe me. There was not a word of love between us. He told
me all about the miseries of his life&mdash;that was all; and I pitied him
so. I felt he was so sincere."
</P>

<P>
"I believe it perfectly."
</P>

<P>
"There was no excuse for what I did. How I had the courage&mdash;the
shamelessness&mdash;is more than I can understand now."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard stirred himself, and tried to laugh.
</P>

<P>
"As it turned out, you couldn't have done better. Well, there's an end
of it. Come."
</P>

<P>
He walked on, and Eve kept closely beside him, looking up into his face.
</P>

<P>
"I am sure he will pay the money back," she said presently.
</P>

<P>
"Hang the money!"
</P>

<P>
Then he stood still.
</P>

<P>
"How is he to pay it back? I mean, how is he to communicate with you?"
</P>

<P>
"I gave him my address at Dudley."
</P>

<P>
Again Hilliard moved on.
</P>

<P>
"Why should it annoy you?" Eve asked. "If ever he writes to me, I shall
let you know at once: you shall see the letter. It is quite certain
that he <I>will</I> pay his debt; and I shall be very glad when he does."
</P>

<P>
"What explanation did you give him?"
</P>

<P>
"The true one. I said I had borrowed from a friend. He was in despair,
and couldn't refuse what I offered."
</P>

<P>
"We'll talk no more of it. It was right to tell me. I'm glad now it's
all over. Look at the moon rising&mdash;harvest moon, isn't it?"
</P>

<P>
Eve turned aside again, and leaned on the parapet. He, lingering apart
for a moment, at length drew nearer. Of her own accord she put her
hands in his.
</P>

<P>
"In future," she said, "you shall know everything I do. You can trust
me: there will be no more secrets."
</P>

<P>
"Yet you are afraid&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"It's for your sake. You must be free for the next year or two. I shall
be glad to get to work again. I am well and strong and cheerful."
</P>

<P>
Her eyes drew him with the temptation he had ever yet resisted. Eve did
not refuse her lips.
</P>

<P>
"You must write to Patty," she said, when they were at the place of
parting. "I shall have her new address in a day or two."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I will write to her."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap18"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XVIII
</H3>

<P>
By the end of November Hilliard was well at work in the office of
Messrs. Birching, encouraged by his progress and looking forward as
hopefully as a not very sanguine temperament would allow. He lived
penuriously, and toiled at professional study night as well as day. Now
and then he passed an evening with Robert Narramore, who had moved to
cozy bachelor quarters a little distance out of town, in the Halesowen
direction. Once a week, generally on Saturday, he saw Eve. Other
society he had none, nor greatly desired any.
</P>

<P>
But Eve had as yet found no employment. Good fortune in this respect
seemed to have deserted her, and at her meetings with Hilliard she grew
fretful over repeated disappointments. Of her day-to-day life she made
no complaint, but Hilliard saw too clearly that her spirits were
failing beneath a burden of monotonous dulness. That the healthy glow
she had brought back in her cheeks should give way to pallor was no
more than he had expected, but he watched with anxiety the return of
mental symptoms which he had tried to cheat himself into believing
would not reappear. Eve did not fail in pleasant smiles, in hopeful
words; but they cost her an effort which she lacked the art to conceal.
He felt a coldness in her, divined a struggle between conscience and
inclination. However, for this also he was prepared; all the more need
for vigour and animation on his own part.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had read of the woman who, in the strength of her love and
loyalty, heartens a man through all the labours he must front he
believed in her existence, but had never encountered her&mdash;as indeed
very few men have. From Eve he looked for nothing of the kind. If she
would permit herself to rest upon his sinews, that was all he desired.
The mood of their last night in Paris might perchance return, but only
with like conditions. Of his workaday passion she knew nothing; habit
of familiarity and sense of obligation must supply its place with her
until a brightening future once more set her emotions to the gladsome
tune.
</P>

<P>
Now that the days of sun and warmth were past, it was difficult to
arrange for a meeting under circumstances that allowed of free
comfortable colloquy. Eve declared that her father's house offered no
sort of convenience; it was only a poor cottage, and Hilliard would be
altogether out of place there. To his lodgings she could not come. Of
necessity they had recourse to public places in Birmingham, where an
hour or two of talk under shelter might make Eve's journey hither worth
while. As Hilliard lived at the north end of the town, he suggested
Aston Hall as a possible rendezvous, and here they met, early one
Saturday afternoon in December.
</P>

<P>
From the eminence which late years have encompassed with a proletarian
suburb, its once noble domain narrowed to the bare acres of a stinted
breathing ground, Aston Hall looks forth upon joyless streets and
fuming chimneys, a wide welter of squalid strife. Its walls, which bear
the dints of Roundhead cannonade, are blackened with ever-driving
smoke; its crumbling gateway, opening aforetime upon a stately avenue
of chestnuts, shakes as the steam-tram rushes by. Hilliard's
imagination was both attracted and repelled by this relic of what he
deemed a better age. He enjoyed the antique chambers, the winding
staircases, the lordly gallery, with its dark old portraits and vast
fireplaces, the dim-lighted nooks where one could hide alone and dream
away the present; but in the end, reality threw scorn upon such
pleasure. Aston Hall was a mere architectural relic, incongruous and
meaningless amid its surroundings; the pathos of its desecrated dignity
made him wish that it might be destroyed, and its place fittingly
occupied by some People's Palace, brand new, aglare with electric
light, ringing to the latest melodies of the street. When he had long
gazed at its gloomy front, the old champion of royalism seemed to
shrink together, humiliated by Time's insults.
</P>

<P>
It was raining when he met Eve at the entrance.
</P>

<P>
"This won't do," were his first words. "You can't come over in such
weather as this. If it hadn't seemed to be clearing tip an hour or two
ago, I should have telegraphed to stop you."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, the weather is nothing to me," Eve answered, with resolute gaiety.
"I'm only too glad of the change. Besides, it won't go on much longer.
I shall get a place."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard never questioned her about her attempts to obtain an
engagement; the subject was too disagreeable to him.
</P>

<P>
"Nothing yet," she continued, as they walked up the muddy roadway to
the Hall. "But I know you don't like to talk about it."
</P>

<P>
"I have something to propose. How if I take a couple of cheap rooms in
some building let out for offices, and put in a few sticks of
furniture? Would you come to see me there?"
</P>

<P>
He watched her face as she listened to the suggestion, and his timidity
seemed justified by her expression.
</P>

<P>
"You would be so uncomfortable in such a place. Don't trouble. We shall
manage to meet somehow. I am certain to be living here before long."
</P>

<P>
"Even when you are," he persisted, "we shall only be able to see each
other in places like this. I can't talk&mdash;can't say half the things I
wish to&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"We'll think about it. Ah, it's warm in here!"
</P>

<P>
This afternoon the guardians of the Hall were likely to be troubled
with few visitors. Eve at once led the way upstairs to a certain suite
of rooms, hung with uninteresting pictures, where she and Hilliard had
before this spent an hour safe from disturbance. She placed herself in
the recess of a window: her companion took a few steps backward and
forward.
</P>

<P>
"Let me do what I wish," he urged. "There's a whole long winter before
us. I am sure I could find a couple of rooms at a very low rent, and
some old woman would come in to do all that's necessary."
</P>

<P>
"If you like."
</P>

<P>
"I may? You would come there?" he asked eagerly.
</P>

<P>
"Of course I would come. But I sha'n't like to see you in a bare,
comfortless place."
</P>

<P>
"It needn't be that. A few pounds will make a decent sort of
sitting-room."
</P>

<P>
"Anything to tell me?" Eve asked, abruptly quitting the subject.
</P>

<P>
She seemed to be in better spirits than of late, notwithstanding the
evil sky; and Hilliard smiled with pleasure as he regarded her.
</P>

<P>
"Nothing unusual. Oh, yes; I'm forgetting. I had a letter from Emily,
and went to see her."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had scarcely seen his quondam sister-in-law since she became
Mrs. Marr. On the one occasion of his paying a call, after his return
from Paris, it struck him that her husband offered no very genial
welcome. He had expected this, and willingly kept aloof.
</P>

<P>
"Read the letter."
</P>

<P>
Eve did so. It began, "My dear Maurice," and ended, "Ever
affectionately and gratefully yours." The rest of its contents ran thus:
</P>

<P>
"I am in great trouble&mdash;dreadfully unhappy. It would be such a kindness
if you would let me see you. I can't put in a letter what I want to
say, and I do hope you won't refuse to come. Friday afternoon, at
three, would do, if you can get away from business for once. How I look
back on the days when you used to come over from Dudley and have tea
with us in the dear little room. Do come!"
</P>

<P>
"Of course," said Hilliard, laughing as he met Eve's surprised look. "I
knew what <I>that</I> meant. I would much rather have got out of it, but it
would have seemed brutal. So I went. The poor simpleton has begun to
find that marriage with one man isn't necessarily the same thing as
marriage with another. In Ezra Marr she has caught a Tartar."
</P>

<P>
"Surely he doesn't ill-use her?"
</P>

<P>
"Not a bit of it. He is simply a man with a will, and finds it
necessary to teach his wife her duties. Emily knows no more about the
duties of life than her little five-year-old girl. She thought she
could play with a second husband as she did with the first, and she was
gravely mistaken. She complained to me of a thousand acts of
tyranny&mdash;every one of them, I could see, merely a piece of rude
commonsense. The man must be calling himself an idiot for marrying her.
I could only listen with a long face. Argument with Emily is out of the
question. And I shall take good care not to go there again."
</P>

<P>
Eve asked many questions, and approved his resolve.
</P>

<P>
"You are not the person to console and instruct her. But she must look
upon you as the best and wisest of men. I can understand that."
</P>

<P>
"You can understand poor, foolish Emily thinking so&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Put all the meaning you like into my words," said Eve, with her
pleasantest smile. "Well, I too have had a letter. From Patty. She
isn't going to be married, after all."
</P>

<P>
"Why, I thought it was over by now."
</P>

<P>
"She broke it off less than a week before the day. I wish I could show
you her letter, but, of course, I mustn't. It's very amusing. They had
quarrelled about every conceivable thing&mdash;all but one, and this came up
at last. They were talking about meals, and Mr. Dally said that he
liked a bloater for breakfast every morning. 'A bloater!' cried Patty.
'Then I hope you won't ask me to cook it for you. I can't bear them.'
'Oh, very well: if you can't cook a bloater, you're not the wife for
me.' And there they broke off, for good and all."
</P>

<P>
"Which means for a month or two, I suppose."
</P>

<P>
"Impossible to say. But I have advised her as strongly as I could not
to marry until she knows her own mind better. It is too bad of her to
have gone so far. The poor man had taken rooms, and all but furnished
them. Patty's a silly girl, I'm afraid."
</P>

<P>
"Wants a strong man to take her in hand&mdash;like a good many other girls."
</P>

<P>
Eve paid no attention to the smile.
</P>

<P>
"Paris spoilt her for such a man as Mr. Dally. She got all sorts of new
ideas, and can't settle down to the things that satisfied her before.
It isn't nice to think that perhaps we did her a great deal of harm."
</P>

<P>
"Nonsense! Nobody was ever harmed by healthy enjoyment."
</P>

<P>
"Was it healthy&mdash;for <I>her</I>? That's the question."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard mused, and felt disinclined to discuss the matter.
</P>

<P>
"That isn't the only news I have for you," said Eve presently. "I've
had another letter."
</P>

<P>
Her voice arrested Hilliard's step as he paced near her.
</P>

<P>
"I had rather not have told you anything about it, but I promised. And
I have to give you something."
</P>

<P>
She held out to him a ten-pound note.
</P>

<P>
"What's this?"
</P>

<P>
"He has sent it. He says he shall be able to pay something every three
months until he has paid the whole debt. Please to take it."
</P>

<P>
After a short struggle with himself, Hilliard recovered a manly bearing.
</P>

<P>
"It's quite right he should return the money, Eve, but you mustn't ask
me to have anything to do with it. Use it for your own expenses. I gave
it to you, and I can't take it back."
</P>

<P>
She hesitated, her eyes cast down,
</P>

<P>
"He has written a long letter. There's not a word in it I should be
afraid to show you. Will you read it&mdash;just to satisfy me? Do read it!"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard steadily refused, with perfect self-command.
</P>

<P>
"I trust you&mdash;that's enough. I have absolute faith in you. Answer his
letter in the way you think best, and never speak to me of the money
again. It's yours; make what use of it you like."
</P>

<P>
"Then I shall use it," said Eve, after a pause, "to pay for a lodging
in Birmingham. I couldn't live much longer at home. If I'm here, I can
get books out of the library, and time won't drag so. And I shall be
near you."
</P>

<P>
"Do so, by all means."
</P>

<P>
As if more completely to dismiss the unpleasant subject, they walked
into another room. Hilliard began to speak again of his scheme for
providing a place where they could meet and talk at their ease. Eve now
entered into it with frank satisfaction.
</P>

<P>
"Have you said anything yet to Mr. Narramore?" she asked at length.
</P>

<P>
"No. I have never felt inclined to tell him. Of course I shall some
day. But it isn't natural to me to talk of this kind of thing, even
with so intimate a friend. Some men couldn't keep it to themselves: for
me the difficulty is to speak."
</P>

<P>
"I asked again, because I have been thinking&mdash;mightn't Mr. Narramore be
able to help me to get work?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard repelled the suggestion with strong distaste. On no account
would he seek his friend's help in such a matter. And Eve said no more
of it.
</P>

<P>
On her return journey to Dudley, between eight and nine o'clock, she
looked cold and spiritless. Her eyelids dropped wearily as she sat in
the corner of the carriage with some papers on her lap, which Hilliard
had given her. Rain had ceased, and the weather seemed turning to
frost. From Dudley station she had a walk of nearly half an hour, to
the top of Kate's Hill.
</P>

<P>
Kate's Hill is covered with an irregular assemblage of old red-tiled
cottages, grimy without, but sometimes, as could be seen through an
open door admitting into the chief room, clean and homely-looking
within. The steep, narrow alleys leading upward were scarce lighted;
here and there glimmered a pale corner-lamp, but on a black night such
as this the oil-lit windows of a little shop, and the occasional gleam
from doors, proved very serviceable as a help in picking one's path.
Towards the top of the hill there was no paving, and mud lay thick.
Indescribable the confusion of this toilers' settlement&mdash;houses and
workshops tumbled together as if by chance, the ways climbing and
winding into all manner of pitch-dark recesses, where eats prowled
stealthily. In one spot silence and not a hint of life; in another,
children noisily at play amid piles of old metal or miscellaneous
rubbish. From the labyrinth which was so familiar to her, Eve issued of
a sudden on to a sort of terrace, where the air blew shrewdly: beneath
lay cottage roofs, and in front a limitless gloom, which by daylight
would have been an extensive northward view, comprising the towns of
Bilston and Wolverhampton. It was now a black gulf, without form and
void, sputtering fire. Flames that leapt out of nothing, and as
suddenly disappeared; tongues of yellow or of crimson, quivering,
lambent, seeming to snatch and devour and then fall back in satiety.
When a cluster of these fires shot forth together, the sky above became
illumined with a broad glare, which throbbed and pulsed in the manner
of sheet-lightning, though more lurid, and in a few seconds was gone.
</P>

<P>
She paused here for a moment, rather to rest after her climb than to
look at what she had seen so often, then directed her steps to one of
the houses within sight. She pushed the door, and entered a little
parlour, where a fire and a lamp made cheery welcome. By the hearth, in
a round-backed wooden chair, sat a grizzle-headed man, whose hard
features proclaimed his relation to Eve, otherwise seeming so
improbable. He looked up from the volume open on his knee&mdash;a Bible&mdash;and
said in a rough, kind voice:
</P>

<P>
"I was thinkin' it 'ud be about toime for you. You look starved, my
lass."
</P>

<P>
"Yes; it has turned very cold."
</P>

<P>
"I've got a bit o' supper ready for you. I don't want none myself;
there's food enough for me <I>here</I>." He laid his hand on the book.
"D'you call to mind the eighteenth of Ezekiel, lass?&mdash;'But if the
wicked will turn from all his sins that he hath committed&mdash;&mdash;'"
</P>

<P>
Eve stood motionless till he had read the verse, then nodded and began
to take off her out-of-door garments. She was unable to talk, and her
eyes wandered absently.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap19"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XIX
</H3>

<P>
After a week's inquiry, Hilliard discovered the lodging that would suit
his purpose. It was Camp Hill; two small rooms at the top of a house,
the ground-floor of which was occupied as a corn-dealer's shop, and the
story above that tenanted by a working optician with a blind wife. On
condition of papering the rooms and doing a few repairs necessary to
make them habitable, he secured them at the low rent of four shillings
a week.
</P>

<P>
Eve paid her first visit to this delectable abode on a Sunday
afternoon; she saw only the sitting-room, which would bear inspection;
the appearance of the bed-room was happily left to her surmise. Less
than a five-pound note had paid for the whole furnishing.
Notwithstanding the reckless invitation to Eve to share his fortunes
straightway, Hilliard, after paving his premium of fifty guineas to the
Birching Brothers, found but a very small remnant in hand of the money
with which he had set forth from Dudley some nine months ago. Yet not
for a moment did he repine; he had the value of his outlay; his mind
was stored with memories and his heart strengthened with hope.
</P>

<P>
At her second coming&mdash;she herself now occupied a poor little lodging
not very far away&mdash;Eve beheld sundry improvements. By the fireside
stood a great leather chair, deep, high-backed, wondrously
self-assertive over against the creaky cane seat which before had
dominated the room. Against the wall was a high bookcase, where
Hilliard's volumes, previously piled on the floor, stood in loose
array; and above the mantelpiece hung a framed engraving of the
Parthenon.
</P>

<P>
"This is dreadful extravagance!" she exclaimed, pausing at the
threshold, and eying her welcomer with mock reproof.
</P>

<P>
"It is, but not on my part. The things came a day or two ago, simply
addressed to me from shops."
</P>

<P>
"Who was the giver, then?"
</P>

<P>
"Must be Narramore, of course. He was here not long ago, and growled a
good deal because I hadn't a decent chair for his lazy bones."
</P>

<P>
"I am much obliged to him," said Eve, as she sank back in the seat of
luxurious repose. "You ought to hang his portrait in the room. Haven't
you a photograph?" she added carelessly.
</P>

<P>
"Such a thing doesn't exist. Like myself, he hasn't had a portrait
taken since he was a child. A curious thing, by-the-bye, that you
should have had yours taken just when you did. Of course it was because
you were going far away for the first time; but it marked a point in
your life, and put on record the Eve Madeley whom no one would see
again If I can't get that photograph in any other way I shall go and
buy, beg, or steal it from Mrs. Brewer."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, you shall have one if you insist upon it."
</P>

<P>
"Why did you refuse it before?"
</P>

<P>
"I hardly know&mdash;a fancy&mdash;I thought you would keep looking at it, and
regretting that I had changed so."
</P>

<P>
As on her previous visit, she soon ceased to talk, and, in listening to
Hilliard, showed unconsciously a tired, despondent face.
</P>

<P>
"Nothing yet," fell from her lips, when he had watched her silently.
</P>

<P>
"Never mind; I hate the mention of it."
</P>

<P>
"By-the-bye," he resumed, "Narramore astounded me by hinting at
marriage. It's Miss Birching, the sister of my man. It hasn't come to
an engagement yet, and if it ever does I shall give Miss Birching the
credit for it. It would have amused you to hear him talking about her,
with a pipe in his mouth and half asleep. I understand now why he took
young Birching with him to Switzerland. He'll never carry it through;
unless, as I said, Miss Birching takes the decisive step."
</P>

<P>
"Is she the kind of girl to do that?" asked Eve, waking to curiosity.
</P>

<P>
"I know nothing about her, except from Narramore's sleepy talk. Rather
an arrogant beauty, according to him. He told me a story of how, when
he was calling upon her, she begged him to ring the bell for something
or other, and he was so slow in getting up that she went and rang it
herself. 'Her own fault,' he said; 'she asked me to sit on a chair with
a seat some six inches above the ground, and how can a man hurry up
from a thing of that sort?'"
</P>

<P>
"He must be a strange man. Of course he doesn't care anything about
Miss Birching."
</P>

<P>
"But I think he does, in his way."
</P>

<P>
"How did he ever get on at all in business?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, he's one of the lucky men." Hilliard replied, with a touch of
good-natured bitterness. "He never exerted himself; good things fell
into his mouth. People got to like him&mdash;that's one explanation, no
doubt."
</P>

<P>
"Don't you think he may have more energy than you imagine?"
</P>

<P>
"It's possible. I have sometimes wondered."
</P>

<P>
"What sort of life does he lead? Has he many friends I mean?"
</P>

<P>
"Very few. I should doubt whether there's anyone he talks with as he
does with me. He'll never get much good out of his money; but if he
fell into real poverty&mdash;poverty like mine&mdash;it would kill him. I know he
looks at me as an astonishing creature, and marvels that I don't buy a
good dose of chloral and have done with it."
</P>

<P>
Eve did not join in his laugh.
</P>

<P>
"I can't bear to hear you speak of your poverty," she said in an
undertone. "You remind me that I am the cause of it."
</P>

<P>
"Good Heavens! As if I should mention it if I were capable of such a
thought!"
</P>

<P>
"But it's the fact," she persisted, with something like irritation.
"But for me, you would have gone into the architect's office with
enough to live upon comfortably for a time."
</P>

<P>
"That's altogether unlikely," Hilliard declared. "But for you, it's
improbable that I should have gone to Birching's at all. At this moment
I should be spending my money in idleness, and, in the end, should have
gone back to what I did before. You have given me a start in a new
life."
</P>

<P>
This, and much more of the same tenor, failed to bring a light upon
Eve's countenance. At length she asked suddenly, with a defiant
bluntness&mdash;&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Have you ever thought what sort of a wife I am likely to make?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard tried to laugh, but was disagreeably impressed by her words
and the look that accompanied them.
</P>

<P>
"I have thought about it, to be sure," he answered carelessly
</P>

<P>
"And don't you feel a need of courage?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course. And not only the need but the courage itself."
</P>

<P>
"Tell me the real, honest truth." She bent forward, and gazed at him
with eyes one might have thought hostile. "I demand the truth of you: I
have a right to know it. Don't you often wish you had never seen me?"
</P>

<P>
"You 're in a strange mood."
</P>

<P>
"Don't put me off. Answer!"
</P>

<P>
"To ask such a question," he replied quietly, "is to charge me with a
great deal of hypocrisy. I did <I>once</I> all but wish I had never seen
you. If I lost you now I should lose what seems to me the strongest
desire of my life. Do you suppose I sit down and meditate on your
capacity as cook or housemaid? It would be very prudent and laudable,
but I have other thoughts&mdash;that give me trouble enough."
</P>

<P>
"What thoughts?"
</P>

<P>
"Such as one doesn't talk about&mdash;if you insist on frankness."
</P>

<P>
Her eyes wandered.
</P>

<P>
"It's only right to tell you," she said, after silence, "that I dread
poverty as much as ever I did. And I think poverty in marriage a
thousand times worse than when one is alone."
</P>

<P>
"Well, we agree in that. But why do you insist upon it just now? Are
<I>you</I> beginning to be sorry that we ever met?"
</P>

<P>
"Not a day passes but I feel sorry for it."
</P>

<P>
"I suppose you are harping on the old scruple. Why will you plague me
about it?"
</P>

<P>
"I mean," said Eve, with eyes down, "that you are the worse off for
having met me, but I mean something else as well. Do you think it
possible that anyone can owe too much gratitude, even to a person one
likes?"
</P>

<P>
He regarded her attentively.
</P>

<P>
"You feel the burden?"
</P>

<P>
She delayed her answer, glancing at him with a new expression&mdash;a
deprecating tenderness.
</P>

<P>
"It's better to tell you. I <I>do</I> feel it, and have always felt it."
</P>

<P>
"Confound this infernal atmosphere!" Hilliard broke out wrathfully.
"It's making you morbid again. Come here to me! Eve&mdash;come!"
</P>

<P>
As she sat motionless, he caught her hands and drew her forward, and
sat down again with her passive body resting upon his knees. She was
pale, and looked frightened.
</P>

<P>
"Your gratitude be hanged! Pay me back with your lips&mdash;so&mdash;and so!
Can't you understand that when my lips touch yours, I have a delight
that would be well purchased with years of semi-starvation? What is it
to me how I won you? You are mine for good and all&mdash;that's enough."
</P>

<P>
She drew herself half away, and stood brightly flushed, touching her
hair to set it in order again. Hilliard, with difficulty controlling
himself, said in a husky voice&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Is the mood gone?"
</P>

<P>
Eve nodded, and sighed.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap20"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XX
</H3>

<P>
At the time appointed for their next meeting, Hilliard waited in vain.
An hour passed, and Eve, who had the uncommon virtue of punctuality,
still did not come. The weather was miserable&mdash;rain, fog, and
slush&mdash;but this had heretofore proved no obstacle, for her lodgings
were situated less than half a mile away. Afraid of missing her if he
went out, he fretted through another hour, and was at length relieved
by the arrival of a letter of explanation. Eve wrote that she had been
summoned to Dudley; her father was stricken with alarming illness, and
her brother had telegraphed.
</P>

<P>
For two days he heard nothing; then came a few lines which told him
that Mr. Madeley could not live many more hours. On the morrow Eve
wrote that her father was dead.
</P>

<P>
To the letter which he thereupon despatched Hilliard had no reply for
nearly a week. When Eve wrote, it was from a new address at Dudley.
After thanking him for the kind words with which he had sought to
comfort her, she continued&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"I have at last found something to do, and it was quite time, for I
have been very miserable, and work is the best thing for me. Mr.
Welland, my first employer, when I was twelve years old, has asked me
to come and keep his books for him, and I am to live in his house. My
brother has gone into lodgings, and we see no more of the cottage on
Kate's Hill. It's a pity I have to be so far from you again, but there
seems to be no hope of getting anything to do in Birmingham, and here I
shall be comfortable enough, as far as mere living goes. On Sunday I
shall be quite free, and will come over as often as possible; but I
have caught a bad cold, and must be content to keep in the house until
this dreadful weather changes. Be more careful of yourself than you
generally are, and let me hear often. In a few months' time we shall be
able to spend pleasant hours on the Castle Hill. I have heard from
Patty, and want to tell you about her letter, but this cold makes me
feel too stupid Will write again soon."
</P>

<P>
It happened that Hilliard himself was just now blind and voiceless with
a catarrh. The news from Dudley by no means solaced him. He crouched
over his fire through the long, black day, tormented with many
miseries, and at eventide drank half a bottle of whisky, piping hot,
which at least assured him of a night's sleep.
</P>

<P>
Just to see what would be the result of his silence, he wrote no reply
to this letter. A fortnight elapsed; he strengthened himself in
stubbornness, aided by the catarrh, which many bottles of whisky would
not overcome. When his solitary confinement grew at length
insufferable, he sent for Narramore, and had not long to wait before
his friend appeared. Narramore was rosy as ever: satisfaction with life
beamed from his countenance.
</P>

<P>
"I've ordered you in some wine," he exclaimed genially, sinking into
the easy-chair which Hilliard had vacated for him&mdash;an instance of
selfishness in small things which did not affect his generosity in
greater. "It isn't easy to get good port nowadays, but they tell me
that this is not injurious. Hasn't young Birching been to see you? No,
I suppose he would think it <I>infra dig</I>. to come to this neighbourhood.
There's a damnable self-conceit in that family: you must have noticed
it, eh? It comes out very strongly in the girl. By-the-bye I've done
with her&mdash;haven't been there for three weeks, and don't think I shall
go again, unless it's for the pleasure of saying or doing something
that'll irritate her royal highness."
</P>

<P>
"Did you quarrel?"
</P>

<P>
"Quarrel? I never quarrel with anyone; it's bad for one's nerves."
</P>

<P>
"Did you get as far as proposing?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I left <I>her</I> to do that. Women are making such a row about their
rights nowadays, that it's as well to show you grant them perfect
equality. I gave her every chance of saying something definite. I
maintain that she trifled with my affections. She asked me what my
views in life were. Ah, thought I, now it's coming; and I answered
modestly that everything depended on circumstances. I might have said
it depended on the demand for brass bedsteads; but perhaps that would
have verged on indelicacy&mdash;you know that I am delicacy personified. 'I
thought,' said Miss Birching, 'that a man of any energy made his own
circumstances?' 'Energy!' I shouted. 'Do you look for energy in <I>me</I>?
It's the greatest compliment anyone ever paid me.' At that she seemed
desperately annoyed, and wouldn't pursue the subject. That's how it
always was, just when the conversation grew interesting."
</P>

<P>
"I'm sorry to see you so cut up about it," remarked Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"None of your irony, old fellow. Well, the truth is, I've seen someone
I like better."
</P>

<P>
"Not surprised."
</P>

<P>
"It's a queer story; I'll tell it you some day, if it comes to
anything. I'm not at all sure that it will, as there seems to be a sort
of lurking danger that I may make a damned fool of myself."
</P>

<P>
"Improbable?" commented the listener. "Your blood is too temperate."
</P>

<P>
"So I thought; but one never knows. Unexpected feelings crop up in a
fellow. We won't talk about it just now. How have things been going in
the architectural line?"
</P>

<P>
"Not amiss. Steadily, I think."
</P>

<P>
Narramore lay back at full length, his face turned to the ceiling.
</P>

<P>
"Since I've been living out yonder, I've got a taste for the country. I
have a notion that, if brass bedsteads keep firm, I shall some day
build a little house of my own; an inexpensive little house, with a
tree or two about it. Just make me a few sketches, will you? When
you've nothing better to do, you know."
</P>

<P>
He played with the idea, till it took strong hold of him, and he began
to talk with most unwonted animation.
</P>

<P>
"Five or six thousand pounds&mdash;I ought to be able to sink that in a few
years. Not enough, eh? But I don't want a mansion. I'm quite serious
about this, Hilliard. When you re feeling ready to start on your own
account, you shall have the job."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard laughed grimly at the supposition that he would ever attain
professional independence, but his friend talked on, and overleaped
difficulties with a buoyancy of spirit which ultimately had its effect
upon the listener. When he was alone again, Hilliard felt better, both
in body and mind, and that evening, over the first bottle of
Narramore's port, he amused himself with sketching ideal cottages.
</P>

<P>
"The fellow's in love, at last. When a man thinks of pleasant little
country houses, 'with a tree or two' about them&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He sighed, and ground his teeth, and sketched on.
</P>

<P>
Before bedtime, a sudden and profound shame possessed him. Was he not
behaving outrageously in neglecting to answer Eve's letter? For all he
knew the cold of which she complained might have caused her more
suffering than he himself had gone through from the like cause, and
that was bad enough. He seized paper and wrote to her as he had never
written before, borne on the very high flood of passionate longing.
Without regard to prudence he left the house at midnight and posted his
letter.
</P>

<P>
"It never occurred to me to blame you for not writing," Eve quickly
replied; "I'm afraid you are more sensitive than I am, and, to tell the
truth, I believe men generally <I>are</I> more sensitive than women in
things of this kind. It pleased me very much to hear of the visit you
had had from Mr. Narramore, and that he had cheered you. I do so wish I
could have come, but I have really been quite ill, and I must not think
of risking a journey till the weather improves. Don't trouble about it;
I will write often."
</P>

<P>
"I told you about a letter I had had from poor Patty, and I want to ask
you to do something. Will you write to her? Just a nice, friendly
little letter. She would be so delighted, she would indeed. There's no
harm in copying a line or two from what she sent me. 'Has Mr. Hilliard
forgotten all about me?' she says. 'I would write to him, but I feel
afraid. Not afraid of <I>you</I>, dear Eve, but he might feel I was
impertinent. What do you think? We had such delicious times together,
he and you and I, and I really don't want him to forget me altogether?'
Now I have told her that there is no fear whatever of your forgetting
her, and that we often speak of her. I begin to think that I have been
unjust to Patty in calling her silly, and making fun of her. She was
anything but foolish in breaking off with that absurd Mr. Dally, and I
can see now that she will never give a thought to him again. What I
fear is that the poor girl will never find any one good enough for her.
The men she meets are very vulgar, and vulgar Patty is <I>not</I>&mdash;as you
once said to me, you remember. So, if you can spare a minute, write her
a few lines, to show that you still think of her. Her address is&mdash;&mdash;,
etc."
</P>

<P>
To Hilliard all this seemed merely a pleasant proof of Eve's
amiability, of her freedom from that acrid monopolism which
characterises the ignoble female in her love relations. Straightway he
did as he was requested, and penned to Miss Ringrose a chatty epistle,
with which she could not but be satisfied. A day or two brought him an
answer. Patty's handwriting lacked distinction, and in the matter of
orthography she was not beyond reproach, but her letter chirped with a
prettily expressed gratitude. "I am living with my aunt, and am likely
to for a long time. And I get on very well at my new shop, which I have
no wish to leave." This was her only allusion to the shattered
matrimonial project: "I wish there was any chance of you and Eve coming
to live in London, but I suppose that's too good to hope for. We don't
get many things as we wish them in this world. And yet I oughtn't to
say that either, for if it hadn't been for you I should never have seen
Paris, which was so awfully jolly! But you'll be coming for a holiday,
won't you? I should so like just to see you, if ever you do. It isn't
like it was at the old shop. There's a great deal of business done
here, and very little time to talk to anyone in the shop. But many
girls have worse things to put up with than I have, and I won't make
you think I'm a grumbler."
</P>

<P>
The whole of January went by before Hilliard and Eve again saw each
other. The lover wrote at length that he could bear it no longer, that
he was coming to Dudley, if only for the mere sight of Eve's face; she
must meet him in the waiting-room at the railway station. She answered
by return of post, "I will come over next Sunday, and be with you at
twelve o'clock, but I must leave very early, as I am afraid to be out
after nightfall." And this engagement was kept.
</P>

<P>
The dress of mourning became her well; it heightened her always
noticeable air of refinement, and would have constrained to a
reverential tenderness even had not Hilliard naturally checked himself
from any bolder demonstration of joy. She spoke in a low, soft voice,
seldom raised her eyes, and manifested a new gentleness very touching
to Hilliard, though at the same time, and he knew not how or why, it
did not answer to his desire. A midday meal was in readiness for her;
she pretended to eat, but in reality scarce touched the food.
</P>

<P>
"You must taste old Narramore's port wine," said her entertainer. "The
fellow actually sent a couple of dozen."
</P>

<P>
She was not to be persuaded; her refusal puzzled and annoyed Hilliard,
and there followed a long silence. Indeed, it surprised him to find how
little they could say to each other to-day. An unknown restraint had
come between them.
</P>

<P>
"Well," he exclaimed at length, "I wrote to Patty, and she answered."
</P>

<P>
"May I see the letter?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course. Here it is."
</P>

<P>
Eve read it, and smiled with pleasure.
</P>

<P>
"Doesn't she write nicely! Poor girl!"
</P>

<P>
"Why have you taken so to commiserating her all at once?" Hilliard
asked. "She's no worse off than she ever was. Rather better, I think."
</P>

<P>
"Life isn't the same for her since she was in Paris," said Eve, with
peculiar softness.
</P>

<P>
"Well, perhaps it improved her."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, it certainly did! But it gave her a feeling of discontent for the
old life and the people about her."
</P>

<P>
"A good many of us have to suffer that. She's nothing like as badly off
as you are, my dear girl."
</P>

<P>
Eve coloured, and kept silence.
</P>

<P>
"We shall hear of her getting married before long," resumed the other.
"She told me herself that marriage was the scourge of music-shops&mdash;it
carries off their young women at such a rate."
</P>

<P>
"She told you that? It was in one of your long talks together in
London? Patty and you got on capitally together. It was very natural
she shouldn't care much for men like Mr. Dally afterwards."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard puzzled over this remark, and was on the point of making some
impatient reply, but discretion restrained him. He turned to Eve's own
affairs, questioned her closely about her life in the tradesman's
house, and so their conversation followed a smoother course. Presently,
half in jest, Hilliard mentioned Narramore's building projects.
</P>

<P>
"But who knows? It <I>might</I> come to something of importance for me. In
two or three years, if all goes well, such a thing might possibly give
me a start."
</P>

<P>
A singular solemnity had settled upon Eve's countenance. She spoke not
a word, and seemed unaccountably ill at ease.
</P>

<P>
"Do you think I am in the clouds?" said Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, no! Why shouldn't you get on&mdash;as other men do?"
</P>

<P>
But she would not dwell upon the hope, and Hilliard, not a little
vexed, again became silent.
</P>

<P>
Her next visit was after a lapse of three weeks. She had again been
suffering from a slight illness, and her pallor alarmed Hilliard. Again
she began with talk of Patty Ringrose.
</P>

<P>
"Do you know, there's really a chance that we may see her before long!
She'll have a holiday at Easter, from the Thursday night to Monday
night, and I have all but got her to promise that she'll come over
here. Wouldn't it be fun to let her see the Black Country? You remember
her talk about it. I could get her a room, and if it's at all bearable
weather, we would all have a day somewhere. Wouldn't you like that?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes; but I should greatly prefer a day with you alone."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, of course, the time is coming for that, Would you let us come here
one day?"
</P>

<P>
With a persistence not to be mistaken Eve avoided all intimate topics;
at the same time her manner grew more cordial. Through February and
March, she decidedly improved in health. Hilliard saw her seldom, but
she wrote frequent letters, and their note was as that of her
conversation, lively, all but sportive. Once again she had become a
mystery to her lover; he pondered over her very much as in the days
when they were newly acquainted. Of one thing he felt but too well
assured. She did not love him as he desired to be loved. Constant she
might be, but it was the constancy of a woman unaffected with ardent
emotion. If she granted him her lips they had no fervour respondent to
his own; she made a sport of it, forgot it as soon as possible. Upon
Hilliard's vehement nature this acted provocatively; at times he was
all but frenzied with the violence of his sensual impulses. Yet Eve's
control of him grew more assured the less she granted of herself; a
look, a motion of her lips, and he drew apart, quivering but subdued.
At one such moment he exclaimed:
</P>

<P>
"You had better not come here at all. I love you too insanely."
</P>

<P>
Eve looked at him, and silently began to shed tears. He implored her
pardon, prostrated himself, behaved in a manner that justified his
warning. But Eve stifled the serious drama of the situation, and forced
him to laugh with her.
</P>

<P>
In these days architectural study made little way.
</P>

<P>
Patty Ringrose was coming for the Easter holidays. She would arrive on
Good Friday. "As the weather is so very bad still," wrote Eve to
Hilliard, "will you let us come to see you on Saturday? Sunday may be
better for an excursion of some sort."
</P>

<P>
And thus it was arranged. Hilliard made ready his room to receive the
fair visitors, who would come at about eleven in the morning. As usual
nowadays, he felt discontented, but, after all, Patty's influence might
be a help to him, as it had been in worse straits.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap21"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXI
</H3>

<P>
To-day he had the house to himself. The corn-dealers shop was closed,
as on a Sunday; the optician and his blind wife had locked up their
rooms and were spending Easter-tide, it might be hoped, amid more
cheerful surroundings. Hilliard sat with his door open, that he might
easily hear the knock which announced his guests at the entrance below.
</P>

<P>
It sounded, at length, but timidly. Had he not been listening, he would
not have perceived it. Eve's handling of the knocker was firmer than
that, and in a different rhythm. Apprehensive of disappointment, he
hurried downstairs and opened the door to Patty Ringrose&mdash;Patty alone.
</P>

<P>
With a shy but pleased laugh, her cheeks warm and her eyes bright, she
jerked out her hand to him as in the old days.
</P>

<P>
"I know you won't be glad to see me. I'm so sorry. I said I had better
not come."
</P>

<P>
"Of course I am glad to see you. But where's Eve?"
</P>

<P>
"It's so unfortunate&mdash;she has such a bad headache!" panted the girl.
"She couldn't possibly come, and I wanted to stay with her, I said. I
should only disappoint you."
</P>

<P>
"It's a pity, of course; but I'm glad you came, for all that." Hilliard
stifled his dissatisfaction and misgivings. "You'll think this a queer
sort of place. I'm quite alone here to-day. But after you have rested a
little we can go somewhere else."
</P>

<P>
"Yes. Eve told me you would be so kind as to take me to see things. I'm
not tired. I won't come in, if you'd rather&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, you may as well see what sort of a den I've made for myself."
</P>

<P>
He led the way upstairs. When she reached the top, Patty was again
breathless, the result of excitement more than exertion. She exclaimed
at sight of the sitting-room. How cosy it was! What a scent from the
flowers! Did he always buy flowers for his room? No doubt it was to
please Eve. What a comfortable chair! Of course Eve always sat in this
chair?
</P>

<P>
Then her babbling ceased, and she looked up at Hilliard, who stood over
against her, with nervous delight. He could perceive no change whatever
in her, except that she was better dressed than formerly. Not a day
seemed to have been added to her age; her voice had precisely the
intonations that he remembered. After all, it was little more than half
a year since they were together in Paris; but to Hilliard the winter
had seemed of interminable length, and he expected to find Miss
Ringrose a much altered person.
</P>

<P>
"When did this headache begin?" he inquired, trying to speak without
over-much concern.
</P>

<P>
"She had a little yesterday, when she met me at the station. I didn't
think she was looking at all well."
</P>

<P>
"I'm surprised to hear that. She looked particularly well when I saw
her last. Had you any trouble in making your way here?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, not a bit. I found the tram, just as Eve told me. But I'm so
sorry! And a fine day too! You don't often have fine days here, do you,
Mr. Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
"Now and then. So you've seen Dudley at last. What do you think of it?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I like it! I shouldn't mind living there a bit. But of course I
like Birmingham better."
</P>

<P>
"Almost as fine as Paris, isn't it?"
</P>

<P>
"You don't mean that, of course. But I've only seen a few of the
streets, and most of the shops are shut up to-day. Isn't it a pity Eve
has to live so far off? Though, of course, it isn't really very
far&mdash;and I suppose you see each other often?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard took a seat, crossed his legs, and grasped his knee. The girl
appeared to wait for an answer to her last words, but he said nothing,
and stared at the floor.
</P>

<P>
"If it's fine to-morrow," Patty continued, after observing him
furtively, "are you coming to Dudley?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, I shall come over. Did she send any message?"
</P>

<P>
"No&mdash;nothing particular&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Patty looked confused, stroked her dress, and gave a little cough.
</P>

<P>
"But if it rains&mdash;as it very likely will&mdash;there's no use in my coming."
</P>

<P>
"No, she said not."
</P>

<P>
"Or if her headache is still troubling her&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Let's hope it will be better. But&mdash;in any case, she'll be able to come
with me to Birmingham on Monday, when I go back I must be home again on
Monday night."
</P>

<P>
"Don't you think," said Hilliard carelessly, "that Eve would rather
have you to herself, just for the short time you are here?"
</P>

<P>
Patty made vigorous objection.
</P>

<P>
"I don't think that at all. It's quite settled that you are to come
over to-morrow, if it's fine. Oh, and I <I>do</I> hope it will be! It would
be so dreadful to be shut up in the house all day at Dudley. How very
awkward that there's no place where she can have you there! If it
rains, hadn't we better come here? I'm sure it would be better for Eve.
She seems to get into such low spirits&mdash;just like she was sometimes in
London."
</P>

<P>
"That's quite news to me," said the listener gravely.
</P>

<P>
"Doesn't she let you know? Then I'm so sorry I mentioned it. You won't
tell her I said anything?"
</P>

<P>
"Wait a moment. Does she say that she is often in low spirits?"
</P>

<P>
Patty faltered, stroking her dress with the movement of increasing
nervousness.
</P>

<P>
"It's better I should know," Hilliard added, "I'm afraid she keeps all
this from me. For several weeks I have thought her in particularly good
health."
</P>

<P>
"But she tells me just the opposite. She says&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Says what?"
</P>

<P>
"Perhaps it's only the place that doesn't agree with her. I don't think
Dudley is <I>very</I> healthy, do you?"
</P>

<P>
"I never heard of doctors sending convalescents there. But Eve must be
suffering from some other cause, I think. Does it strike you that she
is at all like what she used to be when&mdash;when you felt so anxious about
her?"
</P>

<P>
He met the girl's eyes, and saw them expand in alarm.
</P>

<P>
"I didn't think&mdash;I didn't mean&mdash;&mdash;" she stammered.
</P>

<P>
"No, but I have a reason for asking. Is it so or not?"
</P>

<P>
"Don't frighten me, Mr. Hilliard! I do so wish I hadn't said anything.
She isn't in good health, that's all. How can you think&mdash;&mdash;? That was
all over long ago. And she would never&mdash;I'm <I>sure</I> she wouldn't, after
all you've done for her."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard ground the carpet with his foot, and all but uttered a violent
ejaculation.
</P>

<P>
"I know she is all gratitude," were the words that became audible.
</P>

<P>
"She is indeed!" urged Patty. "She says that&mdash;even if she wished&mdash;she
could never break off with you; as I am <I>sure</I> she would never wish!"
</P>

<P>
"Ah! that's what she says," murmured the other. And abruptly he rose.
"There's no use in talking about this. You are here for a holiday, and
not to be bored with other people's troubles. The sun is trying to
shine. Let us go and see the town, and then&mdash;yes, I'll go back with you
to Dudley, just to hear whether Eve is feeling any better. You could
see her, and then come out and tell me."
</P>

<P>
"Mr. Hilliard, I'm quite sure you are worrying without any cause&mdash;you
are, indeed!"
</P>

<P>
"I know I am. It's all nonsense. Come along, and let us enjoy the
sunshine."
</P>

<P>
They spent three or four hours together, Hilliard resolute in his
discharge of hospitable duties, and Miss Ringrose, after a brief spell
of unnatural gravity, allowing no reflection to interfere with her
holiday mood. Hilliard had never felt quite sure as to the limits of
Patty's intelligence; he could not take her seriously, and yet felt
unable to treat her altogether as a child or an imbecile. To-day,
because of his preoccupied thoughts, and the effort it cost him to be
jocose, he talked for the most part in a vein of irony which impressed,
but did not much enlighten, his hearer.
</P>

<P>
"This," said he, when they had reached the centre of things, "is the
Acropolis of Birmingham. Here are our great buildings, of which we
boast to the world. They signify the triumph of Democracy&mdash;and of
money. In front of you stands the Town Hall. Here, to the left, is the
Midland Institute, where a great deal of lecturing goes on, and the big
free library, where you can either read or go to sleep. I have done
both in my time. Behind yonder you catch a glimpse of the fountain that
plays to the glory of Joseph Chamberlain&mdash;did you ever hear of him? And
further back still is Mason College, where young men are taught a
variety of things, including discontent with a small income. To the
right there, that's the Council Hall&mdash;splendid, isn't it! We bring our
little boys to look at it, and tell them if they make money enough they
may some day go in and out as if it were their own house. Behind it you
see the Art Gallery. We don't really care for pictures; a great big
machine is our genuine delight; but it wouldn't be nice to tell
everybody that."
</P>

<P>
"What a lot I have learnt from you!" exclaimed the girl ingenuously,
when at length they turned their steps towards the railway station. "I
shall always remember Birmingham. You like it much better than London,
don't you?"
</P>

<P>
"I glory in the place!"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard was tired out. He repented of his proposal to make the journey
to Dudley and back, but his companion did not suspect this.
</P>

<P>
"I'm sure Eve will come out and have a little walk with us," she said
comfortingly. "And she'll think it so kind of you."
</P>

<P>
At Dudley station there were crowds of people; Patty asked leave to
hold by her companion's arm as they made their way to the exit. Just
outside Hilliard heard himself hailed in a familiar voice; he turned
and saw Narramore.
</P>

<P>
"I beg your pardon," said his friend, coming near. "I didn't notice&mdash;I
thought you were alone, or, of course I shouldn't have shouted. Shall
you be at home to-morrow afternoon?"
</P>

<P>
"If it rains."
</P>

<P>
"It's sure to rain. I shall look in about four."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap22"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXII
</H3>

<P>
With a glance at Miss Ringrose, he raised his hat and passed on.
Hilliard, confused by the rapid rencontre, half annoyed at having been
seen with Patty, and half wishing he had not granted the appointment
for tomorrow, as it might interfere with a visit from the girls, walked
forward in silence.
</P>

<P>
"So we really sha'n't see you if it's wet tomorrow," said Patty.
</P>

<P>
"Better not. Eve would be afraid to come, she catches cold so easily."
</P>

<P>
"It may be fine, like to-day. I do hope&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
She broke off and added:
</P>

<P>
"Why, isn't that Eve in front?"
</P>

<P>
Eve it certainly was, walking slowly away from the station, a few yards
in advance of them. They quickened their pace, and Patty caught her
friend by the arm. Eve, startled out of abstraction, stared at her with
eyes of dismay and bloodless cheeks.
</P>

<P>
"Did I frighten you? Mr. Hilliard has come back with me to ask how you
are. Is your head better?"
</P>

<P>
"I've just been down to the station&mdash;for something to do," said Eve,
her look fixed on Hilliard with what seemed to him a very strange
intensity. "The afternoon was so fine."
</P>

<P>
"We've had a splendid time," cried Patty. "Mr. Hilliard has shown me
everything."
</P>

<P>
"I'm so glad. I should only have spoilt it if I had been with you. It's
wretched going about with a headache, and I can't make believe to enjoy
Birmingham."
</P>

<P>
Eve spoke hurriedly, still regarding Hilliard, who looked upon the
ground.
</P>

<P>
"Have you been alone all day?" he asked, taking the outer place at her
side, as they walked on.
</P>

<P>
"Of course&mdash;except for the people in the house," was her offhand reply.
</P>

<P>
"I met Narramore down at the station; he must have passed you. What has
brought him here to-day, I wonder?"
</P>

<P>
Appearing not to heed the remark, Eve glanced across at Patty, and said
with a laugh:
</P>

<P>
"It's like Paris again, isn't it&mdash;we three? You ought to come and live
here, Patty. Don't you think you could get a place in Birmingham? Mr.
Hilliard would get a piano for his room, and you could let him have
some music. I'm too old to learn."
</P>

<P>
"I'm sure he wouldn't want <I>me</I> jingling there."
</P>

<P>
"Wouldn't he? He's very fond of music indeed."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard stopped.
</P>

<P>
"Well, I don't think I'll go any further," he said mechanically.
"You're quite well again, Eve, and that's all I wanted to know."
</P>

<P>
"What about to-morrow?" Eve asked.
</P>

<P>
The sun had set, and in the westward sky rose a mountain of menacing
cloud. Hilliard gave a glance in that direction before replying.
</P>

<P>
"Don't count upon me. Patty and you will enjoy the day together, in any
case. Yes, I had rather have it so. Narramore said just now he might
look in to see me in the after' noon. But come over on Monday. When
does Patty's train go from New Street?"
</P>

<P>
Eve was mute, gazing at the speaker as if she did not catch what he had
said. Patty answered for herself.
</P>

<P>
"Then you can either come to my place," he continued, "or I'll meet you
at the station."
</P>

<P>
Patty's desire was evident in her face; she looked at Eve.
</P>

<P>
"We'll come to you early in the afternoon," said the latter, speaking
like one aroused from reverie. "Yes, we'll come whatever the weather
is."
</P>

<P>
The young man shook hands with them, raised his hat, and walked away
without further speech. It occurred to him that he might overtake
Narramore at the station, and in that hope he hastened; but Narramore
must have left by a London and North-Western train which had just
started; he was nowhere discoverable. Hilliard travelled back by the
Great Western, after waiting about an hour; he had for companions
half-a-dozen beer-muddled lads, who roared hymns and costers' catches
impartially.
</P>

<P>
His mind was haunted with deadly suspicions: he felt sick at heart.
</P>

<P>
Eve's headache, undoubtedly, was a mere pretence for not accompanying
Patty to-day. She had desired to be alone, and&mdash;this he discovered no
less clearly&mdash;she wished the friendship between him and Patty to be
fostered. With what foolish hope? Was she so shallow-natured as to
imagine that he might transfer his affections to Patty Ringrose? it
proved how strong her desire had grown to be free from him.
</P>

<P>
The innocent Patty (<I>was</I> she so innocent?) seemed not to suspect the
meaning of her friend's talk. Yet Eve must have all but told her in so
many words that she was weary of her lover. That hateful harping on
"gratitude"! Well, one cannot purchase a woman's love. He had missed
the right, the generous, line of conduct. That would have been to
rescue Eve from manifest peril, and then to ask nothing of her. Could
he but have held his passions in leash, something like
friendship&mdash;rarest of all relations between man and woman&mdash;might have
come about between him and Eve. She, too, certainly had never got
beyond the stage of liking him as a companion; her senses had never
answered to his appeal He looked back upon the evening when they had
dined together at the restaurant in Holborn. Could he but have stopped
at <I>that</I> point! There would have been no harm in such avowals as then
escaped him, for he recognised without bitterness that the warmth of
feeling was all on one side, and Eve, in the manner of her sex, could
like him better for his love without a dream of returning it. His error
was to have taken advantage&mdash;perhaps a mean advantage&mdash;of the strange
events that followed. If he restrained himself before, how much more he
should have done so when the girl had put herself at his mercy, when to
demand her love was the obvious, commonplace, vulgar outcome of the
situation? Of course she harped on "gratitude." What but a sense of
obligation had constrained her?
</P>

<P>
Something had taken place to-day; he felt it as a miserable certainty.
The man from London had been with her. She expected him, and had
elaborately planned for a day of freedom. Perhaps her invitation of
Patty had no other motive.
</P>

<P>
That Patty was a conspirator against him he could not believe. No! She
was merely an instrument of Eve's subtlety. And his suspicion had not
gone beyond the truth. Eve entertained the hope that Patty might take
her place. Perchance the silly, good-natured girl would feel no
objection; though it was not very likely that she foresaw or schemed
for such an issue.
</P>

<P>
At Snow Hill station it cost him an effort to rise and leave the
carriage. His mood was sluggish; he wished to sit still and think idly
over the course of events.
</P>

<P>
He went byway of St. Philip's Church, which stands amid a wide
graveyard, enclosed with iron railings, and crossed by paved walks. The
locality was all but forsaken; the church rose black against the grey
sky, and the lofty places of business round about were darkly silent. A
man's footstep sounded in front of him, and a figure approached along
the narrow path between the high bars. Hilliard would have passed
without attention, but the man stopped his way.
</P>

<P>
"Hollo! Here we are again!"
</P>

<P>
He stared at the speaker, and recognised Mr. Dengate.
</P>

<P>
"So you've come back?"
</P>

<P>
"Where from?" said Hilliard. "What do you know of me?"
</P>

<P>
"As much as I care to," replied the other with a laugh. "So you haven't
quite gone to the devil yet? I gave you six months. I've been watching
the police news in the London papers."
</P>

<P>
In a maddening access of rage, Hilliard clenched his fist and struck
fiercely at the man. But he did no harm, for his aim was wild, and
Dengate easily warded off the blows.
</P>

<P>
"Hold on! You're drunk, of course. Stop it, my lad, or I'll have you
locked up till Monday morning. Very obliging of you to offer me the
pleasure I was expecting, but you <I>will</I> have it, eh?"
</P>

<P>
A second blow was repaid in kind, and Hilliard staggered back against
the railings. Before he could recover himself, Dengate, whose high hat
rolled between their feet, pinned his arms.
</P>

<P>
"There's someone coming along. It's a pity. I should enjoy thrashing
you and then running you in. But a man of my position doesn't care to
get mixed up in a street row. It wouldn't sound well at Liverpool.
Stand quiet, will you!"
</P>

<P>
A man and a woman drew near, and lingered for a moment in curiosity.
Hilliard already amazed at what he had done, became passive, and stood
with bent head.
</P>

<P>
"I must have a word or two With you," said Dengate, when he had picked
up his hat. "Can you walk straight? I didn't notice you were drunk
before I spoke to you. Come along this way."
</P>

<P>
To escape the lookers-on, Hilliard moved forward.
</P>

<P>
"I've always regretted," resumed his companion, "that I didn't give you
a sound thrashing that night in the train. It would have done you good.
It might have been the making of you. I didn't hurt you, eh?"
</P>

<P>
"You've bruised my lips&mdash;that's all. And I deserved it for being such a
damned fool as to lose my temper."
</P>

<P>
"You look rather more decent than I should have expected. What have you
been doing in London?"
</P>

<P>
"How do you know I have been in London?"
</P>

<P>
"I took that for granted when I knew you'd left your work at Dudley."
</P>

<P>
"Who told you I had left it?"
</P>

<P>
"What does it matter?"
</P>

<P>
"I should like to know," said Hilliard, whose excitement had passed and
left him cold. "And I should like to know who told you before that I
was in the habit of getting drunk?"
</P>

<P>
"Are you drunk now, or not?"
</P>

<P>
"Not in the way you mean. Do you happen to know a man called Narramore?"
</P>

<P>
"Never heard the name."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard felt ashamed of his ignoble suspicion. He became silent.
</P>

<P>
"There's no reason why you shouldn't be told," added Dengate; "it was a
friend of yours at Dudley that I came across when I was making
inquiries about you: Mullen his name was."
</P>

<P>
A clerk at the ironworks, with whom Hilliard had been on terms of
slight intimacy.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, that fellow," he uttered carelessly. "I'm glad to know it was no
one else. Why did you go inquiring about me?"
</P>

<P>
"I told you. If I'd heard a better account I should have done a good
deal more for you than pay that money. I gave you a chance, too. If
you'd shown any kind of decent behaviour when I spoke to you in the
train&mdash;but it's no good talking about that now. This is the second time
you've let me see what a natural blackguard you are. It's queer, too,
you didn't get that from your father. I could have put you in the way
of something good at Liverpool. Now, I'd see you damned first, Well,
have you run through the money?"
</P>

<P>
"Every penny of it gone in drink."
</P>

<P>
"And what are you doing?"
</P>

<P>
"Walking with a man I should be glad to be rid of."
</P>

<P>
"All right. Here's my card. When you get into the gutter, and nobody'll
give you a hand out, let me know."
</P>

<P>
With a nod, Dengate walked off. Hilliard saw him smooth his silk hat as
he went; then, without glancing at the card, he threw it away.
</P>

<P>
The next morning was cold and wet. He lay in bed till eleven o'clock,
when the charwoman came to put his rooms in order. At mid-day he left
home, had dinner at the nearest place he knew where a meal could be
obtained on Sunday, and afterwards walked the streets for an hour under
his umbrella. The exercise did him good; on returning he felt able to
sit down by the fire, and turn over the plates of his great book on
French Cathedrals. This, at all events, remained to him out of the
wreck, and was a joy that could be counted upon in days to come.
</P>

<P>
He hoped Narramore would keep his promise, and was not disappointed. On
the verge of dusk his friend knocked and entered.
</P>

<P>
"The blind woman was at the door below," he explained, "looking for
somebody."
</P>

<P>
"It isn't as absurd as it sounds. She does look for people&mdash;with her
ears. She knows a footstep that no one else can hear. What were <I>you</I>
doing at Dudley yesterday?"
</P>

<P>
Narramore took his pipe out of its case and smiled over it.
</P>

<P>
"Colours well, doesn't it?" he remarked. "You don't care about the
colouring of a pipe? I get a lot of satisfaction out of such little
things! Lazy fellows always do; and they have the best of life in the
end. By-the-bye, what were <I>you</I> doing at Dudley?"
</P>

<P>
"Had to go over with a girl."
</P>

<P>
"Rather a pretty girl, too. Old acquaintance?"
</P>

<P>
"Someone I got to know in London. No, no, not at all what you suppose."
</P>

<P>
"Well, I know you wouldn't talk about it. It isn't my way, either, to
say much about such things. But I half-promised, not long ago, to let
you know of something that was going on&mdash;if it came to anything. And it
rather looks as if it might. What do you think! Birching has been at
me, wanting to know why I don't call. I wonder whether the girl put him
up to it?"
</P>

<P>
"You went rather far, didn't you?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I drew back in time. Besides, those ideas are old-fashioned. It'll
have to be understood that marriageable girls have nothing specially
sacred about them. They must associate with men on equal terms. The day
has gone by for a hulking brother to come asking a man about his
'intentions.' As a rule, it's the girl that has intentions. The man is
just looking round, anxious to be amiable without making a fool of
himself. We're at a great disadvantage. A girl who isn't an idiot can
very soon know all about the men who interest her; but it's devilish
difficult to get much insight into <I>them</I>&mdash;until you've hopelessly
committed yourself&mdash;won't you smoke? I've something to tell you, and I
can't talk to a man who isn't smoking, when my own pipe's lit."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard obeyed, and for a few moments they puffed in silence, twilight
thickening about them.
</P>

<P>
"Three or four months ago," resumed Narramore, "I was told one day&mdash;at
business&mdash;that a lady wished to see me. I happened to have the room to
myself, and told them to show the lady in. I didn't in the least know
who it could be, and I was surprised to see rather a good-looking
girl&mdash;not exactly a lady&mdash;tallish, and with fine dark eyes&mdash;what did
you say?"
</P>

<P>
"Nothing."
</P>

<P>
"A twinge of gout?"
</P>

<P>
"Go on."
</P>

<P>
Narramore scrutinised his friend, who spoke in an unusual tone.
</P>

<P>
"She sat down, and began to tell me that she was out of work&mdash;wanted a
place as a bookkeeper, or something of the kind. Could I help her? I
asked her why she came to <I>me</I>. She said she had heard of me from
someone who used to be employed at our place. That was flattering. I
showed my sense of it. Then I asked her name, and she said it was Miss
Madeley."
</P>

<P>
A gust threw rain against the windows. Narramore paused, looking into
the fire, and smiling thoughtfully.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap23"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXIII
</H3>

<P>
"You foresee the course of the narrative?"
</P>

<P>
"Better tell it in detail," muttered Hilliard.
</P>

<P>
"Why this severe tone? Do you anticipate something that will shock your
moral sense? I didn't think you were so straitlaced."
</P>

<P>
"Do you mean to say&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard was sitting upright; his voice began on a harsh tremor, and
suddenly failed. The other gazed at him in humorous astonishment.
</P>

<P>
"What the devil do you mean? Even suppose&mdash;who made you a judge and a
ruler? This is the most comical start I've known for a long time. I was
going to tell you that I have made up my mind to marry the girl."
</P>

<P>
"I see&mdash;it's all right&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"But do you really mean," said Narramore, "that anything else would
have aroused your moral indignation?"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard burst into a violent fit of laughter. His pipe fell to the
floor, and broke; whereupon he interrupted his strange merriment with a
savage oath.
</P>

<P>
"It was a joke, then?" remarked his friend.
</P>

<P>
"Your monstrous dulness shows the state of your mind. This is what
comes of getting entangled with women. You need to have a sense of
humour."
</P>

<P>
"I'm afraid there's some truth in what you say, old boy. I've been
conscious of queer symptoms lately&mdash;a disposition to take things with
absurd seriousness, and an unwholesome bodily activity now and then."
</P>

<P>
"Go on with your tragic story. The girl asked you to find her a
place&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I promised to think about it, but I couldn't hear of anything
suitable. She had left her address with me, so at length I wrote her a
line just saying I hadn't forgotten her. I got an answer on black-edged
paper. Miss Madeley wrote to tell me that her father had recently died,
and that she had found employment at Dudley; with thanks for my
kindness&mdash;and so on. It was rather a nicely written letter, and after a
day or two I wrote again. I heard nothing&mdash;hardly expected to; so in a
fortnight's time I wrote once more. Significant, wasn't it? I'm not
fond of writing letters, as you know. But I've written a good many
since then. At last it came to another meeting. I went over to Dudley
on purpose, and saw Miss Madeley on the Castle Hill. I had liked the
look of her from the first, and I liked it still better now. By dint of
persuasion, I made her tell me all about herself."
</P>

<P>
"Did she tell you the truth?"
</P>

<P>
"Why should you suppose she didn't?" replied Narramore with some
emphasis. "You must look at this affair in a different light, Hilliard.
A joke is a joke, but I've told you that the joking time has gone by. I
can make allowance for you: you think I have been making a fool of
myself, after all."
</P>

<P>
"The beginning was ominous."
</P>

<P>
"The beginning of our acquaintance? Yes, I know how it strikes you. But
she came in that way because she had been trying for months&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Who was it that told her of you?"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, one of our girls, no doubt. I haven't asked her&mdash;never thought
again about it."
</P>

<P>
"And what's her record?"
</P>

<P>
"Nothing dramatic in it, I'm glad to say. At one time she had an
engagement in London for a year or two. Her people, 'poor but
honest'&mdash;as the stories put it. Father was a timekeeper at Dudley;
brother, a mechanic there. I was over to see her yesterday; we had only
just said good-bye when I met you. She's remarkably well educated, all
things considered: very fond of reading; knows as much of books as I
do&mdash;more, I daresay. First-rate intelligence; I guessed that from the
first. I can see the drawbacks, of course. As I said, she isn't what
<I>you</I> would call a lady; but there's nothing much to find fault with
even in her manners. And the long and the short of it is, I'm in love
with her."
</P>

<P>
"And she has promised to marry you?"
</P>

<P>
"Well, not in so many words. She seems to have scruples&mdash;difference of
position, and that kind of thing."
</P>

<P>
"Very reasonable scruples, no doubt."
</P>

<P>
"Quite right that she should think of it in that way, at all events.
But I believe it was practically settled yesterday. She isn't in very
brilliant health, poor girl! I want to get her away from that beastly
place as soon as possible. I shall give myself a longish holiday, and
take her on to the Continent. A thorough change of that kind would set
her up wonderfully.
</P>

<P>
"She has never been on to the Continent?"
</P>

<P>
"What a preposterous question! You're going to sleep, sitting here in
the dark. Oh, don't trouble to light up for me; I can't stay much
longer."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had risen, but instead of lighting the lamp he turned to the
window and stood there drumming with his fingers on a pane.
</P>

<P>
"Are you seriously concerned for me?" said his friend. "Does it seem a
piece of madness?"
</P>

<P>
"You must judge for yourself, Narramore."
</P>

<P>
"When you have seen her I think you'll take my views. Of course it's
the very last thing I ever imagined myself doing; but I begin to see
that the talk about fate isn't altogether humbug. I want this girl for
my wife, and I never met any one else whom I really <I>did</I> want. She
suits me exactly. It isn't as if I thought of marrying an ordinary,
ignorant, low-class girl. Eve&mdash;that's her name&mdash;is very much out of the
common, look at her how you may. She's rather melancholy, but that's a
natural result of her life."
</P>

<P>
"No doubt, as you say, she wants a thorough change," remarked Hilliard,
smiling in the gloom.
</P>

<P>
"That's it. Her nerves are out of order. Well, I thought I should like
to tell you this, old chap. You'll get over the shock in time. I more
than half believe, still, that your moral indignation was genuine. And
why not? I ought to respect you for it."
</P>

<P>
"Are you going?"
</P>

<P>
"I must be in Bristol Road by five&mdash;promised to drink a cup of Mrs.
Stocker's tea this afternoon. I'm glad now that I have kept up a few
homely acquaintances; they may be useful, Of course I shall throw over
the Birchings and that lot. You see now why my thoughts have been
running on a country house!"
</P>

<P>
He went off laughing, and his friend sat down again by the fireside.
</P>

<P>
Half an hour passed. The fire had burnt low, and the room was quite
dark. At length, Hilliard bestirred himself. He lit the lamp, drew down
the blind, and seated himself at the table to write. With great
rapidity he covered four sides of note-paper, and addressed an
envelope. But he had no postage-stamp. It could be obtained at a
tobacconist's.
</P>

<P>
So he went out, and turned towards a little shop hard by. But when he
had stamped the letter he felt undecided about posting it. Eve had
promised to come to-morrow with Patty. If she again failed him it would
be time enough to write. If she kept her promise the presence of a
third person would be an intolerable restraint upon him. Yet why? Patty
might as well know all, and act as judge between them. There needed
little sagacity to arbitrate in a matter such as this.
</P>

<P>
To sit at home was impossible. He walked for the sake of walking,
straight on, without object. Down the long gas-lit perspective of
Bradford Street, with its closed, silent workshops, across the
miserable little river Rea&mdash;canal rather than river, sewer rather than
canal&mdash;up the steep ascent to St. Martin's and the Bull Ring, and the
bronze Nelson, dripping with dirty moisture; between the big buildings
of New Street, and so to the centre of the town. At the corner by the
Post Office he stood in idle contemplation. Rain was still falling, but
lightly. The great open space gleamed with shafts of yellow radiance
reflected on wet asphalt from the numerous lamps. There was little
traffic. An omnibus clattered by, and a tottery cab, both looking
rain-soaked. Near the statue of Peel stood a hansom, the forlorn horse
crooking his knees and hanging his hopeless head. The Town Hall
colonnade sheltered a crowd of people, who were waiting for the rain to
stop, that they might spend their Sunday evening, as usual, in rambling
about the streets. Within the building, which showed light through all
its long windows, a religious meeting was in progress, and hundreds of
voices peeled forth a rousing hymn, fortified with deeper organ-note.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard noticed that as rain-drops fell on the heated globes of the
street-lamps they were thrown off again in little jets and puffs of
steam. This phenomenon amused him for several minutes. He wondered that
he had never observed it before.
</P>

<P>
Easter Sunday. The day had its importance for a Christian mind. Did Eve
think about that? Perhaps her association with him, careless as he was
in all such matters, had helped to blunt her religious feeling. Yet
what hope was there, in such a world as this, that she would retain the
pieties of her girlhood?
</P>

<P>
Easter Sunday. As he walked on, he pondered the Christian story, and
tried to make something out of it. Had it any significance for <I>him</I>?
Perhaps, for he had never consciously discarded the old faith; he had
simply let it fall out of his mind. But a woman ought to have religious
convictions. Yes; he saw the necessity of that. Better for him if Eve
were in the Town Hall yonder, joining her voice with those that sang.
</P>

<P>
Better for <I>him</I>. A selfish point of view. But the advantage would be
hers also. Did he not desire her happiness? He tried to think so, but
after all was ashamed to play the sophist with himself. The letter he
carried in his pocket told the truth. He had but to think of her as
married to Robert Narramore and the jealous fury of natural man drove
him headlong.
</P>

<P>
Monday was again a holiday. When would the cursed people get back to
their toil, and let the world resume its wonted grind and clang? They
seemed to have been making holiday for a month past.
</P>

<P>
He walked up and down on the pavement near his door, until at the
street corner there appeared a figure he knew. It was Patty Ringrose,
again unaccompanied.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap24"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXIV
</H3>

<P>
They shook hands without a word, their eyes meeting for an instant
only. Hilliard led the way upstairs; and Patty, still keeping an
embarrassed silence, sat down on the easy-chair. Her complexion was as
noticeably fresh as Hilliard's was wan and fatigued. Where Patty's skin
showed a dimple, his bore a gash, the result of an accident in shaving
this morning.
</P>

<P>
With hands behind he stood in front of the girl.
</P>

<P>
"She chose not to come, then?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes. She asked me to come and see you alone."
</P>

<P>
"No pretence of headache this time."
</P>

<P>
"I don't think it was a pretence," faltered Patty, who looked very ill
at ease, for all the bloom on her cheeks and the clear, childish light
in her eyes.
</P>

<P>
"Well, then, why hasn't she come to-day?"
</P>

<P>
"She has sent a letter for you, Mr. Hilliard."
</P>

<P>
Patty handed the missive, and Hilliard laid it upon the table.
</P>

<P>
"Am I to read it now?"
</P>

<P>
"I think it's a long letter."
</P>

<P>
"Feels like it. I'll study it at my leisure. You know what it contains?"
</P>

<P>
Patty nodded, her face turned away.
</P>

<P>
"And why has she chosen to-day to write to me?" Patty kept silence.
"Anything to do with the call I had yesterday from my friend Narramore?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes&mdash;that's the reason. But she has meant to let you know for some
time."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard drew a long breath. He fixed his eyes on the letter.
</P>

<P>
"She has told me everything," the girl continued, speaking hurriedly.
"Did you know about it before yesterday?"
</P>

<P>
"I'm not so good an actor as all that. Eve has the advantage of me in
that respect. She really thought it possible that Narramore had spoken
before?"
</P>

<P>
"She couldn't be sure."
</P>

<P>
"H'm! Then she didn't know for certain that Narramore was going to talk
to me about her yesterday?"
</P>

<P>
"She knew it <I>must</I> come."
</P>

<P>
"Patty, our friend Miss Madeley is a very sensible person&mdash;don't you
think so?"
</P>

<P>
"You mustn't think she made a plan to deceive you. She tells you all
about it in the letter, and I'm quite sure it's all true, Mr. Hilliard.
I was astonished when I heard of it, and I can't tell you how sorry I
feel&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I'm not at all sure that there's any cause for sorrow," Hilliard
interrupted, drawing up a chair and throwing himself upon it. "Unless
you mean that you are sorry for Eve."
</P>

<P>
"I meant that as well."
</P>

<P>
"Let us understand each other. How much has she told you?"
</P>

<P>
"Everything, from beginning to end. I had no idea of what happened in
London before we went to Paris. And she does so repent of it! She
doesn't know how she could do it. She wishes you had refused her."
</P>

<P>
"So do I."
</P>

<P>
"But you saved her&mdash;she can never forget that. You mustn't think that
she only pretends to be grateful. She will be grateful to you as long
as she lives. I know she will."
</P>

<P>
"On condition that I&mdash;what?"
</P>

<P>
Patty gave him a bewildered look.
</P>

<P>
"What does she ask of me now?"
</P>

<P>
"She's ashamed to ask anything. She fears you will never speak to her
again."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard meditated, then glanced at the letter.
</P>

<P>
"I had better read this now, I think, if you will let me."
</P>

<P>
"Yes&mdash;please do&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
He tore open the envelope, and disclosed two sheets of note-paper,
covered with writing. For several minutes there was silence; Patty now
and then gave a furtive glance at her companion's face as he was
reading. At length he put the letter down again, softly.
</P>

<P>
"There's something more here than I expected. Can you tell me whether
she heard from Narramore this morning?"
</P>

<P>
"She has had no letter."
</P>

<P>
"I see. And what does she suppose passed between Narramore and me
yesterday?"
</P>

<P>
"She is wondering what you told him."
</P>

<P>
"She takes it for granted, in this letter, that I have put an end to
everything between them. Well, hadn't I a right to do so?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course you had," Patty replied, with emphasis. "And she knew it
must come. She never really thought that she could marry Mr. Narramore.
She gave him no promise."
</P>

<P>
"Only corresponded with him, and made appointments with him, and
allowed him to feel sure that she would be his wife."
</P>

<P>
"Eve has behaved very strangely. I can't understand her. She ought to
have told you that she had been to see him, and that he wrote to her.
It's always best to be straightforward. See what trouble she has got
herself into!"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard took up the letter again, and again there was a long silence.
</P>

<P>
"Have you said good-bye to her?" were his next words.
</P>

<P>
"She's going to meet me at the station to see me off."
</P>

<P>
"Did she come from Dudley with you?"
</P>

<P>
"No."
</P>

<P>
"It's all very well to make use of you for this disagreeable
business&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I didn't mind it!" broke in Patty, with irrelevant cheerfulness.
</P>

<P>
"A woman 'who does such things as this should have the courage to go
through with it. She ought to have come herself, and have told me that.
She was aiming at much better things than <I>I</I> could have promised her.
There would have been something to admire in that. The worst of it is
she is making me feel ashamed of her. I'd rather have to do with a
woman who didn't care a rap for my feelings than with a weak one, who
tried to spare me to advantage herself at the same time. There's
nothing like courage, whether in good or evil. What do you think? Does
she like Narramore?"
</P>

<P>
"I think she does," faltered Patty, nervously striking her dress.
</P>

<P>
"Is she in love with him?"
</P>

<P>
"I&mdash;I really don't know!"
</P>

<P>
"Do you think she ever was in love with anyone, or ever will be?"
</P>

<P>
Patty sat mute.
</P>

<P>
"Just tell me what you think."
</P>

<P>
"I'm afraid she never&mdash;Oh, I don't like to say it, Mr. Hilliard!"
</P>

<P>
"That she never was in love with <I>me</I>? I know it."
</P>

<P>
His tone caused Patty to look up at him, and what she saw in his face
made her say quickly:
</P>

<P>
"I am so sorry; I am indeed! You deserve&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Never mind what I deserve," Hilliard interrupted with a grim smile.
"Something less than hanging, I hope. That fellow in London; she was
fond of <I>him</I>?"
</P>

<P>
The girl whispered an assent.
</P>

<P>
"A pity I interfered."
</P>

<P>
"Ah! But think what&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"We won't discuss it, Patty. It's a horrible thing to be mad about a
girl who cares no more for you than for an old glove; but it's a fool's
part to try to win her by the way of gratitude. When we came back from
Paris I ought to have gone my way, and left her to go hers. Perhaps
just possible&mdash;if I had seemed to think no more of her&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Patty waited, but he did not finish his speech.
</P>

<P>
"What are you going to do, Mr. Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, that's the question. Shall I hold her to her promise? She says
here that she will keep her word if I demand it."
</P>

<P>
"She says that!" Patty exclaimed, with startled eyes.
</P>

<P>
"Didn't you know?"
</P>

<P>
"She told me it was impossible. But perhaps she didn't mean it. Who can
tell <I>what</I> she means?"
</P>

<P>
For the first time there sounded a petulance in the girl's voice. Her
lips closed tightly, and she tapped with her foot on the floor.
</P>

<P>
"Did she say that the other thing was also impossible&mdash;to marry
Narramore?"
</P>

<P>
"She thinks it is, after what you've told him."
</P>

<P>
"Well, now, as a matter of fact I told him nothing."
</P>

<P>
Patty stared, a new light in her eyes.
</P>

<P>
"You told him&mdash;nothing?"
</P>

<P>
"I just let him suppose that I had never heard the girl's name before."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, how kind of you! How&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Please to remember that it wasn't very easy to tell the truth. What
sort of figure should I have made?"
</P>

<P>
"It's too bad of Eve! It's cruel! I can never like her as I did before."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, she's very interesting. She gives one such a lot to talk about."
</P>

<P>
"I don't like her, and I shall tell her so before I leave Birmingham.
What right has she to make people so miserable?"
</P>

<P>
"Only one, after all."
</P>

<P>
"Do you mean that you will let her marry Mr. Narramore?" Patty asked
with interest.
</P>

<P>
"We shall have to talk about that."
</P>

<P>
"If I were you I should never see her again!"
</P>

<P>
"The probability is that we shall see each other many a time."
</P>

<P>
"Then <I>you</I> haven't much courage, Mr. Hilliard!" exclaimed the girl,
with a flush on her cheeks.
</P>

<P>
"More than you think, perhaps," he answered between his teeth.
</P>

<P>
"Men are very strange," Patty commented in a low voice of scorn,
mitigated by timidity.
</P>

<P>
"Yes, we play queer pranks when a woman has made a slave of us. I
suppose you think I should have too much pride to care any more for
her. The truth is that for years to come I shall tremble all through
whenever she is near me. Such love as I have felt for Eve won't be
trampled out like a spark. It's the best and the worst part of my life.
No woman can ever be to me what Eve is."
</P>

<P>
Abashed by the grave force of this utterance, Patty shrank back into
the chair, and held her peace.
</P>

<P>
"You will very soon know what conies of it all," Hilliard continued
with a sudden change of voice. "It has to be decided pretty quickly,
one way or another."
</P>

<P>
"May I tell Eve what you have said to me?" the girl asked with
diffidence.
</P>

<P>
"Yes, anything that I have said."
</P>

<P>
Patty lingered a little, then, as her companion said no more, she rose.
</P>

<P>
"I must say good-bye, Mr. Hilliard."
</P>

<P>
"I am afraid your holiday hasn't been as pleasant as you expected."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, I have enjoyed myself very much. And I hope"&mdash;her voice
wavered&mdash;"I do hope it'll be all right. I'm sure you'll do what seems
best."
</P>

<P>
"I shall do what I find myself obliged to, Patty. Good-bye. I won't
offer to go with you, for I should be poor company."
</P>

<P>
He conducted her to the foot of the stairs, again shook hands with her,
put all his goodwill into a smile, and watched her trip away with a
step not so light as usual. Then he returned to Eve's letter. It gave
him a detailed account of her relations with Narramore. "I went to him
because I couldn't bear to live idle any longer; I had no other thought
in my mind. If he had been the means of my finding work, I should have
confessed it to you at once. But I was tempted into answering his
letters.... I knew I was behaving wrongly; I can't defend myself.... I
have never concealed my faults from you&mdash;the greatest of them is my
fear of poverty. I believe it is this that has prevented me from
returning your love as I wished to do. For a long time I have been
playing a deceitful part, and the strange thing is that I <I>knew</I> my
exposure might come at any moment. I seem to have been led on by a sort
of despair. Now I am tired of it; whether you were prepared for this or
not, I must tell you.... I don't ask you to release me. I have been
wronging you and acting against my conscience, and if you can forgive
me I will try to make up for the ill I have done...."
</P>

<P>
How much of this could he believe? Gladly he would have fooled himself
into believing it all, but the rational soul in him cast out credulity.
Every phrase of the letter was calculated for its impression. And the
very risk she had run, was not that too a matter of deliberate
speculation? She <I>might</I> succeed in her design upon Narramore; if she
failed, the 'poorer man was still to be counted upon, for she knew the
extent of her power over him. It was worth the endeavour. Perhaps, in
her insolent self-confidence, she did not fear the effect on Narramore
of the disclosure that might be made to him. And who could say that her
boldness was not likely to be justified?
</P>

<P>
He burned with wrath against her, the wrath of a hopelessly infatuated
man. Thoughts of revenge, no matter how ignoble, harassed his mind. She
counted on his slavish spirit, and even in saying that she did not ask
him to release her, she saw herself already released. At each reperusal
of her letter he felt more resolved to disappoint the hope that
inspired it. When she learnt from Patty that Narramore was still
ignorant of her history how would she exult! But that joy should be
brief. In the name of common honesty he would protect his friend. If
Narramore chose to take her with his eyes open&mdash;&mdash;
</P>

<P>
Jealous frenzy kept him pacing the room for an hour or two. Then he
went forth and haunted the neighbourhood of New Street station until
within five minutes of the time of departure of Patty's train. If Eve
kept her promise to see the girl off he might surprise her upon the
platform.
</P>

<P>
From the bridge crossing the lines he surveyed the crowd of people that
waited by the London train, a bank-holiday train taking back a freight
of excursionists. There-amid he discovered Eve, noted her position,
descended to the platform, and got as near to her as possible. The
train moved off. As Eve turned away among the dispersing people, he
stepped to meet her.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap25"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXV
</H3>

<P>
She gave no sign of surprise. Hilliard read in her face that she had
prepared herself for this encounter.
</P>

<P>
"Come away where we can talk," he said abruptly.
</P>

<P>
She walked by him to a part of the station where only a porter passed
occasionally. The echoings beneath the vaulted roof allowed them to
speak without constraint, for their voices were inaudible a yard or two
off. Hilliard would not look into her face, lest he should be softened
to foolish clemency.
</P>

<P>
"It's very kind of you," he began, with no clear purpose save the
desire of harsh speech, "to ask me to overlook this trifle, and let
things be as before."
</P>

<P>
"I have said all I <I>can</I> say in the letter. I deserve all your anger."
</P>

<P>
That was the note he dreaded, the too well remembered note of pathetic
submission. It reminded him with intolerable force that he had never
held her by any bond save that of her gratitude.
</P>

<P>
"Do you really imagine," he exclaimed, "that I could go on with
make-believe&mdash;that I could bring myself to put faith in you again for a
moment?"
</P>

<P>
"I don't ask you to," Eve replied, in firmer accents. "I have lost what
little respect you could ever feel for me. I might have repaid you with
honesty&mdash;I didn't do even that. Say the worst you can of me, and I
shall think still worse of myself."
</P>

<P>
The voice overcame him with a conviction of her sincerity, and he gazed
at her, marvelling.
</P>

<P>
"Are you honest <I>now</I>? Anyone would think so; yet how am I to believe
it?"
</P>

<P>
Eve met his eyes steadily.
</P>

<P>
"I will never again say one word to you that isn't pure truth. I am at
your mercy, and you may punish me as you like."
</P>

<P>
"There's only one way in which I can punish you. For the loss of <I>my</I>
respect, or of my love, you care nothing. If I bring myself to tell
Narramore disagreeable things about you, you will suffer a
disappointment, and that's all. The cost to me will be much greater,
and you know it. You pity yourself. You regard me as holding you
ungenerously by an advantage you once gave me. It isn't so at all. It
is I who have been held by bonds I couldn't break, and from the day
when you pretended a love you never felt, all the blame lay with you."
</P>

<P>
"What could I do?"
</P>

<P>
"Be truthful&mdash;that was all."
</P>

<P>
"You were not content with the truth. You forced me to think that I
could love you, Only remember what passed between us."
</P>

<P>
"Honesty was still possible, when you came to know yourself better. You
should have said to me in so many words: 'I can't look forward to our
future with any courage; if I marry it must be a man who has more to
offer.' Do you think I couldn't have endured to hear that? You have
never understood me. I should have said: 'Then let us shake hands, and
I am your friend to help you all I can.'"
</P>

<P>
"You say that <I>now</I>&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"I should have said it at any time."
</P>

<P>
"But I am not so mean as you think me. If I loved a man I could face
poverty with him, much as I hate and dread it. It was because I only
liked you, and could not feel more&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"Your love happens to fall upon a man who has solid possessions."
</P>

<P>
"It's easy to speak so scornfully. I have not pretended to love the man
you mean."
</P>

<P>
"Yet you have brought him to think that you are willing to marry him."
</P>

<P>
"Without any word of love from me. If I had been free I would have
married him&mdash;just because I am sick of the life I lead, and long for
the kind of life he offered me."
</P>

<P>
"When it's too late you are frank enough."
</P>

<P>
"Despise me as much as you like. You want the truth, and you shall hear
nothing else from me."
</P>

<P>
"Well, we get near to understanding each other. But it astonishes me
that you spoilt your excellent chance. How could you hope to carry
through this&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Eve broke in impatiently.
</P>

<P>
"I told you in the letter that I had no hope of it. It's your mistake
to think me a crafty, plotting, selfish woman. I'm only a very
miserable one&mdash;it went on from this to that, and I meant nothing. I
didn't scheme; I was only tempted into foolishness. I felt myself
getting into difficulties that would be my ruin, but I hadn't strength
to draw back."
</P>

<P>
"You do yourself injustice," said Hilliard, coldly. "For the past month
you have acted a part before me, and acted it well. You seemed to be
reconciling yourself to my prospects, indifferent as they were. You
encouraged me&mdash;talked with unusual cheerfulness&mdash;showed a bright face.
If this wasn't deliberate acting what did it mean?"
</P>

<P>
"Yes, it was put on," Eve admitted, after a pause. "But I couldn't help
that. I was obliged to keep seeing you, and if I had looked as
miserable as I felt&mdash;&mdash;" She broke off. "I tried to behave just like a
friend. You can't charge me with pretending&mdash;anything else. I <I>could</I>
be your friend: that was honest feeling."
</P>

<P>
"It's no use to me. I must have more, or nothing."
</P>

<P>
The flood of passion surged in him again. Some trick of her voice, or
some indescribable movement of her head&mdash;the trifles which are
all-powerful over a man in love&mdash;beat down his contending reason.
</P>

<P>
"You say," he continued, "that you will make amends for your unfair
dealing. If you mean it, take the only course that shows itself.
Confess to Narramore what you have done; you owe it to him as much as
to me."
</P>

<P>
"I can't do that," said Eve, drawing away. "It's for you to tell
him&mdash;if you like."
</P>

<P>
"No. I had my opportunity, and let it pass. I don't mean that you are
to inform him of all there has been between us; that's needless. We
have agreed to forget everything that suggests the word I hate. But
that you and I have been lovers and looked&mdash;I, at all events&mdash;to be
something more, this you must let him know."
</P>

<P>
"I can never do that."
</P>

<P>
"Without it, how are you to disentangle yourself?"
</P>

<P>
"I promise you he shall see no more of me."
</P>

<P>
"Such a promise is idle, and you know it. Remember, too, that Narramore
and I are friends. He will speak to me of you, and I can't play a farce
with him. It would be intolerable discomfort to me, and grossly unfair
to him. Do, for once, the simple, honourable thing, and make a new
beginning. After that, be guided by your own interests. Assuredly I
shall not stand in your way."
</P>

<P>
Eve had turned her eyes in the direction of crowd and bustle. When she
faced Hilliard again, he saw that she had come to a resolve.
</P>

<P>
"There's only one way out of it for me," she said impulsively. "I can't
talk any longer. I'll write to you."
</P>

<P>
She moved from him; Hilliard followed. At a distance of half-a-dozen
yards, just as he was about to address her again, she stopped and
spoke&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"You hate to hear me talk of 'gratitude.' I have always meant by it
less than you thought. I was grateful for the money, not for anything
else. When you took me away, perhaps it was the unkindest thing you
could have done."
</P>

<P>
An unwonted vehemence shook her voice. Her muscles were tense; she
stood in an attitude of rebellious pride.
</P>

<P>
"If I had been true to myself then&mdash;&mdash;But it isn't too late. If I am to
act honestly, I know very well what I must do. I will take your advice."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard could not doubt of her meaning. He remembered his last talk
with Patty. This was a declaration he had not foreseen, and it affected
him otherwise than he could have anticipated.
</P>

<P>
"My advice had nothing to do with <I>that</I>," was his answer, as he read
her face. "But I shall say not a word against it. I could respect you,
at all events."
</P>

<P>
"Yes, and I had rather have your respect than your love."
</P>

<P>
With that, she left him. He wished to pursue, but a physical languor
held him motionless. And when at length he sauntered from the place, it
was with a sense of satisfaction at what had happened. Let her carry
out that purpose: he faced it, preferred it. Let her be lost to him in
that way rather than any other. It cut the knot, and left him with a
memory of Eve that would not efface her dishonouring weakness.
</P>

<P>
Late at night, he walked about the streets near his home, debating with
himself whether she would act as she spoke, or had only sought to
frighten him with a threat. And still he hoped that her resolve was
sincere. He could bear that conclusion of their story better than any
other&mdash;unless it were her death. Better a thousand times than her
marriage with Narramore.
</P>

<P>
In the morning, fatigue gave voice to conscience. He had bidden her go,
when, perchance, a word would have checked her. Should he write, or
even go to her straightway and retract what he had said? His will
prevailed, and he did nothing.
</P>

<P>
The night that followed plagued him with other misgivings. It seemed
more probable now that she had threatened what she would never have the
courage to perform. She meant it at the moment&mdash;it declared a truth but
an hour after she would listen to commonplace morality or prudence.
Narramore would write to her; she might, perhaps, see him again. She
would cling to the baser hope.
</P>

<P>
Might but the morrow bring him a letter from London!
</P>

<P>
It brought nothing; and day after day disappointed him. More than a
week passed: he was ill with suspense, but could take no step for
setting his mind at rest. Then, as he sat one morning at his work in
the architect's office, there arrived a telegram addressed to him&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"I must see you as soon as possible. Be here before six.&mdash;Narramore."
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap26"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXVI
</H3>

<P>
"What the devil does this mean, Hilliard?"
</P>

<P>
If never before, the indolent man was now thoroughly aroused. He had an
open letter in his hand. Hilliard, standing before him in a little
office that smelt of ledgers and gum, and many other commercial things,
knew that the letter must be from Eve, and savagely hoped that it was
dated London.
</P>

<P>
"This is from Miss Madeley, and it's all about you. Why couldn't you
speak the other day?"
</P>

<P>
"What does she say about me?"
</P>

<P>
"That she has known you for a long time; that you saw a great deal of
each other in London; that she has led you on with a hope of marrying
her, though she never really meant it; in short, that she has used you
very ill, and feels obliged now to make a clean breast of it."
</P>

<P>
The listener fixed his eye upon a copying-press, but without seeing it.
A grim smile began to contort his lips.
</P>

<P>
"Where does she write from?"
</P>

<P>
"From her ordinary address&mdash;why not? I think this is rather too bad of
you. Why didn't you speak, instead of writhing about and sputtering?
That kind of thing is all very well&mdash;sense of honour and all that&mdash;but
it meant that I was being taken in. Between friends&mdash;hang it! Of course
I have done with her. I shall write at once. It's amazing; it took away
my breath. No doubt, though she doesn't say it, it was from you that
she came to know of me. She began with a lie. And who the devil could
have thought it! Her face&mdash;her way of talking! This will cut me up
awfully. Of course, I'm sorry for you, too, but it was your plain duty
to let me know what sort of a woman I had got hold of. Nay, it's she
that has got hold of me, confound her! I don't feel myself! I'm
thoroughly knocked over!"
</P>

<P>
Hilliard began humming an air. He crossed the room and sat down.
</P>

<P>
"Have you seen her since that Saturday?"
</P>

<P>
"No; she has made excuses, and I guessed something was wrong. What has
been going on? <I>You</I> have seen her?"
</P>

<P>
"Of course."
</P>

<P>
Narramore glared.
</P>

<P>
"It's devilish underhand behaviour! Look here, old fellow, we're nut
going to quarrel. No woman is worth a quarrel between two old friends.
But just speak out&mdash;can't you? What did you mean by keeping it from me?"
</P>

<P>
"It meant that I had nothing to say," Hilliard replied, through his
moustache.
</P>

<P>
"You kept silence out of spite, then? You said to yourself, 'Let him
marry her and find out afterwards what she really is!'"
</P>

<P>
"Nothing of the kind." He looked up frankly. "I saw no reason for
speaking. She accuses herself without a shadow of reason; it's mere
hysterical conscientiousness. We have known each other for half a year
or so, and I have made love to her, but I never had the least
encouragement. I knew all along she didn't care for me. How is she to
blame? A girl is under no obligation to speak of all the men who have
wanted to marry her, provided she has done nothing to be ashamed of.
There's just one bit of insincerity. It's true she knew of you from me.
But she looked you up because she despaired of finding employment; she
was at an end of her money, didn't know what to do. I have heard this
since I saw you last. It wasn't quite straightforward, but one can
forgive it in a girl hard driven by necessity."
</P>

<P>
Narramore was listening with eagerness, his lips parted, and a growing
hope in his eyes.
</P>

<P>
"There never was anything serious between you?"
</P>

<P>
"On her side, never for a moment. I pursued and pestered her, that was
all."
</P>

<P>
"Do you mind telling me who the girl was that I saw you with at Dudley?"
</P>

<P>
"A friend of Miss Madeley's, over here from London on a holiday. I have
tried to make use of her&mdash;to get her influence on my side&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
Narramore sprang from the corner of the table on which he had been
sitting.
</P>

<P>
"Why couldn't she hold her tongue! That's just like a woman, to keep a
thing quiet when she ought to speak of it, and bring it out when she
had far better say nothing. I feel as if I had treated you badly,
Hilliard. And the way you take it&mdash;I'd rather you eased your mind by
swearing at me."
</P>

<P>
"I could swear hard enough. I could grip you by the throat and jump on
you&mdash;&mdash;"
</P>

<P>
"No, I'm hanged if you could!" He forced a laugh. "And I shouldn't
advise you to try. Here, give me your hand instead." He seized it.
"We're going to talk this over like two reasonable beings. Does this
girl know her own mind? It seems to me from this letter that she wants
to get rid of me."
</P>

<P>
"You must find out whether she does or not."
</P>

<P>
"Do you <I>think</I> she does?"
</P>

<P>
"I refuse to think about it at all."
</P>

<P>
"You mean she isn't worth troubling about? Tell the truth, and be
hanged to you! Is she the kind of a girl a man may marry?"
</P>

<P>
"For all I know."
</P>

<P>
"Do you suspect her?" Narramore urged fiercely.
</P>

<P>
"She'll marry a rich man rather than a poor one&mdash;that's the worst I
think of her."
</P>

<P>
"What woman won't?"
</P>

<P>
When question and answer had revolved about this point for another
quarter of an hour, Hilliard brought the dialogue to an end. He was
clay-colour, and perspiration stood on his forehead.
</P>

<P>
"You must make her out without any more help from me. I tell you the
letter is all nonsense, and I can say no more."
</P>

<P>
He moved towards the exit.
</P>

<P>
"One thing I must know, Hilliard&mdash;Are you going to see her again?"
</P>

<P>
"Never&mdash;if I can help it."
</P>

<P>
"Can we be friends still?"
</P>

<P>
"If you never mention her name to me."
</P>

<P>
Again they shook hands, eyes crossing in a smile of shamed hostility.
And the parting was for more than a twelvemonth.
</P>

<P>
Late in August, when Hilliard was thinking of a week's rest in the
country, after a spell of harder and more successful work than he had
ever previously known, he received a letter from Patty Ringrose.
</P>

<P>
"Dear Mr. Hilliard," wrote the girl, "I have just heard from Eve that
she is to be married to Mr. Narramore in a week's time. She says you
don't know about it; but I think you <I>ought</I> to know. I haven't been
able to make anything of her two last letters, but she has written
plainly at last. Perhaps she means me to tell you. Will you let me have
a line? I should like to know whether you care much, and I do so hope
you don't! I felt sure it would come to this, and if you'll believe me,
it's just as well. I haven't answered her letter, and I don't know
whether I shall. I might say disagreeable things. Everything is the
same with me and always will be, I suppose." In conclusion, she was his
sincerely. A postscript remarked: "They tell me I play better. I've
been practising a great deal, just to kill the time."
</P>

<P>
"Dear Miss Ringrose," he responded, "I am very glad to know that Eve is
to be comfortably settled for life. By all means answer her letter, and
by all means keep from saying disagreeable things. It is never wise to
quarrel with prosperous friends, and why should you? With every good
wish&mdash;&mdash;" he remained sincerely hers.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<A NAME="chap27"></A>
<H3 ALIGN="center">
CHAPTER XXVII
</H3>

<P>
When Hilliard and his friend again shook hands it was the autumn of
another year. Not even by chance had they encountered in the interval
and no written message had passed between them. Their meeting was at a
house newly acquired by the younger of the Birching brothers, who,
being about to marry, summoned his bachelor familiars to smoke their
pipes in the suburban abode while yet his rule there was undisputed.
With Narramore he had of late resumed the friendship interrupted by
Miss Birching's displeasure, for that somewhat imperious young lady,
now the wife of an elderly ironmaster, moved in other circles; and
Hilliard's professional value, which was beginning to be recognised by
the Birchings otherwise than in the way of compliment, had overcome the
restraints at first imposed by his dubious social standing.
</P>

<P>
They met genially, without a hint of estrangement.
</P>

<P>
"Your wife well?" Hilliard took an opportunity of asking apart.
</P>

<P>
"Thanks, she's getting all right again. At Llandudno just now. Glad to
see that you're looking so uncommonly fit."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard had undoubtedly improved in personal appearance. He grew a
beard, which added to his seeming age, but suited with his features;
his carriage was more upright than of old.
</P>

<P>
A week or two after this, Narramore sent a friendly note&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Shall I see you at Birching's on Sunday? My wife will be there, to
meet Miss Marks and some other people. Come if you can, old fellow. I
should take it as a great kindness."
</P>

<P>
And Hilliard went. In the hall he was confronted by Narramore, who
shook hands with him rather effusively, and said a few words in an
undertone.
</P>

<P>
"She's out in the garden. Will be delighted to see you. Awfully good of
you, old boy! Had to come sooner or later, you know."
</P>

<P>
Not quite assured of this necessity, and something less than composed,
Hilliard presently passed through the house into the large walled
garden behind it. Here he was confusedly aware of a group of ladies,
not one of whom, on drawing nearer, did he recognise. A succession of
formalities discharged, he heard his friend's voice saying&mdash;
</P>

<P>
"Hilliard, let me introduce you to my wife."
</P>

<P>
There before him stood Eve. He had only just persuaded himself of her
identity; his eyes searched her countenance with wonder which barely
allowed him to assume a becoming attitude. But Mrs. Narramore was
perfect in society's drill. She smiled very sweetly, gave her hand,
said what the occasion demanded. Among the women present&mdash;all well
bred&mdash;she suffered no obscurement. Her voice was tuned to the
appropriate harmony; her talk invited to an avoidance of the hackneyed.
</P>

<P>
Hilliard revived his memories of Gower Place&mdash;of the streets of Paris.
Nothing preternatural had come about; nothing that he had not
forecasted in his hours of hope. But there were incidents in the past
which this moment blurred away into the region of dreamland, and which
he shrank from the effort of reinvesting with credibility.
</P>

<P>
"This is a pleasant garden."
</P>

<P>
Eve had approached him as he stood musing, after a conversation with
other ladies.
</P>

<P>
"Rather new, of course; but a year will do wonders. Have you seen the
chrysanthemums?"
</P>

<P>
She led him apart, as they stood regarding the flowers, Hilliard was
surprised by words that fell from her.
</P>

<P>
"Your contempt for me is beyond expression, isn't it?"
</P>

<P>
"It is the last feeling I should associate with you," he answered.
</P>

<P>
"Oh, but be sincere. We have both learnt to speak another language&mdash;you
no less than I. Let me hear a word such as you used to speak. I know
you despise me unutterably."
</P>

<P>
"You are quite mistaken. I admire you very much."
</P>

<P>
"What&mdash;my skill? Or my dress?"
</P>

<P>
"Everything. You have become precisely what you were meant to be."
</P>

<P>
"Oh, the scorn of that!"
</P>

<P>
"I beg you not to think it for a moment. There was a time when I might
have found a foolish pleasure in speaking to you with sarcasm. But that
has long gone by."
</P>

<P>
"What am I, then?"
</P>

<P>
"An English lady&mdash;with rather more intellect than most."
</P>

<P>
Eve flushed with satisfaction.
</P>

<P>
"It's more than kind of you to say that. But you always had a generous
spirit. I never thanked you. Not one poor word. I was cowardly&mdash;afraid
to write. And you didn't care for my thanks."
</P>

<P>
"I do now."
</P>

<P>
"Then I thank you. With all my heart, again and again!"
</P>

<P>
Her voice trembled under fulness of meaning.
</P>

<P>
"You find life pleasant?"
</P>

<P>
"You do, I hope?" she answered, as they paced on.
</P>

<P>
"Not unpleasant, at all events. I am no longer slaving under the iron
gods. I like my work, and it promises to reward me."
</P>

<P>
Eve made a remark about a flower-bed. Then her voice subdued again.
</P>

<P>
"How do you look back on your great venture&mdash;your attempt to make the
most that could be made of a year in your life?"
</P>

<P>
"Quite contentedly. It was worth doing, and is worth remembering."
</P>

<P>
"Remember, if you care to," Eve resumed, "that all I am and have I owe
to you. I was all but lost&mdash;all but a miserable captive for the rest of
my life. You came and ransomed me. A less generous man would have
spoilt his work at the last moment. But you were large minded enough to
support my weakness till I was safe."
</P>

<P>
Hilliard smiled for answer.
</P>

<P>
"You and Robert are friends again?"
</P>

<P>
"Perfectly."
</P>

<P>
She turned, and they rejoined the company.
</P>

<P>
A week later Hilliard went down into the country, to a quiet spot where
he now and then refreshed his mind after toil in Birmingham. He slept
at a cottage, and on the Sunday morning walked idly about the lanes.
</P>

<P>
A white frost had suddenly hastened the slow decay of mellow autumn.
Low on the landscape lay a soft mist, dense enough to conceal
everything at twenty yards away, but suffused with golden sunlight;
overhead shone the clear blue sky. Roadside trees and hedges, their
rich tints softened by the medium through which they were discerned,
threw shadows of exquisite faintness. A perfect quiet possessed the
air, but from every branch, as though shaken by some invisible hand,
dead foliage dropped to earth in a continuous shower; softly pattering
from beech to maple, or with the heavier fall of ash-leaves, while at
long intervals sounded the thud of apples tumbling from a crab-tree.
Thick-clustered berries arrayed the hawthorns, the briar was rich in
scarlet fruit; everywhere the frost had left the adornment of its
subtle artistry. Each leaf upon the hedge shone silver-outlined;
spiders' webs, woven from stein to stem, glistened in the morning
radiance; the grasses by the way side stood stark in gleaming mail.
</P>

<P>
And Maurice Hilliard, a free man in his own conceit, sang to himself a
song of the joy of life.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR>

<P CLASS="finis">
THE END.
</P>

<BR><BR><BR><BR>








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