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+Title: The Fallen Leaves
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FALLEN LEAVES ***
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+Produced by James Rusk
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+The Fallen Leaves
+
+by Wilkie Collins
+
+
+To CAROLINE
+
+Experience of the reception of _The Fallen Leaves_ by intelligent
+readers, who have followed the course of the periodical publication at
+home and abroad, has satisfied me that the design of the work speaks
+for itself, and that the scrupulous delicacy of treatment, in certain
+portions of the story, has been as justly appreciated as I could wish.
+Having nothing to explain, and (so far as my choice of subject is
+concerned) nothing to excuse, I leave my book, without any prefatory
+pleading for it, to make its appeal to the reading public on such
+merits as it may possess.
+
+W. C. GLOUCESTER PLACE, LONDON July 1st, 1879
+
+
+THE PROLOGUE
+
+I
+
+The resistless influences which are one day to reign supreme over our
+poor hearts, and to shape the sad short course of our lives, are
+sometimes of mysteriously remote origin, and find their devious ways to
+us through the hearts and the lives of strangers.
+
+While the young man whose troubled career it is here proposed to follow
+was wearing his first jacket, and bowling his first hoop, a domestic
+misfortune, falling on a household of strangers, was destined
+nevertheless to have its ultimate influence over his happiness, and to
+shape the whole aftercourse of his life.
+
+For this reason, some First Words must precede the Story, and must
+present the brief narrative of what happened in the household of
+strangers. By what devious ways the event here related affected the
+chief personage of these pages, when he grew to manhood, it will be the
+business of the story to trace, over land and sea, among men and women,
+in bright days and dull days alike, until the end is reached, and the
+pen (God willing) is put back in the desk.
+
+II
+
+Old Benjamin Ronald (of the Stationers' Company) took a young wife at
+the ripe age of fifty, and carried with him into the holy estate of
+matrimony some of the habits of his bachelor life.
+
+As a bachelor, he had never willingly left his shop (situated in that
+exclusively commercial region of London which is called "the City")
+from one year's end to another. As a married man, he persisted in
+following the same monotonous course; with this one difference, that he
+now had a woman to follow it with him. "Travelling by railway," he
+explained to his wife, "will make your head ache--it makes _my_ head
+ache. Travelling by sea will make you sick--it makes _me_ sick. If you
+want change of air, every sort of air is to be found in the City. If
+you admire the beauties of Nature, there is Finsbury Square with the
+beauties of Nature carefully selected and arranged. When we are in
+London, you (and I) are all right; and when we are out of London, you
+(and I) are all wrong." As surely as the autumn holiday season set in,
+so surely Old Ronald resisted his wife's petition for a change of scene
+in that form of words. A man habitually fortified behind his own inbred
+obstinacy and selfishness is for the most part an irresistible power
+within the limits of his domestic circle. As a rule, patient Mrs.
+Ronald yielded; and her husband stood revealed to his neighbours in the
+glorious character of a married man who had his own way.
+
+But in the autumn of 1856, the retribution which sooner or later
+descends on all despotisms, great and small, overtook the iron rule of
+Old Ronald, and defeated the domestic tyrant on the battle-field of his
+own fireside.
+
+The children born of the marriage, two in number, were both daughters.
+The elder had mortally offended her father by marrying imprudently--in
+a pecuniary sense. He had declared that she should never enter his
+house again; and he had mercilessly kept his word. The younger daughter
+(now eighteen years of age) proved to be also a source of parental
+inquietude, in another way. She was the passive cause of the revolt
+which set her father's authority at defiance. For some little time past
+she had been out of health. After many ineffectual trials of the mild
+influence of persuasion, her mother's patience at last gave way. Mrs.
+Ronald insisted--yes, actually insisted--on taking Miss Emma to the
+seaside.
+
+"What's the matter with you?" Old Ronald asked; detecting something
+that perplexed him in his wife's look and manner, on the memorable
+occasion when she asserted a will of her own for the first time in her
+life.
+
+A man of finer observation would have discovered the signs of no
+ordinary anxiety and alarm, struggling to show themselves openly in the
+poor woman's face. Her husband only saw a change that puzzled him.
+"Send for Emma," he said, his natural cunning inspiring him with the
+idea of confronting the mother and daughter, and of seeing what came of
+_that._ Emma appeared, plump and short, with large blue eyes, and full
+pouting lips, and splendid yellow hair: otherwise, miserably pale,
+languid in her movements, careless in her dress, sullen in her manner.
+Out of health as her mother said, and as her father saw.
+
+"You can see for yourself," said Mrs. Ronald, "that the girl is pining
+for fresh air. I have heard Ramsgate recommended."
+
+Old Ronald looked at his daughter. She represented the one tender place
+in his nature. It was not a large place; but it did exist. And the
+proof of it is, that he began to yield--with the worst possible grace.
+
+"Well, we will see about it," he said.
+
+"There is no time to be lost," Mrs. Ronald persisted. "I mean to take
+her to Ramsgate tomorrow."
+
+Mr. Ronald looked at his wife as a dog looks at the maddened sheep that
+turns on him. "You mean?" repeated the stationer. "Upon my soul--what
+next? You mean? Where is the money to come from? Answer me that."
+
+Mrs. Ronald declined to be drawn into a conjugal dispute, in the
+presence of her daughter. She took Emma's arm, and led her to the door.
+There she stopped, and spoke. "I have already told you that the girl is
+ill," she said to her husband. "And I now tell you again that she must
+have the sea air. For God's sake, don't let us quarrel! I have enough
+to try me without that." She closed the door on herself and her
+daughter, and left her lord and master standing face to face with the
+wreck of his own outraged authority.
+
+What further progress was made by the domestic revolt, when the bedroom
+candles were lit, and the hour of retirement had arrived with the
+night, is naturally involved in mystery. This alone is certain: On the
+next morning, the luggage was packed, and the cab was called to the
+door. Mrs. Ronald spoke her parting words to her husband in private.
+
+"I hope I have not expressed myself too strongly about taking Emma to
+the seaside," she said, in gentle pleading tones. "I am anxious about
+our girl's health. If I have offended you--without meaning it, God
+knows!--say you forgive me before I go. I have tried honestly, dear, to
+be a good wife to you. And you have always trusted me, haven't you? And
+you trust me still?"
+
+She took his lean cold hand, and pressed it fervently: her eyes rested
+on him with a strange mixture of timidity and anxiety. Still in the
+prime of her life, she preserved the personal attractions--the fair
+calm refined face, the natural grace of look and movement--which had
+made her marriage to a man old enough to be her father a cause of angry
+astonishment among all her friends. In the agitation that now possessed
+her, her colour rose, her eyes brightened; she looked for the moment
+almost young enough to be Emma's sister. Her husband opened his hard
+old eyes in surly bewilderment. "Why need you make this fuss?" he
+asked. "I don't understand you." Mrs. Ronald shrank at those words as
+if he had struck her. She kissed him in silence, and joined her
+daughter in the cab.
+
+For the rest of that day, the persons in the stationer's employment had
+a hard time of it with their master in the shop. Something had upset
+Old Ronald. He ordered the shutters to be put up earlier that evening
+than usual. Instead of going to his club (at the tavern round the
+corner), he took a long walk in the lonely and lifeless streets of the
+City by night. There was no disguising it from himself; his wife's
+behaviour at parting had made him uneasy. He naturally swore at her for
+taking that liberty, while he lay awake alone in his bed. "Damn the
+woman! What does she mean?" The cry of the soul utters itself in
+various forms of expression. That was the cry of Old Ronald's soul,
+literally translated.
+
+III
+
+The next morning brought him a letter from Ramsgate.
+
+"I write immediately to tell you of our safe arrival. We have found
+comfortable lodgings (as the address at the head of this letter will
+inform you) in Albion Place. I thank you, and Emma desires to thank you
+also, for your kindness in providing us with ample means for taking our
+little trip. It is beautiful weather today; the sea is calm, and the
+pleasure-boats are out. We do not of course expect to see you here. But
+if you do, by any chance, overcome your objection to moving out of
+London, I have a little request to make. Please let me hear of your
+visit beforehand--so that I may not omit all needful preparations. I
+know you dislike being troubled with letters (except on business), so I
+will not write too frequently. Be so good as to take no news for good
+news, in the intervals. When you have a few minutes to spare, you will
+write, I hope, and tell me how you and the shop are going on. Emma
+sends you her love, in which I beg to join." So the letter was
+expressed, and so it ended.
+
+"They needn't be afraid of my troubling them. Calm seas and
+pleasure-boats! Stuff and nonsense!" Such was the first impression
+which his wife's report of herself produced on Old Ronald's mind. After
+a while, he looked at the letter again--and frowned, and reflected.
+"Please let me hear of your visit beforehand," he repeated to himself,
+as if the request had been, in some incomprehensible way, offensive to
+him. He opened the drawer of his desk, and threw the letter into it.
+When business was over for the day, he went to his club at the tavern,
+and made himself unusually disagreeable to everybody.
+
+A week passed. In the interval he wrote briefly to his wife. "I'm all
+right, and the shop goes on as usual." He also forwarded one or two
+letters which came for Mrs. Ronald. No more news reached him from
+Ramsgate. "I suppose they're enjoying themselves," he reflected. "The
+house looks queer without them; I'll go to the club."
+
+He stayed later than usual, and drank more than usual, that night. It
+was nearly one in the morning when he let himself in with his
+latch-key, and went upstairs to bed.
+
+Approaching the toilette-table, he found a letter lying on it,
+addressed to "Mr. Ronald--private." It was not in his wife's
+handwriting; not in any handwriting known to him. The characters sloped
+the wrong way, and the envelope bore no postmark. He eyed it over and
+over suspiciously. At last he opened it, and read these lines:
+
+"You are advised by a true friend to lose no time in looking after your
+wife. There are strange doings at the seaside. If you don't believe me,
+ask Mrs. Turner, Number 1, Slains Row, Ramsgate."
+
+No address, no date, no signature--an anonymous letter, the first he
+had ever received in the long course of his life.
+
+His hard brain was in no way affected by the liquor that he had drunk.
+He sat down on his bed, mechanically folding and refolding the letter.
+The reference to "Mrs. Turner" produced no impression on him of any
+sort: no person of that name, common as it was, happened to be numbered
+on the list of his friends or his customers. But for one circumstance,
+he would have thrown the letter aside, in contempt. His memory reverted
+to his wife's incomprehensible behaviour at parting. Addressing him
+through that remembrance, the anonymous warning assumed a certain
+importance to his mind. He went down to his desk, in the back office,
+and took his wife's letter out of the drawer, and read it through
+slowly. "Ha!" he said, pausing as he came across the sentence which
+requested him to write beforehand, in the unlikely event of his
+deciding to go to Ramsgate. He thought again of the strangely
+persistent way in which his wife had dwelt on his trusting her; he
+recalled her nervous anxious looks, her deepening colour, her agitation
+at one moment, and then her sudden silence and sudden retreat to the
+cab. Fed by these irritating influences, the inbred suspicion in his
+nature began to take fire slowly. She might be innocent enough in
+asking him to give her notice before he joined her at the seaside--she
+might naturally be anxious to omit no needful preparation for his
+comfort. Still, he didn't like it; no, he didn't like it. An appearance
+as of a slow collapse passed little by little over his rugged wrinkled
+face. He looked many years older than his age, as he sat at the desk,
+with the flaring candlelight close in front of him, thinking. The
+anonymous letter lay before him, side by side with his wife's letter.
+On a sudden, he lifted his gray head, and clenched his fist, and struck
+the venomous written warning as if it had been a living thing that
+could feel. "Whoever you are," he said, "I'll take your advice."
+
+He never even made the attempt to go to bed that night. His pipe helped
+him through the comfortless and dreary hours. Once or twice he thought
+of his daughter. Why had her mother been so anxious about her? Why had
+her mother taken her to Ramsgate? Perhaps, as a blind--ah, yes, perhaps
+as a blind! More for the sake of something to do than for any other
+reason, he packed a handbag with a few necessaries. As soon as the
+servant was stirring, he ordered her to make him a cup of strong
+coffee. After that, it was time to show himself as usual, on the
+opening of the shop. To his astonishment, he found his clerk taking
+down the shutters, in place of the porter.
+
+"What does this mean?" he asked. "Where is Farnaby?"
+
+The clerk looked at his master, and paused aghast with a shutter in his
+hands.
+
+"Good Lord! what has come to you?" he cried. "Are you ill?"
+
+Old Ronald angrily repeated his question: "Where is Farnaby?"
+
+"I don't know," was the answer.
+
+"You don't know? Have you been up to his bedroom?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"Well, he isn't in his bedroom. And, what's more, his bed hasn't been
+slept in last night. Farnaby's off, sir--nobody knows where."
+
+Old Ronald dropped heavily into the nearest chair. This second mystery,
+following on the mystery of the anonymous letter, staggered him. But
+his business instincts were still in good working order. He held out
+his keys to the clerk. "Get the petty cash-book," he said, "and see if
+the money is all right."
+
+The clerk received the keys under protest. _"That's_ not the right
+reading of the riddle," he remarked.
+
+"Do as I tell you!"
+
+The clerk opened the money-drawer under the counter; counted the
+pounds, shillings and pence paid by chance customers up to the closing
+of the shop on the previous evening; compared the result with the petty
+cash-book, and answered, "Right to a halfpenny."
+
+Satisfied so far, old Ronald condescended to approach the speculative
+side of the subject, with the assistance of his subordinate. "If what
+you said just now means anything," he resumed, "it means that you
+suspect the reason why Farnaby has left my service. Let's hear it."
+
+"You know that I never liked John Farnaby," the clerk began. "An active
+young fellow and a clever young fellow, I grant you. But a bad servant
+for all that. False, Mr. Ronald--false to the marrow of his bones."
+
+Mr. Ronald's patience began to give way. "Come to the facts," he
+growled. "Why has Farnaby gone off without a word to anybody? Do you
+know that?"
+
+"I know no more than you do," the clerk answered coolly. "Don't fly
+into a passion. I have got some facts for you, if you will only give me
+time. Turn them over in your own mind, and see what they come to. Three
+days ago I was short of postage-stamps, and I went to the office.
+Farnaby was there, waiting at the desk where they pay the post-office
+orders. There must have been ten or a dozen people with letters,
+orders, and what not, between him and me. I got behind him quietly, and
+looked over his shoulder. I saw the clerk give him the money for his
+post-office order. Five pounds in gold, which I reckoned as they lay on
+the counter, and a bank-note besides, which he crumpled up in his hand.
+I can't tell you how much it was for; I only know it _was_ a bank-note.
+Just ask yourself how a porter on twenty shillings a week (with a
+mother who takes in washing, and a father who takes in drink) comes to
+have a correspondent who sends him an order for five sovereigns--and a
+bank-note, value unknown. Say he's turned betting-man in secret. Very
+good. There's the post-office order, in that case, to show that he's
+got a run of luck. If he has got a run of luck, tell me this--why does
+he leave his place like a thief in the night? He's not a slave; he's
+not even an apprentice. When he thinks he can better himself, he has no
+earthly need to keep it a secret that he means to leave your service.
+He may have met with an accident, to be sure. But that's not _my_
+belief. I say he's up to some mischief And now comes the question: What
+are we to do?"
+
+Mr. Ronald, listening with his head down, and without interposing a
+word on his own part, made an extraordinary answer. "Leave it," he
+said. "Leave it till tomorrow."
+
+"Why?" the clerk answered, without ceremony.
+
+Mr. Ronald made another extraordinary answer. "Because I am obliged to
+go out of town for the day. Look after the business. The ironmonger's
+man over the way will help you to put up the shutters at night. If
+anybody inquires for me, say I shall be back tomorrow." With those
+parting directions, heedless of the effect that he had produced on the
+clerk, he looked at his watch, and left the shop.
+
+
+IV
+
+The bell which gave five minutes' notice of the starting of the
+Ramsgate train had just rung.
+
+While the other travellers were hastening to the platform, two persons
+stood passively apart as if they had not even yet decided on taking
+their places in the train. One of the two was a smart young man in a
+cheap travelling suit; mainly noticeable by his florid complexion, his
+restless dark eyes, and his profusely curling black hair. The other was
+a middle-aged woman in frowsy garments; tall and stout, sly and sullen.
+The smart young man stood behind the uncongenial-looking person with
+whom he had associated himself, using her as a screen to hide him while
+he watched the travellers on their way to the train. As the bell rang,
+the woman suddenly faced her companion, and pointed to the railway
+clock.
+
+"Are you waiting to make up your mind till the train has gone?" she
+asked.
+
+The young man frowned impatiently. "I am waiting for a person whom I
+expect to see," he answered. "If the person travels by this train, we
+shall travel by it. If not, we shall come back here, and look out for
+the next train, and so on till night-time, if it's necessary."
+
+The woman fixed her small scowling gray eyes on the man as he replied
+in those terms. "Look here!" she broke out. "I like to see my way
+before me. You're a stranger, young Mister; and it's as likely as not
+you've given me a false name and address. That don't matter. False
+names are commoner than true ones, in my line of life. But mind this! I
+don't stir a step farther till I've got half the money in my hand, and
+my return-ticket there and back."
+
+"Hold your tongue!" the man suddenly interposed in a whisper. "It's all
+right. I'll get the tickets."
+
+He looked while he spoke at an elderly traveller, hastening by with his
+head down, deep in thought, noticing nobody. The traveller was Mr.
+Ronald. The young man, who had that moment recognized him, was his
+runaway porter, John Farnaby.
+
+Returning with the tickets, the porter took his repellent travelling
+companion by the arm, and hurried her along the platform to the train.
+"The money!" she whispered, as they took their places. Farnaby handed
+it to her, ready wrapped up in a morsel of paper. She opened the paper,
+satisfied herself that no trick had been played her, and leaned back in
+her corner to go to sleep. The train started. Old Ronald travelled by
+the second class; his porter and his porter's companion accompanied him
+secretly by the third.
+
+V
+
+It was still early in the afternoon when Mr. Ronald descended the
+narrow street which leads from the high land of the South-Eastern
+railway station to the port of Ramsgate. Asking his way of the first
+policeman whom he met, he turned to the left, and reached the cliff on
+which the houses in Albion Place are situated. Farnaby followed him at
+a discreet distance; and the woman followed Farnaby.
+
+Arrived in sight of the lodging-house, Mr. Ronald paused--partly to
+recover his breath, partly to compose himself. He was conscious of a
+change of feeling as he looked up at the windows: his errand suddenly
+assumed a contemptible aspect in his own eyes. He almost felt ashamed
+of himself. After twenty years of undisturbed married life, was it
+possible that he had doubted his wife--and that at the instigation of a
+stranger whose name even was unknown to him? "If she was to step out in
+the balcony, and see me down here," he thought, "what a fool I should
+look!" He felt half-inclined, at the moment when he lifted the knocker
+of the door, to put it back again quietly, and return to London. No! it
+was too late. The maid-servant was hanging up her birdcage in the area
+of the house; the maid-servant had seen him.
+
+"Does Mrs. Ronald lodge here?" he asked.
+
+The girl lifted her eyebrows and opened her mouth--stared at him in
+speechless confusion--and disappeared in the kitchen regions. This
+strange reception of his inquiry irritated him unreasonably. He knocked
+with the absurd violence of a man who vents his anger on the first
+convenient thing that he can find. The landlady opened the door, and
+looked at him in stern and silent surprise.
+
+"Does Mrs. Ronald lodge here?" he repeated.
+
+The landlady answered with some appearance of effort--the effort of a
+person who was carefully considering her words before she permitted
+them to pass her lips.
+
+"Mrs. Ronald has taken rooms here. But she has not occupied them yet."
+
+"Not occupied them yet?" The words bewildered him as if they had been
+spoken in an unknown tongue. He stood stupidly silent on the doorstep.
+His anger was gone; an all-mastering fear throbbed heavily at his
+heart. The landlady looked at him, and said to her secret self: "Just
+what I suspected; there _is_ something wrong!"
+
+"Perhaps I have not sufficiently explained myself, sir," she resumed
+with grave politeness. "Mrs. Ronald told me that she was staying at
+Ramsgate with friends. She would move into my house, she said, when her
+friends left--but they had not quite settled the day yet. She calls
+here for letters. Indeed, she was here early this morning, to pay the
+second week's rent. I asked when she thought of moving in. She didn't
+seem to know; her friends (as I understood) had not made up their
+minds. I must say I thought it a little odd. Would you like to leave
+any message?"
+
+He recovered himself sufficiently to speak. "Can you tell me where her
+friends live?" he said.
+
+The landlady shook her head. "No, indeed. I offered to save Mrs. Ronald
+the trouble of calling here, by sending letters or cards to her present
+residence. She declined the offer--and she has never mentioned the
+address. Would you like to come in and rest, sir? I will see that your
+card is taken care of, if you wish to leave it."
+
+"Thank you, ma'am--it doesn't matter--good morning."
+
+The landlady looked after him as he descended the house-steps. "It's
+the husband, Peggy," she said to the servant, waiting inquisitively
+behind her. "Poor old gentleman! And such a respectable-looking woman,
+too!"
+
+Mr. Ronald walked mechanically to the end of the row of houses, and met
+the wide grand view of sea and sky. There were some seats behind the
+railing which fenced the edge of the cliff. He sat down, perfectly
+stupefied and helpless, on the nearest bench.
+
+At the close of life, the loss of a man's customary nourishment extends
+its debilitating influence rapidly from his body to his mind. Mr.
+Ronald had tasted nothing but his cup of coffee since the previous
+night. His mind began to wander strangely; he was not angry or
+frightened or distressed. Instead of thinking of what had just
+happened, he was thinking of his young days when he had been a
+cricket-player. One special game revived in his memory, at which he had
+been struck on the head by the ball. "Just the same feeling," he
+reflected vacantly, with his hat off, and his hand on his forehead.
+"Dazed and giddy--just the same feeling!"
+
+He leaned back on the bench, and fixed his eyes on the sea, and
+wondered languidly what had come to him. Farnaby and the woman, still
+following, waited round the corner where they could just keep him in
+view.
+
+The blue lustre of the sky was without a cloud; the sunny sea leapt
+under the fresh westerly breeze. From the beach, the cries of children
+at play, the shouts of donkey-boys driving their poor beasts, the
+distant notes of brass instruments playing a waltz, and the mellow
+music of the small waves breaking on the sand, rose joyously together
+on the fragrant air. On the next bench, a dirty old boatman was prosing
+to a stupid old visitor. Mr. Ronald listened, with a sense of vacant
+content in the mere act of listening. The boatman's words found their
+way to his ears like the other sounds that were abroad in the air.
+"Yes; them's the Goodwin Sands, where you see the lightship. And that
+steamer there, towing a vessel into the harbour, that's the Ramsgate
+Tug. Do you know what I should like to see? I should like to see the
+Ramsgate Tug blow up. Why? I'll tell you why. I belong to Broadstairs;
+I don't belong to Ramsgate. Very well. I'm idling here, as you may see,
+without one copper piece in my pocket to rub against another. What
+trade do I belong to? I don't belong to no trade; I belong to a boat.
+The boat's rotting at Broadstairs, for want of work. And all along of
+what? All along of the Tug. The Tug has took the bread out of our
+mouths: me and my mates. Wait a bit; I'll show you how. What did a ship
+do, in the good old times, when she got on them sands--Goodwin Sands?
+Went to pieces, if it come on to blow; or got sucked down little by
+little when it was fair weather. Now I'm coming to it. What did We do
+(in the good old times, mind you) when we happened to see that ship in
+distress? Out with our boat; blow high or blow low, out with our boat.
+And saved the lives of the crew, did you say? Well, yes; saving the
+crew was part of the day's work, to be sure; the part we didn't get
+paid for. We saved _the cargo,_ Master! and got salvage!! Hundreds of
+pounds, I tell you, divided amongst us by law!!! Ah, those times are
+gone. A parcel of sneaks get together, and subscribe to build a
+Steam-Tug. When a ship gets on the sands now, out goes the Tug, night
+and day alike, and brings her safe into harbour, and takes the bread
+out of our mouths. Shameful--that's what I call it--shameful."
+
+The last words of the boatman's lament fell lower, lower, lower on Mr.
+Ronald's ears--he lost them altogether--he lost the view of the sea--he
+lost the sense of the wind blowing over him. Suddenly, he was roused as
+if from a deep sleep. On one side, the man from Broadstairs was shaking
+him by the collar. "I say, Master, cheer up; what's come to you?" On
+the other side, a compassionate lady was offering her smelling-bottle.
+"I am afraid, sir, you have fainted." He struggled to his feet, and
+vacantly thanked the lady. The man from Broadstairs--with an eye to
+salvage--took charge of the human wreck, and towed him to the nearest
+public-house. "A chop and a glass of brandy-and-water," said this good
+Samaritan of the nineteenth century. "That's what you want. I'm peckish
+myself, and I'll keep you company."
+
+He was perfectly passive in the hands of any one who would take charge
+of him; he submitted as if he had been the boatman's dog, and had heard
+the whistle.
+
+It could only be truly said that he had come to himself, when there had
+been time enough for him to feel the reanimating influence of the food
+and drink. Then he got to his feet, and looked with incredulous wonder
+at the companion of his meal. The man from Broadstairs opened his
+greasy lips, and was silenced by the sudden appearance of a gold coin
+between Mr. Ronald's finger and thumb. "Don't speak to me; pay the
+bill, and bring me the change outside." When the boatman joined him, he
+was reading a letter; walking to and fro, and speaking at intervals to
+himself. "God help me, have I lost my senses? I don't know what to do
+next." He referred to the letter again: "if you don't believe me, ask
+Mrs. Turner, Number 1, Slains Row, Ramsgate." He put the letter back in
+his pocket, and rallied suddenly. "Slains Row," he said, turning to the
+boatman. "Take me there directly, and keep the change for yourself."
+
+The boatman's gratitude was (apparently) beyond expression in words. He
+slapped his pocket cheerfully, and that was all. Leading the way
+inland, he went downhill, and uphill again--then turned aside towards
+the eastern extremity of the town.
+
+Farnaby, still following, with the woman behind him, stopped when the
+boatman diverged towards the east, and looked up at the name of the
+street. "I've got my instructions," he said; "I know where he's going.
+Step out! We'll get there before him, by another way."
+
+Mr. Ronald and his guide reached a row of poor little houses, with poor
+little gardens in front of them and behind them. The back windows
+looked out on downs and fields lying on either side of the road to
+Broadstairs. It was a lost and lonely spot. The guide stopped, and put
+a question with inquisitive respect. "What number, sir?" Mr. Ronald had
+sufficiently recovered himself to keep his own counsel. "That will do,"
+he said. "You can leave me." The boatman waited a moment. Mr. Ronald
+looked at him. The boatman was slow to understand that his leadership
+had gone from him. "You're sure you don't want me any more?" he said.
+"Quite sure," Mr. Ronald answered. The man from Broadstairs
+retired--with his salvage to comfort him.
+
+Number 1 was at the farther extremity of the row of houses. When Mr.
+Ronald rang the bell, the spies were already posted. The woman loitered
+on the road, within view of the door. Farnaby was out of sight, round
+the corner, watching the house over the low wooden palings of the back
+garden.
+
+A lazy-looking man, in his shirt sleeves, opened the door. "Mrs. Turner
+at home?" he repeated. "Well, she's at home; but she's too busy to see
+anybody. What's your pleasure?" Mr. Ronald declined to accept excuses
+or to answer questions. "I must see Mrs. Turner directly," he said, "on
+important business." His tone and manner had their effect on the lazy
+man. "What name?" he asked. Mr. Ronald declined to mention his name.
+"Give my message," he said. "I won't detain Mrs. Turner more than a
+minute." The man hesitated--and opened the door of the front parlour.
+An old woman was fast asleep on a ragged little sofa. The man gave up
+the front parlour, and tried the back parlour next. It was empty.
+"Please to wait here," he said--and went away to deliver his message.
+
+The parlour was a miserably furnished room. Through the open window,
+the patch of back garden was barely visible under fluttering rows of
+linen hanging out on lines to dry. A pack of dirty cards, and some
+plain needlework, littered the bare little table. A cheap American
+clock ticked with stern and steady activity on the mantelpiece. The
+smell of onions was in the air. A torn newspaper, with stains of beer
+on it, lay on the floor. There was some sinister influence in the place
+which affected Mr. Ronald painfully. He felt himself trembling, and sat
+down on one of the rickety chairs. The minutes followed one another
+wearily. He heard a trampling of feet in the room above--then a door
+opened and closed--then the rustle of a woman's dress on the stairs. In
+a moment more, the handle of the parlour door was turned. He rose, in
+anticipation of Mrs. Turner's appearance. The door opened. He found
+himself face to face with his wife.
+
+VI
+
+John Farnaby, posted at the garden paling, suddenly lifted his head and
+looked towards the open window of the back parlour. He reflected for a
+moment--and then joined his female companion on the road in front of
+the house.
+
+"I want you at the back garden," he said. "Come along!"
+
+"How much longer am I to be kept kicking my heels in this wretched
+hole?" the woman asked sulkily.
+
+"As much longer as I please--if you want to go back to London with the
+other half of the money." He showed it to her as he spoke. She followed
+him without another word.
+
+Arrived at the paling, Farnaby pointed to the window, and to the back
+garden door, which was left ajar. "Speak softly," he whispered. "Do you
+hear voices in the house?"
+
+"I don't hear what they're talking about, if that's what you mean."
+
+"I don't hear, either. Now mind what I tell you--I have reasons of my
+own for getting a little nearer to that window. Sit down under the
+paling, so that you can't be seen from the house. If you hear a row,
+you may take it for granted that I am found out. In that case, go back
+to London by the next train, and meet me at the terminus at two o'clock
+tomorrow afternoon. If nothing happens, wait where you are till you
+hear from me or see me again."
+
+He laid his hand on the low paling, and vaulted over it. The linen
+hanging up in the garden to dry offered him a means of concealment (if
+any one happened to look out of the window) of which he skilfully
+availed himself. The dust-bin was at the side of the house, situated at
+a right angle to the parlour window. He was safe behind the bin,
+provided no one appeared on the path which connected the patch of
+garden at the back with the patch in front. Here, running the risk, he
+waited and listened.
+
+The first voice that reached his ears was the voice of Mrs. Ronald. She
+was speaking with a firmness of tone that astonished him.
+
+"Hear me to the end, Benjamin," she said. "I have a right to ask as
+much as that of my husband, and I do ask it. If I had been bent on
+nothing but saving the reputation of our miserable girl, you would have
+a right to blame me for keeping you ignorant of the calamity that has
+fallen on us--"
+
+There the voice of her husband interposed sternly. "Calamity! Say
+disgrace, everlasting disgrace."
+
+Mrs. Ronald did not notice the interruption. Sadly and patiently she
+went on.
+
+"But I had a harder trial still to face," she said. "I had to save her,
+in spite of herself, from the wretch who has brought this infamy on us.
+He has acted throughout in cold blood; it is his interest to marry her,
+and from first to last he has plotted to force the marriage on us. For
+God's sake, don't speak loud! She is in the room above us; if she hears
+you it will be the death of her. Don't suppose I am talking at random;
+I have looked at his letters to her; I have got the confession of the
+servant-girl. Such a confession! Emma is his victim, body and soul. I
+know it! I know that she sent him money (_my_ money) from this place. I
+know that the servant (at _her_ instigation) informed him by telegraph
+of the birth of the child. Oh, Benjamin, don't curse the poor helpless
+infant--such a sweet little girl! don't think of it! I don't think of
+it! Show me the letter that brought you here; I want to see the letter.
+Ah, I can tell you who wrote it! _He_ wrote it. In his own interests;
+always with his own interests in view. Don't you see it for yourself?
+If I succeed in keeping this shame and misery a secret from
+everybody--if I take Emma away, to some place abroad, on pretence of
+her health--there is an end of his hope of becoming your son-in-law;
+there is an end of his being taken into the business. Yes! he, the
+low-lived vagabond who puts up the shop-shutters, _he_ looks forward to
+being taken into partnership, and succeeding you when you die! Isn't
+his object in writing that letter as plain to you now as the heaven
+above us? His one chance is to set your temper in a flame, to provoke
+the scandal of a discovery--and to force the marriage on us as the only
+remedy left. Am I wrong in making any sacrifice, rather than bind our
+girl for life, our own flesh and blood, to such a man as that? Surely
+you can feel for me, and forgive me, now. How could I own the truth to
+you, before I left London, knowing you as I do? How could I expect you
+to be patient, to go into hiding, to pass under a false name--to do all
+the degrading things that must be done, if we are to keep Emma out of
+this man's way? No! I know no more than you do where Farnaby is to be
+found. Hush! there is the door-bell. It's the doctor's time for his
+visit. I tell you again I don't know--on my sacred word of honour, I
+don't know where Farnaby is. Oh, be quiet! be quiet! there's the doctor
+going upstairs! don't let the doctor hear you!"
+
+So far, she had succeeded in composing her husband. But the fury which
+she had innocently roused in him, in her eagerness to justify herself,
+now broke beyond all control. "You lie!" he cried furiously. "If you
+know everything else about it, you know where Farnaby is. I'll be the
+death of him, if I swing for it on the gallows! Where is he? Where is
+he?"
+
+A shriek from the upper room silenced him before Mrs. Ronald could
+speak again. His daughter had heard him; his daughter had recognized
+his voice.
+
+A cry of terror from her mother echoed the cry from above; the sound of
+the opening and closing of the door followed instantly. Then there was
+a momentary silence. Then Mrs. Ronald's voice was heard from the upper
+room calling to the nurse, asleep in the front parlour. The nurse's
+gruff tones were just audible, answering from the parlour door. There
+was another interval of silence; broken by another voice--a stranger's
+voice--speaking at the open window, close by.
+
+"Follow me upstairs, sir, directly," the voice said in peremptory
+tones. "As your daughter's medical attendant, I tell you in the
+plainest terms that you have seriously frightened her. In her critical
+condition, I decline to answer for her life, unless you make the
+attempt at least to undo the mischief you have done. Whether you mean
+it or not, soothe her with kind words; say you have forgiven her. No! I
+have nothing to do with your domestic troubles; I have only my patient
+to think of. I don't care what she asks of you, you must give way to
+her now. If she falls into convulsions, she will die--and her death
+will be at your door."
+
+So, with feebler and feebler interruptions from Mr. Ronald, the doctor
+spoke. It ended plainly in his being obeyed. The departing footsteps of
+the men were the next sounds to be heard. After that, there was a pause
+of silence--a long pause, broken by Mrs. Ronald, calling again from the
+upper regions. "Take the child into the back parlour, nurse, and wait
+till I come to you. It's cooler there, at this time of the day."
+
+The wailing of an infant, and the gruff complaining of the nurse, were
+the next sounds that reached Farnaby in his hiding place. The nurse was
+grumbling to herself over the grievance of having been awakened from
+her sleep. "After being up all night, a person wants rest. There's no
+rest for anybody in this house. My head's as heavy as lead, and every
+bone in me has got an ache in it."
+
+Before long, the renewed silence indicated that she had succeeded in
+hushing the child to sleep. Farnaby forgot the restraints of caution
+for the first time. His face flushed with excitement; he ventured
+nearer to the window, in his eagerness to find out what might happen
+next. After no long interval, the next sound came--a sound of heavy
+breathing, which told him that the drowsy nurse was falling asleep
+again. The window-sill was within reach of his hands. He waited until
+the heavy breathing deepened to snoring. Then he drew himself up by the
+window-sill, and looked into the room.
+
+The nurse was fast asleep in an armchair; and the child was fast asleep
+on her lap.
+
+He dropped softly to the ground again. Taking off his shoes, and
+putting them in his pockets, he ascended the two or three steps which
+led to the half-open back garden door. Arrived in the passage, he could
+just hear them talking upstairs. They were no doubt still absorbed in
+their troubles; he had only the servant to dread. The splashing of
+water in the kitchen informed him that she was safely occupied in
+washing. Slowly and softly he opened the back parlour door, and stole
+across the room to the nurse's chair.
+
+One of her hands still rested on the child. The serious risk was the
+risk of waking her, if he lost his presence of mind and hurried it!
+
+He glanced at the American clock on the mantelpiece. The result
+relieved him; it was not so late as he had feared. He knelt down, to
+steady himself, as nearly as possible on a level with the nurse's
+knees. By a hair's breadth at a time, he got both hands under the
+child. By a hair's breadth at a time, he drew the child away from her;
+leaving her hand resting on her lap by degrees so gradual that the
+lightest sleeper could not have felt the change. That done (barring
+accidents), all was done. Keeping the child resting easily on his left
+arm, he had his right hand free to shut the door again. Arrived at the
+garden steps, a slight change passed over the sleeping infant's
+face--the delicate little creature shivered as it felt the full flow of
+the open air. He softly laid over its face a corner of the woollen
+shawl in which it was wrapped. The child reposed as quietly on his arm
+as if it had still been on the nurse's lap.
+
+In a minute more he was at the paling. The woman rose to receive him,
+with the first smile that had crossed her face since they had left
+London.
+
+"So you've got the baby," she said, "Well, you _are_ a deep one!"
+
+"Take it," he answered irritably. "We haven't a moment to lose."
+
+Only stopping to put on his shoes, he led the way towards the more
+central part of the town. The first person he met directed him to the
+railway station. It was close by. In five minutes more the woman and
+the baby were safe in the train to London.
+
+"There's the other half of the money," he said, handing it to her
+through the carriage window.
+
+The woman eyed the child in her arms with a frowning expression of
+doubt. "All very well as long as it lasts," she said. "And what after
+that?"
+
+"Of course, I shall call and see you," he answered.
+
+She looked hard at him, and expressed the whole value she set on that
+assurance in four words. "Of course you will!"
+
+The train started for London. Farnaby watched it, as it left the
+platform, with a look of unfeigned relief. "There!" he thought to
+himself. "Emma's reputation is safe enough now! When we are married, we
+mustn't have a love-child in the way of our prospects in life."
+
+Leaving the station, he stopped at the refreshment room, and drank a
+glass of brandy-and-water. "Something to screw me up," he thought, "for
+what is to come." What was to come (after he had got rid of the child)
+had been carefully considered by him, on the journey to Ramsgate.
+"Emma's husband-that-is-to-be"--he had reasoned it out--"will naturally
+be the first person Emma wants to see, when the loss of the baby has
+upset the house. If Old Ronald has a grain of affection left in him, he
+must let her marry me after _that!"_
+
+Acting on this view of his position, he took the way that led back to
+Slains Row, and rang the door-bell as became a visitor who had no
+reasons for concealment now.
+
+The household was doubtless already disorganized by the discovery of
+the child's disappearance. Neither master nor servant was active in
+answering the bell. Farnaby submitted to be kept waiting with perfect
+composure. There are occasions on which a handsome man is bound to put
+his personal advantages to their best use. He took out his pocket-comb,
+and touched up the arrangement of his whiskers with a skilled and
+gentle hand. Approaching footsteps made themselves heard along the
+passage at last. Farnaby put back his comb, and buttoned his coat
+briskly. "Now for it!" he said, as the door was opened at last.
+
+
+
+THE STORY
+
+BOOK THE FIRST
+
+AMELIUS AMONG THE SOCIALISTS
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Sixteen years after the date of Mr. Ronald's disastrous discovery at
+Ramsgate--that is to say, in the year 1872--the steamship _Aquila_ left
+the port of New York, bound for Liverpool.
+
+It was the month of September. The passenger-list of the _Aquila_ had
+comparatively few names inscribed on it. In the autumn season, the
+voyage from America to England, but for the remunerative value of the
+cargo, would prove to be for the most part a profitless voyage to
+shipowners. The flow of passengers, at that time of year, sets steadily
+the other way. Americans are returning from Europe to their own
+country. Tourists have delayed the voyage until the fierce August heat
+of the United States has subsided, and the delicious Indian summer is
+ready to welcome them. At bed and board the passengers by the _Aquila_
+on her homeward voyage had plenty of room, and the choicest morsels for
+everybody alike on the well spread dinner-table.
+
+The wind was favourable, the weather was lovely. Cheerfulness and
+good-humour pervaded the ship from stem to stern. The courteous captain
+did the honours of the cabin-table with the air of a gentleman who was
+receiving friends in his own house. The handsome doctor promenaded the
+deck arm-in-arm with ladies in course of rapid recovery from the first
+gastric consequences of travelling by sea. The excellent chief
+engineer, musical in his leisure moments to his fingers' ends, played
+the fiddle in his cabin, accompanied on the flute by that young Apollo
+of the Atlantic trade, the steward's mate. Only on the third morning of
+the voyage was the harmony on board the _Aquila_ disturbed by a passing
+moment of discord--due to an unexpected addition to the ranks of the
+passengers, in the shape of a lost bird!
+
+It was merely a weary little land-bird (blown out of its course, as the
+learned in such matters supposed); and it perched on one of the yards
+to rest and recover itself after its long flight.
+
+The instant the creature was discovered, the insatiable Anglo-Saxon
+delight in killing birds, from the majestic eagle to the contemptible
+sparrow, displayed itself in its full frenzy. The crew ran about the
+decks, the passengers rushed into their cabins, eager to seize the
+first gun and to have the first shot. An old quarter-master of the
+_Aquila_ was the enviable man, who first found the means of destruction
+ready to his hand. He lifted the gun to his shoulder, he had his finger
+on the trigger, when he was suddenly pounced upon by one of the
+passengers--a young, slim, sunburnt, active man--who snatched away the
+gun, discharged it over the side of the vessel, and turned furiously on
+the quarter-master. "You wretch! would you kill the poor weary bird
+that trusts our hospitality, and only asks us to give it a rest? That
+little harmless thing is as much one of God's creatures as you are. I'm
+ashamed of you--I'm horrified at you--you've got bird-murder in your
+face; I hate the sight of you!"
+
+The quarter-master--a large grave fat man, slow alike in his bodily and
+his mental movements--listened to this extraordinary remonstrance with
+a fixed stare of amazement, and an open mouth from which the unspat
+tobacco-juice tricked in little brown streams. When the impetuous young
+gentleman paused (not for want of words, merely for want of breath),
+the quarter-master turned about, and addressed himself to the audience
+gathered round. "Gentlemen," he said, with a Roman brevity, "this young
+fellow is mad."
+
+The captain's voice checked the general outbreak of laughter. "That
+will do, quarter-master. Let it be understood that nobody is to shoot
+the bird--and let me suggest to _you,_ sir, that you might have
+expressed your sentiments quite as effectually in less violent
+language."
+
+Addressed in those terms, the impetuous young man burst into another
+fit of excitement. "You're quite right, sir! I deserve every word you
+have said to me; I feel I have disgraced myself." He ran after the
+quartermaster, and seized him by both hands. "I beg your pardon; I beg
+your pardon with all my heart. You would have served me right if you
+had thrown me overboard after the language I used to you. Pray excuse
+my quick temper; pray forgive me. What do you say? 'Let bygones _be_
+bygones'? That's a capital way of putting it. You're a thorough good
+fellow. If I can ever be of the smallest use to you (there's my card
+and address in London), let me know it; I entreat you let me know it."
+He returned in a violent hurry to the captain. "I've made it up with
+the quarter-master, sir. He forgives me; he bears no malice. Allow me
+to congratulate you on having such a good Christian in your ship. I
+wish I was like him! Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, for the
+disturbance I have made. It shan't happen again--I promise you that."
+
+The male travellers in general looked at each other, and seemed to
+agree with the quarter-master's opinion of their fellow-passenger. The
+women, touched by his evident sincerity, and charmed with his handsome
+blushing eager face, agreed that he was quite right to save the poor
+bird, and that it would be all the better for the weaker part of
+creation generally if other men were more like him. While the various
+opinions were still in course of expression, the sound of the luncheon
+bell cleared the deck of the passengers, with two exceptions. One was
+the impetuous young man. The other was a middle-aged traveller, with a
+grizzled beard and a penetrating eye, who had silently observed the
+proceedings, and who now took the opportunity of introducing himself to
+the hero of the moment.
+
+"Are you not going to take any luncheon?" he asked.
+
+"No, sir. Among the people I have lived with we don't eat at intervals
+of three or four hours, all day long."
+
+"Will you excuse me," pursued the other, "if I own I should like to
+know _what_ people you have been living with? My name is Hethcote; I
+was associated, at one time of my life, with a college devoted to the
+training of young men. From what I have seen and heard this morning, I
+fancy you have not been educated on any of the recognized systems that
+are popular at the present day. Am I right?"
+
+The excitable young man suddenly became the picture of resignation, and
+answered in a formula of words as if he was repeating a lesson.
+
+"I am Claude-Amelius-Goldenheart. Aged twenty-one. Son, and only child,
+of the late Claude Goldenheart, of Shedfield Heath, Buckinghamshire,
+England. I have been brought up by the Primitive Christian Socialists,
+at Tadmor Community, State of Illinois. I have inherited an income of
+five hundred a year. And I am now, with the approval of the Community,
+going to London to see life."
+
+Mr. Hethcote received this copious flow of information, in some doubt
+whether he had been made the victim of coarse raillery, or whether he
+had merely heard a quaint statement of facts.
+
+Claude-Amelius-Goldenheart saw that he had produced an unfavourable
+impression, and hastened to set himself right.
+
+"Excuse me, sir," he said, "I am not making game of you, as you seem to
+suppose. We are taught to be courteous to everybody, in our Community.
+The truth is, there seems to be something odd about me (I'm sure I
+don't know what), which makes people whom I meet on my travels curious
+to know who I am. If you'll please to remember, it's a long way from
+Illinois to New York, and curious strangers are not scarce on the
+journey. When one is obliged to keep on saying the same thing over and
+over again, a form saves a deal of trouble. I have made a form for
+myself--which is respectfully at the disposal of any person who does me
+the honour to wish for my acquaintance. Will that do, sir? Very well,
+then; shake hands, to show you're satisfied."
+
+Mr. Hethcote shook hands, more than satisfied. He found it impossible
+to resist the bright honest brown eyes, the simple winning cordial
+manner of the young fellow with the quaint formula and the strange
+name. "Come, Mr. Goldenheart," he said, leading the way to a seat on
+deck, "let us sit down comfortably, and have a talk."
+
+"Anything you like, sir--but don't call me Mr. Goldenheart."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"Well, it sounds formal. And, besides, you're old enough to be my
+father; it's _my_ duty to call _you_ Mister--or Sir, as we say to our
+elders at Tadmor. I have left all my friends behind me at the
+Community--and I feel lonely out here on this big ocean, among
+strangers. Do me a kindness, sir. Call me by my Christian name; and
+give me a friendly slap on the back if you find we get along smoothly
+in the course of the day."
+
+"Which of your names shall it be?" Mr. Hethcote asked, humouring this
+odd lad. "Claude?"
+
+"No. Not Claude. The Primitive Christians said Claude was a finicking
+French name. Call me Amelius, and I shall begin to feel at home again.
+If you're in a hurry, cut it down to three letters (as they did at
+Tadmor), and call me Mel."
+
+"Very good," said Mr. Hethcote. "Now, my friend Amelius (or Mel), I am
+going to speak out plainly, as you do. The Primitive Christian
+Socialists must have great confidence in their system of education, to
+turn you adrift in the world without a companion to look after you."
+
+"You've hit it, sir," Amelius answered coolly. "They have unlimited
+confidence in their system of education. And I'm a proof of it."
+
+"You have relations in London, I suppose?" Mr. Hethcote proceeded.
+
+For the first time the face of Amelius showed a shadow of sadness on
+it.
+
+"I have relations," he said. "But I have promised never to claim their
+hospitality. 'They are hard and worldly; and they will make you hard
+and worldly, too.' That's what my father said to me on his deathbed."
+He took off his hat when he mentioned his father's death, and came to a
+sudden pause--with his head bent down, like a man absorbed in thought.
+In less than a minute he put on his hat again, and looked up with his
+bright winning smile. "We say a little prayer for the loved ones who
+are gone, when we speak of them," he explained. "But we don't say it
+out loud, for fear of seeming to parade our religious convictions. We
+hate cant in our Community."
+
+"I cordially agree with the Community, Amelius. But, my good fellow,
+have you really no friend to welcome you when you get to London?"
+
+Amelius answered the question mysteriously. "Wait a little!" he
+said--and took a letter from the breast-pocket of his coat. Mr.
+Hethcote, watching him, observed that he looked at the address with
+unfeigned pride and pleasure.
+
+"One of our brethren at the Community has given me this," he announced.
+"It's a letter of introduction, sir, to a remarkable man--a man who is
+an example to all the rest of us. He has risen, by dint of integrity
+and perseverance, from the position of a poor porter in a shop to be
+one of the most respected mercantile characters in the City of London."
+
+With this explanation, Amelius handed his letter to Mr. Hethcote. It
+was addressed as follows:--
+
+         To John Farnaby, Esquire,
+         Messrs. Ronald & Farnaby,
+         Stationers,
+         Aldersgate Street, London.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+Mr. Hethcote looked at the address on the letter with an expression of
+surprise, which did not escape the notice of Amelius. "Do you know Mr.
+Farnaby?" he asked.
+
+"I have some acquaintance with him," was the answer, given with a
+certain appearance of constraint.
+
+Amelius went on eagerly with his questions. "What sort of man is he? Do
+you think he will be prejudiced against me, because I have been brought
+up in Tadmor?"
+
+"I must be a little better acquainted, Amelius, with you and Tadmor
+before I can answer your question. Suppose you tell me how you became
+one of the Socialists, to begin with?"
+
+"I was only a little boy, Mr. Hethcote, at that time."
+
+"Very good. Even little boys have memories. Is there any objection to
+your telling me what you can remember?"
+
+Amelius answered rather sadly, with his eyes bent on the deck. "I
+remember something happening which threw a gloom over us at home in
+England. I heard that my mother was concerned in it. When I grew older,
+I never presumed to ask my father what it was; and he never offered to
+tell me. I only know this: that he forgave her some wrong she had done
+him, and let her go on living at home--and that relations and friends
+all blamed him, and fell away from him, from that time. Not long
+afterwards, while I was at school, my mother died. I was sent for, to
+follow her funeral with my father. When we got back, and were alone
+together, he took me on his knee and kissed me. 'Which will you do,
+Amelius,' he said; 'stay in England with your uncle and aunt? or come
+with me all the way to America, and never go back to England again?
+Take time to think of it.' I wanted no time to think of it; I said, 'Go
+with you, papa.' He frightened me by bursting out crying; it was the
+first time I had ever seen him in tears. I can understand it now. He
+had been cut to the heart, and had borne it like a martyr; and his boy
+was his one friend left. Well, by the end of the week we were on board
+the ship; and there we met a benevolent gentleman, with a long gray
+beard, who bade my father welcome, and presented me with a cake. In my
+ignorance, I thought he was the captain. Nothing of the sort. He was
+the first Socialist I had ever seen; and it was he who had persuaded my
+father to leave England."
+
+Mr. Hethcote's opinions of Socialists began to show themselves (a
+little sourly) in Mr. Hethcote's smile. "And how did you get on with
+this benevolent gentleman?" he asked. "After converting your father,
+did he convert you--with the cake?"
+
+Amelius smiled. "Do him justice, sir; he didn't trust to the cake. He
+waited till we were in sight of the American land--and then he preached
+me a little sermon, on our arrival, entirely for my own use."
+
+"A sermon?" Mr. Hethcote repeated. "Very little religion in it, I
+suspect."
+
+"Very little indeed, sir," Amelius answered. "Only as much religion as
+there is in the New Testament. I was not quite old enough to understand
+him easily--so he wrote down his discourse on the fly-leaf of a
+story-book I had with me, and gave it to me to read when I was tired of
+the stories. Stories were scarce with me in those days; and, when I had
+exhausted my little stock, rather than read nothing I read my
+sermon--read it so often that I think I can remember every word of it
+now. 'My dear little boy, the Christian religion, as Christ taught it,
+has long ceased to be the religion of the Christian world. A selfish
+and cruel Pretence is set up in its place. Your own father is one
+example of the truth of this saying of mine. He has fulfilled the first
+and foremost duty of a true Christian--the duty of forgiving an injury.
+For this, he stands disgraced in the estimation of all his friends:
+they have renounced and abandoned him. He forgives them, and seeks
+peace and good company in the New World, among Christians like himself.
+You will not repent leaving home with him; you will be one of a loving
+family, and, when you are old enough, you will be free to decide for
+yourself what your future life shall be.' That was all I knew about the
+Socialists, when we reached Tadmor after our long journey."
+
+Mr. Hethcote's prejudices made their appearance again. "A barren sort
+of place," he said, "judging by the name."
+
+"Barren? What can you be thinking of? A prettier place I never saw, and
+never expect to see again. A clear winding river, running into a little
+blue lake. A broad hill-side, all laid out in flower-gardens, and
+shaded by splendid trees. On the top of the hill, the buildings of the
+Community, some of brick and some of wood, so covered with creepers and
+so encircled with verandahs that I can't tell you to this day what
+style of architecture they were built in. More trees behind the
+houses--and, on the other side of the hill, cornfields, nothing but
+cornfields rolling away and away in great yellow plains, till they
+reached the golden sky and the setting sun, and were seen no more. That
+was our first view of Tadmor, when the stage-coach dropped us at the
+town."
+
+Mr. Hethcote still held out. "And what about the people who live in
+this earthly Paradise?" he asked. "Male and female saints--eh?"
+
+"Oh dear no, sir! The very opposite of saints. They eat and drink like
+their neighbours. They never think of wearing dirty horsehair when they
+can get clean linen. And when they are tempted to misconduct
+themselves, they find a better way out of it than knotting a cord and
+thrashing their own backs. Saints! They all ran out together to bid us
+welcome like a lot of school-children; the first thing they did was to
+kiss us, and the next thing was to give us a mug of wine of their own
+making. Saints! Oh, Mr. Hethcote, what will you accuse us of being
+next? I declare your suspicions of the poor Socialists keep cropping up
+again as fast as I cut them down. May I make a guess, sir, without
+offending you? From one or two things I have noticed, I strongly
+suspect you're a British clergyman."
+
+Mr. Hethcote was conquered at last: he burst out laughing. "You have
+discovered me," he said, "travelling in a coloured cravat and a
+shooting jacket! I confess I should like to know how."
+
+"It's easily explained, sir. Visitors of all sorts are welcome at
+Tadmor. We have a large experience of them in the travelling season.
+They all come with their own private suspicion of us lurking about the
+corners of their eyes. They see everything we have to show them, and
+eat and drink at our table, and join in our amusements, and get as
+pleasant and friendly with us as can be. The time comes to say
+goodbye--and then we find them out. If a guest who has been laughing
+and enjoying himself all day, suddenly becomes serious when he takes
+his leave, and shows that little lurking devil of suspicion again about
+the corners of his eyes--it's ten chances to one that he's a clergyman.
+No offence, Mr. Hethcote! I acknowledge with pleasure that the corners
+of _your_ eyes are clear again. You're not a very clerical clergyman,
+sir, after all--I don't despair of converting you, yet!"
+
+"Go on with your story, Amelius. You're the queerest fellow I have met
+with, for many a long day past."
+
+"I'm a little doubtful about going on with my story, sir. I have told
+you how I got to Tadmor, and what it looks like, and what sort of
+people live in the place. If I am to get on beyond that, I must jump to
+the time when I was old enough to learn the Rules of the Community."
+
+"Well--and what then?"
+
+"Well, Mr. Hethcote, some of the Rules might offend you."
+
+"Try!"
+
+"All right, sir! don't blame me; _I'm_ not ashamed of the Rules. And
+now, if I am to speak, I must speak seriously on a serious subject; I
+must begin with our religious principles. We find our Christianity in
+the spirit of the New Testament--not in the letter. We have three good
+reasons for objecting to pin our faith on the words alone, in that
+book. First, because we are not sure that the English translation is
+always to be depended on as accurate and honest. Secondly, because we
+know that (since the invention of printing) there is not a copy of the
+book in existence which is free from errors of the press, and that
+(before the invention of printing) those errors, in manuscript copies,
+must as a matter of course have been far more serious and far more
+numerous. Thirdly, because there is plain internal evidence (to say
+nothing of discoveries actually made in the present day) of
+interpolations and corruptions, introduced into the manuscript copies
+as they succeeded each other in ancient times. These drawbacks are of
+no importance, however, in our estimation. We find, in the spirit of
+the book, the most simple and most perfect system of religion and
+morality that humanity has ever received--and with that we are content.
+To reverence God; and to love our neighbour as ourselves: if we had
+only those two commandments to guide us, we should have enough. The
+whole collection of Doctrines (as they are called) we reject at once,
+without even stopping to discuss them. We apply to them the test
+suggested by Christ himself: by their fruits ye shall know them. The
+fruits of Doctrines, in the past (to quote three instances only), have
+been the Spanish Inquisition, the Massacre of St. Bartholomew, and the
+Thirty Years' War--and the fruits, in the present, are dissension,
+bigotry, and opposition to useful reforms. Away with Doctrines! In the
+interests of Christianity, away with them! We are to love our enemies;
+we are to forgive injuries; we are to help the needy; we are to be
+pitiful and courteous, slow to judge others, and ashamed to exalt
+ourselves. That teaching doesn't lead to tortures, massacres, and wars;
+to envy, hatred, and malice--and for that reason it stands revealed to
+us as the teaching that we can trust. There is our religion, sir, as we
+find it in the Rules of the Community."
+
+"Very well, Amelius. I notice, in passing, that the Community is in one
+respect like the Pope--the Community is infallible. We won't dwell on
+that. You have stated your principles. As to the application of them
+next? Nobody has a right to be rich among you, of course?"
+
+"Put it the other way, Mr. Hethcote. All men have a right to be
+rich--provided they don't make other people poor, as a part of the
+process. We don't trouble ourselves much about money; that's the truth.
+We are farmers, carpenters, weavers, and printers; and what we earn
+(ask our neighbours if we don't earn it honestly) goes into the common
+fund. A man who comes to us with money puts it into the fund, and so
+makes things easy for the next man who comes with empty pockets. While
+they are with us, they all live in the same comfort, and have their
+equal share in the same profits--deducting the sum in reverse for
+sudden calls and bad times. If they leave us, the man who has brought
+money with him has his undisputed right to take it away again; and the
+man who has brought none bids us good-bye, all the richer for his equal
+share in the profits which he has personally earned. The only fuss at
+our place about money that I can remember was the fuss about my five
+hundred a year. I wanted to hand it over to the fund. It was my own,
+mind--inherited from my mother's property, on my coming of age. The
+Elders wouldn't hear of it: the Council wouldn't hear of it: the
+general vote of the Community wouldn't hear of it. 'We agreed with his
+father that he should decide for himself, when he grew to
+manhood'--that was how they put it. 'Let him go back to the Old World;
+and let him be free to choose, by the test of his own experience, what
+his future life shall be.' How do you think it will end, Mr. Hethcote?
+Shall I return to the Community? Or shall I stop in London?"
+
+Mr. Hethcote answered, without a moment's hesitation. "You will stop in
+London."
+
+"I'll bet you two to one, Sir, he goes back to the Community."
+
+In those words, a third voice (speaking in a strong New England accent)
+insinuated itself into the conversation from behind. Amelius and Mr.
+Hethcote, looking round, discovered a long, lean, grave stranger--with
+his face overshadowed by a huge felt hat. "Have you been listening to
+our conversation?" Mr. Hethcote asked haughtily.
+
+"I have been listening," answered the grave stranger, "with
+considerable interest. This young man, I find, opens a new chapter to
+me in the book of humanity. Do you accept my bet, Sir? My name is Rufus
+Dingwell; and my home is at Coolspring, Mass. You do _not_ bet? I
+express my regret, and have the pleasure of taking a seat alongside of
+you. What is your name, Sir? Hethcote? We have one of that name at
+Coolspring. He is much respected. Mr. Claude A. Goldenheart, you are no
+stranger to me--no, Sir. I procured your name from the steward, when
+the little difficulty occurred just now about the bird. Your name
+considerably surprised me."
+
+"Why?" Amelius asked.
+
+"Well, sir--not to say that your surname (being Goldenheart) reminds
+one unexpectedly of _The Pilgrim's Progress_--I happen to be already
+acquainted with you. By reputation."
+
+Amelius looked puzzled. "By reputation?" he said. "What does that
+mean?"
+
+"It means, sir, that you occupy a prominent position in a recent number
+of our popular journal, entitled _The Coolspring Democrat._ The late
+romantic incident which caused the withdrawal of Miss Mellicent from
+your Community has produced a species of social commotion at
+Coolspring. Among our ladies, the tone of sentiment, Sir, is
+universally favourable to you. When I left, I do assure you, you were a
+popular character among us. The name of Claude A. Goldenheart was, so
+to speak, in everybody's mouth."
+
+Amelius listened to this, with the colour suddenly deepening on his
+face, and with every appearance of heartfelt annoyance and regret.
+"There is no such thing as keeping a secret in America," he said,
+irritably. "Some spy must have got among us; none of _our_ people would
+have exposed the poor lady to public comment. How would you like it,
+Mr. Dingwell, if the newspaper published the private sorrows of your
+wife or your daughter?"
+
+Rufus Dingwell answered with the straightforward sincerity of feeling
+which is one of the indisputable virtues of his nation. "I had not
+thought of it in that light, sir," he said. "You have been good enough
+to credit me with a wife or a daughter. I do not possess either of
+those ladies; but your argument hits me, notwithstanding--hits me hard,
+I tell you." He looked at Mr. Hethcote, who sat silently and stiffly
+disapproving of all this familiarity, and applied himself in perfect
+innocence and good faith to making things pleasant in that quarter.
+"You are a stranger, Sir," said Rufus; "and you will doubtless wish to
+peruse the article which is the subject of conversation?" He took a
+newspaper slip from his pocket-book, and offered it to the astonished
+Englishman. "I shall be glad to hear your sentiments, sir, on the view
+propounded by our mutual friend, Claude A. Goldenheart."
+
+Before Mr. Hethcote could reply, Amelius interposed in his own headlong
+way. "Give it to me! I want to read it first!"
+
+He snatched at the newspaper slip. Rufus checked him with grave
+composure. "I am of a cool temperament myself, sir; but that don't
+prevent me from admiring heat in others. Short of boiling point--mind
+that!" With this hint, the wise New Englander permitted Amelius to take
+possession of the printed slip.
+
+Mr. Hethcote, finding an opportunity of saying a word at last, asserted
+himself a little haughtily. "I beg you will both of you understand that
+I decline to read anything which relates to another person's private
+affairs."
+
+Neither the one nor the other of his companions paid the slightest heed
+to this announcement. Amelius was reading the newspaper extract, and
+placid Rufus was watching him. In another moment, he crumpled up the
+slip, and threw it indignantly on the deck. "It's as full of lies as it
+can hold!" he burst out.
+
+"It's all over the United States, by this time," Rufus remarked. "And I
+don't doubt we shall find the English papers have copied it, when we
+get to Liverpool. If you will take my advice, sir, you will cultivate a
+sagacious insensibility to the comments of the press."
+
+"Do you think I care for myself?" Amelius asked indignantly. "It's the
+poor woman I am thinking of. What can I do to clear her character?"
+
+"Well, sir," suggested Rufus, "in your place, I should have a
+notification circulated through the ship, announcing a lecture on the
+subject (weather permitting) in the course of the afternoon. That's the
+way we should do it at Coolspring."
+
+Amelius listened without conviction. "It's certainly useless to make a
+secret of the matter now," he said; "but I don't see my way to making
+it more public still." He paused, and looked at Mr. Hethcote. "It so
+happens, sir," he resumed, "that this unfortunate affair is an example
+of some of the Rules of our Community, which I had not had time to
+speak of, when Mr. Dingwell here joined us. It will be a relief to me
+to contradict these abominable falsehoods to somebody; and I should
+like (if you don't mind) to hear what you think of my conduct, from
+your own point of view. It might prepare me," he added, smiling rather
+uneasily, "for what I may find in the English newspapers."
+
+With these words of introduction he told his sad story--jocosely
+described in the newspaper heading as "Miss Mellicent and Goldenheart
+among the Socialists at Tadmor."
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+"Nearly six months since," said Amelius, "we had notice by letter of
+the arrival of an unmarried English lady, who wished to become a member
+of our Community. You will understand my motive in keeping her family
+name a secret: even the newspaper has grace enough only to mention her
+by her Christian name. I don't want to cheat you out of your interest;
+so I will own at once that Miss Mellicent was not beautiful, and not
+young. When she came to us, she was thirty-eight years old, and time
+and trial had set their marks on her face plainly enough for anybody to
+see. Notwithstanding this, we all thought her an interesting woman. It
+might have been the sweetness of her voice; or perhaps it was something
+in her expression that took our fancy. There! I can't explain it; I can
+only say there were young women and pretty women at Tadmor who failed
+to win us as Miss Mellicent did. Contradictory enough, isn't it?"
+
+Mr. Hethcote said he understood the contradiction. Rufus put an
+appropriate question: "Do you possess a photograph of this lady, sir?"
+
+"No," said Amelius; "I wish I did. Well, we received her, on her
+arrival, in the Common Room--called so because we all assemble there
+every evening, when the work of the day is done. Sometimes we have the
+reading of a poem or a novel; sometimes debates on the social and
+political questions of the time in England and America; sometimes
+music, or dancing, or cards, or billiards, to amuse us. When a new
+member arrives, we have the ceremonies of introduction. I was close by
+the Elder Brother (that's the name we give to the chief of the
+Community) when two of the women led Miss Mellicent in. He's a hearty
+old fellow, who lived the first part of his life on his own clearing in
+one of the Western forests. To this day, he can't talk long, without
+showing, in one way or another, that his old familiarity with the trees
+still keeps its place in his memory. He looked hard at Miss Mellicent,
+under his shaggy old white eyebrows; and I heard him whisper to
+himself, 'Ah, dear me! Another of The Fallen Leaves!' I knew what he
+meant. The people who have drawn blanks in the lottery of life--the
+people who have toiled hard after happiness, and have gathered nothing
+but disappointment and sorrow; the friendless and the lonely, the
+wounded and the lost--these are the people whom our good Elder Brother
+calls The Fallen Leaves. I like the saying myself; it's a tender way of
+speaking of our poor fellow-creatures who are down in the world."
+
+He paused for a moment, looking out thoughtfully over the vast void of
+sea and sky. A passing shadow of sadness clouded his bright young face.
+The two elder men looked at him in silence, feeling (in widely
+different ways) the same compassionate interest. What was the life that
+lay before him? And--God help him!--what would he do with it?
+
+"Where did I leave off?" he asked, rousing himself suddenly.
+
+"You left Miss Mellicent, sir, in the Common Room--the venerable
+citizen with the white eyebrows being suitably engaged in moralizing on
+her." In those terms the ever-ready Rufus set the story going again.
+
+"Quite right," Amelius resumed. "There she was, poor thing, a little
+thin timid creature, in a white dress, with a black scarf over her
+shoulders, trembling and wondering in a room full of strangers. The
+Elder Brother took her by the hand, and kissed her on the forehead, and
+bade her heartily welcome in the name of the Community. Then the women
+followed his example, and the men all shook hands with her. And then
+our chief put the three questions, which he is bound to address to all
+new arrivals when they join us: 'Do you come here of your own free
+will? Do you bring with you a written recommendation from one of our
+brethren, which satisfies us that we do no wrong to ourselves or to
+others in receiving you? Do you understand that you are not bound to us
+by vows, and that you are free to leave us again if the life here is
+not agreeable to you?' Matters being settled so far, the reading of the
+Rules, and the Penalties imposed for breaking them, came next. Some of
+the Rules you know already; others of smaller importance I needn't
+trouble you with. As for the Penalties, if you incur the lighter ones,
+you are subject to public rebuke, or to isolation for a time from the
+social life of the Community. If you incur the heavier ones, you are
+either sent out into the world again for a given period, to return or
+not as you please; or you are struck off the list of members, and
+expelled for good and all. Suppose these preliminaries agreed to by
+Miss Mellicent with silent submission, and let us go on to the close of
+the ceremony--the reading of the Rules which settle the questions of
+Love and Marriage."
+
+"Aha!" said Mr. Hethcote, "we are coming to the difficulties of the
+Community at last!"
+
+"Are we also coming to Miss Mellicent, sir?" Rufus inquired. "As a
+citizen of a free country in which I can love in one State, marry in
+another, and be divorced in a third, I am not interested in your
+Rules--I am interested in your Lady."
+
+"The two are inseparable in this case," Amelius answered gravely. "If I
+am to speak of Miss Mellicent, I must speak of the Rules; you will soon
+see why. Our Community becomes a despotism, gentlemen, in dealing with
+love and marriage. For example, it positively prohibits any member
+afflicted with hereditary disease from marrying at all; and it reserves
+to itself, in the case of every proposed marriage among us, the right
+of permitting or forbidding it, in council. We can't even fall in love
+with each other, without being bound, under penalties, to report it to
+the Elder Brother; who, in his turn, communicates it to the monthly
+council; who, in their turn, decide whether the courtship may go on or
+not. That's not the worst of it, even yet! In some cases--where we
+haven't the slightest intention of falling in love with each other--the
+governing body takes the initiative. 'You two will do well to marry; we
+see it, if you don't. Just think of it, will you?' You may laugh; some
+of our happiest marriages have been made in that way. Our governors in
+council act on an established principle: here it is in a nutshell. The
+results of experience in the matter of marriage, all over the world,
+show that a really wise choice of a husband or a wife is an exception
+to the rule; and that husbands and wives in general would be happier
+together if their marriages were managed for them by competent advisers
+on either side. Laws laid down on such lines as these, and others
+equally strict, which I have not mentioned yet, were not put in force,
+Mr. Hethcote, as you suppose, without serious difficulties--
+difficulties which threatened the very existence of the Community. But
+that was before my time. When I grew up, I found the husbands and wives
+about me content to acknowledge that the Rules fulfilled the purpose
+with which they had been made--the greatest happiness of the greatest
+number. It all looks very absurd, I dare say, from your point of view.
+But these queer regulations of ours answer the Christian test--by their
+fruits ye shall know them. Our married people don't live on separate
+sides of the house; our children are all healthy; wife-beating is
+unknown among us; and the practice in our divorce court wouldn't keep
+the most moderate lawyer on bread and cheese. Can you say as much for
+the success of the marriage laws in Europe? I leave you, gentlemen, to
+form your own opinions."
+
+Mr. Hethcote declined to express an opinion. Rufus declined to resign
+his interest in the lady. "And what did Miss Mellicent say to it?" he
+inquired.
+
+"She said something that startled us all," Amelius replied. "When the
+Elder Brother began to read the first words relating to love and
+marriage in the Book of Rules, she turned deadly pale; and rose up in
+her place with a sudden burst of courage or desperation--I don't know
+which. 'Must you read that to me?' she asked. 'I have nothing to do
+with love or marriage.' The Elder Brother laid aside his Book of Rules.
+'If you are afflicted with an hereditary malady,' he said, 'the doctor
+from the town will examine you, and report to us.' She answered, 'I
+have no hereditary malady.' The Elder Brother took up his book again.
+'In due course of time, my dear, the Council will decide for you
+whether you are to love and marry or not.' And he read the Rules. She
+sat down again, and hid her face in her hands, and never moved or spoke
+until he had done. The regular questions followed. Had she anything to
+say, in the way of objection? Nothing! In that case, would she sign the
+Rules? Yes! When the time came for supper, she excused herself, just
+like a child. 'I feel very tired; may I go to bed?' The unmarried women
+in the same dormitory with her anticipated some romantic confession
+when she grew used to her new friends. They proved to be wrong. 'My
+life has been one long disappointment,' was all she said. 'You will do
+me a kindness if you will take me as I am, and not ask me to talk about
+myself.' There was nothing sulky or ungracious in the expression of her
+wish to keep her own secret. A kinder and sweeter woman--never thinking
+of herself, always considerate of others--never lived. An accidental
+discovery made me her chief friend, among the men: it turned out that
+her childhood had been passed, where my childhood had been passed, at
+Shedfield Heath, in Buckinghamshire. She was never weary of consulting
+my boyish recollections, and comparing them with her own. 'I love the
+place,' she used to say; 'the only happy time of my life was the time
+passed there.' On my sacred word of honour, this was the sort of talk
+that passed between us, for week after week. What other talk could pass
+between a man whose one and twentieth birthday was then near at hand,
+and a woman who was close on forty? What could I do, when the poor,
+broken, disappointed creature met me on the hill or by the river, and
+said, 'You are going out for a walk; may I come with you?' I never
+attempted to intrude myself into her confidence; I never even asked her
+why she had joined the Community. You see what is coming, don't you?
+_I_ never saw it. I didn't know what it meant, when some of the younger
+women, meeting us together, looked at me (not at her), and smiled
+maliciously. My stupid eyes were opened at last by the woman who slept
+in the next bed to her in the dormitory--a woman old enough to be my
+mother, who took care of me when I was a child at Tadmor. She stopped
+me one morning, on my way to fish in the river. 'Amelius,' she said,
+'don't go to the fishing-house; Mellicent is waiting for you.' I stared
+at her in astonishment. She held up her finger at me: 'Take care, you
+foolish boy! You are drifting into a false position as fast as you can.
+Have you no suspicion of what is going on?' I looked all round me, in
+search of what was going on. Nothing out of the common was to be seen
+anywhere. 'What can you possibly mean?' I asked. 'You will only laugh
+at me, if I tell you,' she said. I promised not to laugh. She too
+looked all round her, as if she was afraid of somebody being near
+enough to hear us; and then she let out the secret. 'Amelius, ask for a
+holiday--and leave us for a while. Mellicent is in love with you.'"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+Amelius looked at his companions, in some doubt whether they would
+preserve their gravity at this critical point in his story. They both
+showed him that his apprehensions were well founded. He was a little
+hurt, and he instantly revealed it. "I own to my shame that I burst out
+laughing myself," he said. "But you two gentlemen are older and wiser
+than I am. I didn't expect to find you just as ready to laugh at poor
+Miss Mellicent as I was."
+
+Mr. Hethcote declined to be reminded of his duties as a middle-aged
+gentleman in this backhanded manner. "Gently, Amelius! You can't expect
+to persuade us that a laughable thing is not a thing to be laughed at.
+A woman close on forty who falls in love with a young fellow of
+twenty-one--"
+
+"Is a laughable circumstance," Rufus interposed. "Whereas a man of
+forty who fancies a young woman of twenty-one is all in the order of
+Nature. The men have settled it so. But why the women are to give up so
+much sooner than the men is a question, sir, on which I have long
+wished to hear the sentiments of the women themselves."
+
+Mr. Hethcote dismissed the sentiments of the women with a wave of his
+hand. "Let us hear the rest of it, Amelius. Of course you went on to
+the fishing-house? And of course you found Miss Mellicent there?"
+
+"She came to the door to meet me, much as usual," Amelius resumed, "and
+suddenly checked herself in the act of shaking hands with me. I can
+only suppose she saw something in my face that startled her. How it
+happened, I can't say; but I felt my good spirits forsake me the moment
+I found myself in her presence. I doubt if she had ever seen me so
+serious before. 'Have I offended you?' she asked. Of course, I denied
+it; but I failed to satisfy her. She began to tremble. 'Has somebody
+said something against me? Are you weary of my company?' Those were the
+next questions. It was useless to say No. Some perverse distrust of me,
+or some despair of herself, overpowered her on a sudden. She sank down
+on the floor of the fishing-house, and began to cry--not a good hearty
+burst of tears; a silent, miserable, resigned sort of crying, as if she
+had lost all claim to be pitied, and all right to feel wounded or hurt.
+I was so distressed, that I thought of nothing but consoling her. I
+meant well, and I acted like a fool. A sensible man would have lifted
+her up, I suppose, and left her to herself. I lifted her up, and put my
+arm round her waist. She looked at me as I did it. For just a moment, I
+declare she became twenty years younger! She blushed as I have never
+seen a woman blush before or since--the colour flowed all over her neck
+as well as her face. Before I could say a word, she caught hold of my
+hand, and (of all the confusing things in the world!) kissed it. 'No!'
+she cried, 'don't despise me! don't laugh at me! Wait, and hear what my
+life has been, and then you will understand why a little kindness
+overpowers me.' She looked round the corner of the fishing-house
+suspiciously. 'I don't want anybody else to hear us,' she said, 'all
+the pride isn't beaten out of me yet. Come to the lake, and row me
+about in the boat.' I took her out in the boat. Nobody could hear us
+certainly; but she forgot, and I forgot, that anybody might see us, and
+that appearances on the lake might lead to false conclusions on shore."
+
+Mr. Hethcote and Rufus exchanged significant looks. They had not
+forgotten the Rules of the Community, when two of its members showed a
+preference for each other's society.
+
+Amelius proceeded. "Well, there we were on the lake. I paddled with the
+oars, and she opened her whole heart to me. Her troubles had begun, in
+a very common way, with her mother's death and her father's second
+marriage. She had a brother and a sister--the sister married a German
+merchant, settled in New York; the brother comfortably established as a
+sheep-farmer in Australia. So, you see, she was alone at home, at the
+mercy of the step-mother. I don't understand these cases myself, but
+people who do, tell me that there are generally faults on both sides.
+To make matters worse, they were a poor family; the one rich relative
+being a sister of the first wife, who disapproved of the widower
+marrying again, and never entered the house afterwards. Well, the
+step-mother had a sharp tongue, and Mellicent was the first person to
+feel the sting of it. She was reproached with being an encumbrance on
+her father, when she ought to be doing something for herself. There was
+no need to repeat those harsh words. The next day she answered an
+advertisement. Before the week was over, she was earning her bread as a
+daily governess."
+
+Here Rufus stopped the narrative, having an interesting question to
+put. "Might I inquire, sir, what her salary was?"
+
+"Thirty pounds a year," Amelius replied. "She was out teaching from
+nine o'clock to two--and then went home again."
+
+"There seems to be nothing to complain of in that, as salaries go," Mr.
+Hethcote remarked.
+
+"She made no complaint," Amelius rejoined. "She was satisfied with her
+salary; but she wasn't satisfied with her life. The meek little woman
+grew downright angry when she spoke of it. 'I had no reason to complain
+of my employers,' she said. 'I was civilly treated and punctually paid;
+but I never made friends of them. I tried to make friends of the
+children; and sometimes I thought I had succeeded--but, oh dear, when
+they were idle, and I was obliged to keep them to their lessons, I soon
+found how little hold I had on the love that I wanted them to give me.
+We see children in books who are perfect little angels; never envious
+or greedy or sulky or deceitful; always the same sweet, pious, tender,
+grateful, innocent creatures--and it has been my misfortune never to
+meet with them, go where I might! It is a hard world, Amelius, the
+world that I have lived in. I don't think there are such miserable
+lives anywhere as the lives led by the poor middle classes in England.
+From year's end to year's end, the one dreadful struggle to keep up
+appearances, and the heart-breaking monotony of an existence without
+change. We lived in the back street of a cheap suburb. I declare to you
+we had but one amusement in the whole long weary year--the annual
+concert the clergyman got up, in aid of his schools. The rest of the
+year it was all teaching for the first half of the day, and needlework
+for the young family for the other half. My father had religious
+scruples; he prohibited theatres, he prohibited dancing and light
+reading; he even prohibited looking in at the shop-windows, because we
+had no money to spare and they tempted us to buy. He went to business
+in the morning, and came back at night, and fell asleep after dinner,
+and woke up and read prayers--and next day to business and back, and
+sleeping and waking and reading prayers--and no break in it, week after
+week, month after month, except on Sunday, which was always the same
+Sunday; the same church, the same service, the same dinner, the same
+book of sermons in the evening. Even when we had a fortnight once a
+year at the seaside, we always went to the same place and lodged in the
+same cheap house. The few friends we had led just the same lives, and
+were beaten down flat by just the same monotony. All the women seemed
+to submit to it contentedly except my miserable self. I wanted so
+little! Only a change now and then; only a little sympathy when I was
+weary and sick at heart; only somebody whom I could love and serve, and
+be rewarded with a smile and a kind word in return. Mothers shook their
+heads, and daughters laughed at me. Have we time to be sentimental?
+Haven't we enough to do, darning and mending, and turning our dresses,
+and making the joint last as long as possible, and keeping the children
+clean, and doing the washing at home--and tea and sugar rising, and my
+husband grumbling every week when I have to ask him for the
+house-money. Oh, no more of it! no more of it! People meant for better
+things all ground down to the same sordid and selfish level--is that a
+pleasant sight to contemplate? I shudder when I think of the last
+twenty years of my life!' That's what she complained of, Mr. Hethcote,
+in the solitary middle of the lake, with nobody but me to hear her."
+
+"In my country, sir," Rufus remarked, "the Lecture Bureau would have
+provided for her amusement, on economical terms. And I reckon, if a
+married life would fix her, she might have tried it among Us by way of
+a change."
+
+"That's the saddest part of the story," said Amelius. "There came a
+time, only two years ago, when her prospects changed for the better.
+Her rich aunt (her mother's sister) died; and--what do you think?--left
+her a legacy of six thousand pounds. There was a gleam of sunshine in
+her life! The poor teacher was an heiress in a small way, with her
+fortune at her own disposal. They had something like a festival at
+home, for the first time; presents to everybody, and kissings and
+congratulations, and new dresses at last. And, more than that, another
+wonderful event happened before long. A gentleman made his appearance
+in the family circle, with an interesting object in view--a gentleman,
+who had called at the house in which she happened to be employed as
+teacher at the time, and had seen her occupied with her pupils. He had
+kept it to himself to be sure, but he had secretly admired her from
+that moment--and now it had come out! She had never had a lover before;
+mind that. And he was a remarkably handsome man: dressed beautifully,
+and sang and played, and was so humble and devoted with it all. Do you
+think it wonderful that she said Yes, when he proposed to marry her? I
+don't think it wonderful at all. For the first few weeks of the
+courtship, the sunshine was brighter than ever. Then the clouds began
+to rise. Anonymous letters came, describing the handsome gentleman
+(seen under his fair surface) as nothing less than a scoundrel. She
+tore up the letters indignantly--she was too delicate even to show them
+to him. Signed letters came next, addressed to her father by an uncle
+and an aunt, both containing one and the same warning: 'If your
+daughter insists on having him, tell her to take care of her money.' A
+few days later, a visitor arrived--a brother, who spoke out more
+plainly still. As an honourable man, he could not hear of what was
+going on, without making the painful confession that his brother was
+forbidden to enter his house. That said, he washed his hands of all
+further responsibility. You two know the world, you will guess how it
+ended. Quarrels in the household; the poor middle-aged woman, living in
+her fool's paradise, blindly true to her lover; convinced that he was
+foully wronged; frantic when he declared that he would not connect
+himself with a family which suspected him. Ah, I have no patience when
+I think of it, and I almost wish I had never begun to tell the story!
+Do you know what he did? She was free of course, at her age, to decide
+for herself; there was no controlling her. The wedding day was fixed.
+Her father had declared he would not sanction it; and her step-mother
+kept him to his word. She went alone to the church, to meet her
+promised husband. He never appeared; he deserted her, mercilessly
+deserted her--after she had sacrificed her own relations to him--on her
+wedding-day. She was taken home insensible, and had a brain fever. The
+doctors declined to answer for her life. Her father thought it time to
+look to her banker's pass-book. Out of her six thousand pounds she had
+privately given no less than four thousand to the scoundrel who had
+deceived and forsaken her! Not a month afterwards he married a young
+girl--with a fortune of course. We read of such things in newspapers
+and books. But to have them brought home to one, after living one's own
+life among honest people--I tell you it stupefied me!"
+
+He said no more. Below them in the cabin, voices were laughing and
+talking, to a cheerful accompaniment of clattering knives and forks.
+Around them spread the exultant glory of sea and sky. All that they
+heard, all that they saw, was cruelty out of harmony with the miserable
+story which had just reached its end. With one accord the three men
+rose and paced the deck, feeling physically the same need of some
+movement to lighten their spirits. With one accord they waited a
+little, before the narrative was resumed.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+Mr. Hethcote was the first to speak again.
+
+"I can understand the poor creature's motive in joining your
+Community," he said. "To a person of any sensibility her position,
+among such relatives as you describe, must have been simply unendurable
+after what had happened. How did she hear of Tadmor and the
+Socialists?"
+
+"She had read one of our books," Amelius answered; "and she had her
+married sister at New York to go to. There were moments, after her
+recovery (she confessed it to me frankly), when the thought of suicide
+was in her mind. Her religious scruples saved her. She was kindly
+received by her sister and her sister's husband. They proposed to keep
+her with them to teach their children. No! the new life offered to her
+was too like the old life--she was broken in body and mind; she had no
+courage to face it. We have a resident agent in New York; and he
+arranged for her journey to Tadmor. There is a gleam of brightness, at
+any rate, in this part of her story. She blessed the day, poor soul,
+when she joined us. Never before had she found herself among such
+kind-hearted, unselfish, simple people. Never before--" he abruptly
+checked himself, and looked a little confused.
+
+Obliging Rufus finished the sentence for him. "Never before had she
+known a young man with such natural gifts of fascination as C.A.G.
+Don't you be too modest, sir; it doesn't pay, I assure you, in the
+nineteenth century."
+
+Amelius was not as ready with his laugh as usual. "I wish I could drop
+it at the point we have reached now," he said. "But she has left
+Tadmor; and, in justice to her (after the scandals in the newspaper), I
+must tell you how she left it, and why. The mischief began when I was
+helping her out of the boat. Two of our young women met us on the bank
+of the lake, and asked me how I got on with my fishing. They didn't
+mean any harm--they were only in their customary good spirits. Still,
+there was no mistaking their looks and tones when they put the
+question. Miss Mellicent, in her confusion, made matters worse. She
+coloured up, and snatched her hand out of mine, and ran back to the
+house by herself. The girls, enjoying their own foolish joke,
+congratulated me on my prospects. I must have been out of sorts in some
+way--upset, perhaps, by what I had heard in the boat. Anyhow, I lost my
+temper, and _I_ made matters worse, next. I said some angry words, and
+left them. The same evening I found a letter in my room. 'For your
+sake, I must not be seen alone with you again. It is hard to lose the
+comfort of your sympathy, but I must submit. Think of me as kindly as I
+think of you. It has done me good to open my heart to you.' Only those
+lines, signed by Mellicent's initials. I was rash enough to keep the
+letter, instead of destroying it. All might have ended well,
+nevertheless, if she had only held to her resolution. But, unluckily,
+my twenty-first birthday was close at hand; and there was talk of
+keeping it as a festival in the Community. I was up with sunrise when
+the day came; having some farming work to look after, and wanting to
+get it over in good time. My shortest way back to breakfast was through
+a wood. In the wood I met her."
+
+"Alone?" Mr. Hethcote asked.
+
+Rufus expressed his opinion of the wisdom of putting this question with
+his customary plainness of language. "When there's a rash thing to be
+done by a man and a woman together, sir, philosophers have remarked
+that it's always the woman who leads the way. Of course she was alone."
+
+"She had a little present for me on my birthday," Amelius explained--"a
+purse of her own making. And she was afraid of the ridicule of the
+young women, if she gave it to me openly. 'You have my heart's dearest
+wishes for your happiness; think of me sometimes, Amelius, when you
+open your purse.' If you had been in my place, could you have told her
+to go away, when she said that, and put her gift into your hand? Not if
+she had been looking at you at the moment--I'll swear you couldn't have
+done it!"
+
+The lean yellow face of Rufus Dingwell relaxed for the first time into
+a broad grin. "There are further particulars, sir, stated in the
+newspaper," he said slily.
+
+"Damn the newspaper!" Amelius answered.
+
+Rufus bowed, serenely courteous, with the air of a man who accepted a
+British oath as an unwilling compliment paid by the old country to the
+American press. "The newspaper report states, sir, that she kissed
+you."
+
+"It's a lie!" Amelius shouted.
+
+"Perhaps it's an error of the press," Rufus persisted. "Perhaps, _you_
+kissed _her?"_
+
+"Never mind what I did," said Amelius savagely.
+
+Mr. Hethcote felt it necessary to interfere. He addressed Rufus in his
+most magnificent manner. "In England, Mr. Dingwell, a gentleman is not
+in the habit of disclosing these--er--these--er, er--"
+
+"These kissings in a wood?" suggested Rufus. "In my country, sir, we do
+not regard kissing, in or out of a wood, in the light of a shameful
+proceeding. Quite the contrary, I do assure you."
+
+Amelius recovered his temper. The discussion was becoming too
+ridiculous to be endured by the unfortunate person who was the object
+of it.
+
+"Don't let us make mountains out of molehills," he said. "I did kiss
+her--there! A woman pressing the prettiest little purse you ever saw
+into your hand, and wishing you many happy returns of the day with the
+tears in her eyes; I should like to know what else was to be done but
+to kiss her. Ah, yes, smooth out your newspaper report, and have
+another look at it! She _did_ rest her head on my shoulder, poor soul,
+and she _did_ say, 'Oh, Amelius, I thought my heart was turned to
+stone; feel how you have made it beat!' When I remembered what she had
+told me in the boat, I declare to God I almost burst out crying
+myself--it was so innocent and so pitiful."
+
+Rufus held out his hand with true American cordiality. "I do assure
+you, sir, I meant no harm," he said. "The right grit is in you, and no
+mistake--and there goes the newspaper!" He rolled up the slip, and
+flung it overboard.
+
+Mr. Hethcote nodded his entire approval of this proceeding. Amelius
+went on with his story.
+
+"I'm near the end now," he said. "If I had known it would have taken so
+long to tell--never mind! We got out of the wood at last, Mr. Rufus;
+and left it without a suspicion that we had been watched. I was prudent
+enough (when it was too late, you will say) to suggest to her that we
+had better be careful for the future. Instead of taking it seriously,
+she laughed. 'Have you altered your mind, since you wrote to me?' I
+asked. 'To be sure I have,' she said. 'When I wrote to you I forgot the
+difference between your age and mine. Nothing that _we_ do will be
+taken seriously. I am afraid of their laughing at me, Amelius; but I am
+afraid of nothing else.' I did my best to undeceive her. I told her
+plainly that people unequally matched in years--women older than men,
+as well as men older than women--were not uncommonly married among us.
+The council only looked to their being well suited in other ways, and
+declined to trouble itself about the question of age. I don't think I
+produced much effect; she seemed, for once in her life, poor thing, to
+be too happy to look beyond the passing moment. Besides, there was the
+birthday festival to keep her mind from dwelling on doubts and fears
+that were not agreeable to her. And the next day there was another
+event to occupy our attention--the arrival of the lawyer's letter from
+London, with the announcement of my inheritance on coming of age. It
+was settled, as you know, that I was to go out into the world, and to
+judge for myself; but the date of my departure was not fixed. Two days
+later, the storm that had been gathering for weeks past burst on us--we
+were cited to appear before the council to answer for an infraction of
+the Rules. Everything that I have confessed to you, and some things
+besides that I have kept to myself, lay formally inscribed on a sheet
+of paper placed on the council table--and pinned to the sheet of paper
+was Mellicent's letter to me, found in my room. I took the whole blame
+on myself, and insisted on being confronted with the unknown person who
+had informed against us. The council met this by a question:--'Is the
+information, in any particular, false?' Neither of us could deny that
+it was, in every particular, true. Hearing this, the council decided
+that there was no need, on our own showing, to confront us with the
+informer. From that day to this, I have never known who the spy was.
+Neither Mellicent nor I had an enemy in the Community. The girls who
+had seen us on the lake, and some other members who had met us
+together, only gave their evidence on compulsion--and even then they
+prevaricated, they were so fond of us and so sorry for us. After
+waiting a day, the governing body pronounced their judgment. Their duty
+was prescribed to them by the Rules. We were sentenced to six months'
+absence from the Community; to return or not as we pleased. A hard
+sentence, gentlemen--whatever _we_ may think of it--to homeless and
+friendless people, to the Fallen Leaves that had drifted to Tadmor. In
+my case it had been already arranged that I was to leave. After what
+had happened, my departure was made compulsory in four-and-twenty
+hours; and I was forbidden to return, until the date of my sentence had
+expired. In Mellicent's case they were still more strict. They would
+not trust her to travel by herself. A female member of the Community
+was appointed to accompany her to the house of her married sister at
+New York: she was ordered to be ready for the journey by sunrise the
+next morning. We both understood, of course, that the object of this
+was to prevent our travelling together. They might have saved
+themselves the trouble of putting obstacles in our way."
+
+"So far as You were concerned, I suppose?" said Mr. Hethcote.
+
+"So far as She was concerned also," Amelius answered.
+
+"How did she take it, sir?" Rufus inquired.
+
+"With a composure that astonished us all," said Amelius. "We had
+anticipated tears and entreaties for mercy. She stood up perfectly
+calm, far calmer than I was, with her head turned towards me, and her
+eyes resting quietly on my face. If you can imagine a woman whose whole
+being was absorbed in looking into the future; seeing what no mortal
+creature about her saw; sustained by hopes that no mortal creature
+about her could share--you may see her as I did, when she heard her
+sentence pronounced. The members of the Community, accustomed to take
+leave of an erring brother or sister with loving and merciful words,
+were all more or less distressed as they bade her farewell. Most of the
+women were in tears as they kissed her. They said the same kind words
+to her over and over again. 'We are heartily sorry for you, dear; we
+shall all be glad to welcome you back.' They sang our customary hymn at
+parting--and broke down before they got to the end. It was _she_ who
+consoled _them!_ Not once, through all that melancholy ceremony, did
+she lose her strange composure, her rapt mysterious look. I was the
+last to say farewell; and I own I couldn't trust myself to speak. She
+held my hand in hers. For a moment, her face lighted up softly with a
+radiant smile--then the strange preoccupied expression flowed over her
+again, like shadow over a light. Her eyes, still looking into mine,
+seemed to look beyond me. She spoke low, in sad steady tones. 'Be
+comforted, Amelius; the end is not yet.' She put her hands on my head,
+and drew it down to her. 'You will come back to me,' she whispered--and
+kissed me on the forehead, before them all. When I looked up again, she
+was gone. I have neither seen her nor heard from her since. It's all
+told, gentlemen--and some of it has distressed me in the telling. Let
+me go away for a minute by myself, and look at the sea."
+
+
+
+BOOK THE SECOND
+
+AMELIUS IN LONDON
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Oh, Rufus Dingwell, it is such a rainy day! And the London street which
+I look out on from my hotel window presents such a dirty and such a
+miserable view! Do you know, I hardly feel like the same Amelius who
+promised to write to you when you left the steamer at Queenstown. My
+spirits are sinking; I begin to feel old. Am I in the right state of
+mind to tell you what are my first impressions of London? Perhaps I may
+alter my opinion. At present (this is between ourselves), I don't like
+London or London people--excepting two ladies, who, in very different
+ways, have interested and charmed me.
+
+Who are the ladies? I must tell you what I heard about them from Mr.
+Hethcote, before I present them to you on my own responsibility.
+
+After you left us, I found the last day of the voyage to Liverpool dull
+enough. Mr. Hethcote did not seem to feel it in the same way: on the
+contrary, he grew more familiar and confidential in his talk with me.
+He has some of the English stiffness, you see, and your American pace
+was a little too fast for him. On our last night on board, we had some
+more conversation about the Farnabys. You were not interested enough in
+the subject to attend to what he said about them while you were with
+us; but if you are to be introduced to the ladies, you must be
+interested now. Let me first inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Farnaby have
+no children; and let me add that they have adopted the daughter and
+orphan child of Mrs. Farnaby's sister. This sister, it seems, died many
+years ago, surviving her husband for a few months only. To complete the
+story of the past, death has also taken old Mr. Ronald, the founder of
+the stationer's business, and his wife, Mrs. Farnaby's mother. Dry
+facts these--I don't deny it; but there is something more interesting
+to follow. I have next to tell you how Mr. Hethcote first became
+acquainted with Mrs. Farnaby. Now, Rufus, we are coming to something
+romantic at last!
+
+It is some time since Mr. Hethcote ceased to perform his clerical
+duties, owing to a malady in the throat, which made it painful for him
+to take his place in the reading-desk or the pulpit. His last curacy
+attached him to a church at the West-end of London; and here, one
+Sunday evening, after he had preached the sermon, a lady in trouble
+came to him in the vestry for spiritual advice and consolation. She was
+a regular attendant at the church, and something which he had said in
+that evening's sermon had deeply affected her. Mr. Hethcote spoke with
+her afterwards on many occasions at home. He felt a sincere interest in
+her, but he disliked her husband; and, when he gave up his curacy, he
+ceased to pay visits to the house. As to what Mrs. Farnaby's troubles
+were, I can tell you nothing. Mr. Hethcote spoke very gravely and sadly
+when he told me that the subject of his conversations with her must be
+kept a secret. "I doubt whether you and Mr. Farnaby will get on well
+together," he said to me; "but I shall be astonished if you are not
+favourably impressed by his wife and her niece."
+
+This was all I knew when I presented my letter of introduction to Mr.
+Farnaby at his place of business.
+
+It was a grand stone building, with great plate-glass windows--all
+renewed and improved, they told me, since old Mr. Ronald's time. My
+letter and my card went into an office at the back, and I followed them
+after a while. A lean, hard, middle-aged man, buttoned up tight in a
+black frock-coat, received me, holding my written introduction open in
+his hand. He had a ruddy complexion not commonly seen in Londoners, so
+far as my experience goes. His iron-gray hair and whiskers (especially
+the whiskers) were in wonderfully fine order--as carefully oiled and
+combed as if he had just come out of a barber's shop. I had been in the
+morning to the Zoological Gardens; his eyes, when he lifted them from
+the letter to me, reminded me of the eyes of the eagles--glassy and
+cruel. I have a fault that I can't cure myself of. I like people, or
+dislike them, at first sight, without knowing, in either case, whether
+they deserve it or not. In the one moment when our eyes met, I felt the
+devil in me. In plain English, I hated Mr. Farnaby!
+
+"Good morning, sir," he began, in a loud, harsh, rasping voice. "The
+letter you bring me takes me by surprise."
+
+"I thought the writer was an old friend of yours," I said.
+
+"An old friend of mine," Mr. Farnaby answered, "whose errors I deplore.
+When he joined your Community, I looked upon him as a lost man. I am
+surprised at his writing to me."
+
+It is quite likely I was wrong, knowing nothing of the usages of
+society in England. I thought this reception of me downright rude. I
+had laid my hat on a chair; I took it up in my hand again, and
+delivered a parting shot at the brute with the oily whiskers.
+
+"If I had known what you now tell me," I said, "I should not have
+troubled you by presenting that letter. Good morning."
+
+This didn't in the least offend him. A curious smile broke out on his
+face; it widened his eyes, and it twitched up his mouth at one corner.
+He held out his hand to stop me. I waited, in case he felt bound to
+make an apology. He did nothing of the sort--he only made a remark.
+
+"You are young and hasty," he said. "I may lament my friend's
+extravagances, without failing on that account in what is due to an old
+friendship. You are probably not aware that we have no sympathy in
+England with Socialists."
+
+I hit him back again. "In that case, sir, a little Socialism in England
+would do you no harm. We consider it a part of our duty as Christians
+to feel sympathy with all men who are honest in their convictions--no
+matter how mistaken (in our opinion) the convictions may be." I rather
+thought I had him there; and I took up my hat again, to get off with
+the honours of victory while I had the chance.
+
+I am sincerely ashamed of myself, Rufus, in telling you all this. I
+ought to have given him back "the soft answer that turneth away
+wrath"--my conduct was a disgrace to my Community. What evil influence
+was at work in me? Was it the air of London? or was it a possession of
+the devil?
+
+He stopped me for the second time--not in the least disconcerted by
+what I had said to him. His inbred conviction of his own superiority to
+a young adventurer like me was really something magnificent to witness.
+He did me justice--the Philistine-Pharisee did me justice! Will you
+believe it? He made his remarks next on my good points, as if I had
+been a young bull at a prize cattle show.
+
+"Excuse me for noticing it," he said. "Your manners are perfectly
+gentlemanlike, and you speak English without any accent. And yet you
+have been brought up in America. What does it mean?"
+
+I grew worse and worse--I got downright sulky now.
+
+"I suppose it means," I answered, "that some of us, in America,
+cultivate ourselves as well as our land. We have our books and music,
+though you seem to think we only have our axes and spades. Englishmen
+don't claim a monopoly of good manners at Tadmor. We see no difference
+between an American gentleman and an English gentleman. And as for
+speaking English with an accent, the Americans accuse _us_ of doing
+that."
+
+He smiled again. "How very absurd!" he said, with a superb compassion
+for the benighted Americans. By this time, I suspect he began to feel
+that he had had enough of me. He got rid of me with an invitation.
+
+"I shall be glad to receive you at my private residence, and introduce
+you to my wife and her niece--our adopted daughter. There is the
+address. We have a few friends to dinner on Saturday next, at seven.
+Will you give us the pleasure of your company?"
+
+We are all aware that there is a distinction between civility and
+cordiality; but I myself never knew how wide that distinction might be,
+until Mr. Farnaby invited me to dinner. If I had not been curious
+(after what Mr. Hethcote had told me) to see Mrs. Farnaby and her
+niece, I should certainly have slipped out of the engagement. As it
+was, I promised to dine with Oily-Whiskers.
+
+He put his hand into mine at parting. It felt as moistly cold as a dead
+fish. After getting out again into the street, I turned into the first
+tavern I passed, and ordered a drink. Shall I tell you what else I did?
+I went into the lavatory, and washed Mr. Farnaby off my hand. (N.B.--If
+I had behaved in this way at Tadmor, I should have been punished with
+the lighter penalty--taking my meals by myself, and being forbidden to
+enter the Common Room for eight and forty hours.) I feel I am getting
+wickeder and wickeder in London--I have half a mind to join you in
+Ireland. What does Tom Moore say of his countrymen--he ought to know, I
+suppose? "For though they love women and golden store: Sir Knight, they
+love honour and virtue more!" They must have been all Socialists in Tom
+Moore's time. Just the place for me.
+
+
+I have been obliged to wait a little. A dense fog has descended on us
+by way of variety. With a stinking coal fire, with the gas lit and the
+curtains drawn at half-past eleven in the forenoon, I feel that I am in
+my own country again at last. Patience, my friend--patience! I am
+coming to the ladies.
+
+Entering Mr. Farnaby's private residence on the appointed day, I became
+acquainted with one more of the innumerable insincerities of modern
+English life. When a man asks you to dine with him at seven o'clock, in
+other countries, he means what he says. In England, he means half-past
+seven, and sometimes a quarter to eight. At seven o'clock I was the
+only person in Mr. Farnaby's drawing-room. At ten minutes past seven,
+Mr. Farnaby made his appearance. I had a good mind to take his place in
+the middle of the hearth-rug, and say, "Farnaby, I am glad to see you."
+But I looked at his whiskers; and _they_ said to me, as plainly as
+words could speak, "Better not!"
+
+In five minutes more, Mrs. Farnaby joined us.
+
+I wish I was a practised author--or, no, I would rather, for the
+moment, be a competent portrait-painter, and send you Mrs. Farnaby's
+likeness enclosed. How I am to describe her in words, I really don't
+know. My dear fellow, she almost frightened me. I never before saw such
+a woman; I never expect to see such a woman again. There was nothing in
+her figure, or in her way of moving, that produced this impression on
+me--she is little and fat, and walks with a firm, heavy step, like the
+step of a man. Her face is what I want to make you see as plainly as I
+saw it myself: it was her face that startled me.
+
+So far as I can pretend to judge, she must have been pretty, in a
+healthy way, when she was young. I declare I hardly know whether she is
+not pretty now. She certainly has no marks or wrinkles; her hair either
+has no gray in it, or is too light to show the gray. She has preserved
+her fair complexion; perhaps with art to assist it--I can't say. As for
+her lips--I am not speaking disrespectfully, I am only describing them
+truly, when I say that they invite kisses in spite of her. In two
+words, though she has been married (as I know from what one of the
+guests told me after dinner) for sixteen years, she would be still an
+irresistible little woman, but for the one startling drawback of her
+eyes. Don't mistake me. In themselves, they are large, well-opened blue
+eyes, and may at one time have been the chief attraction in her face.
+But now there is an expression of suffering in them--long, unsolaced
+suffering, as I believe--so despairing and so dreadful, that she really
+made my heart ache when I looked at her. I will swear to it, that woman
+lives in some secret hell of her own making, and longs for the release
+of death; and is so inveterately full of bodily life and strength, that
+she may carry her burden with her to the utmost verge of life. I am
+digging the pen into the paper, I feel this so strongly, and I am so
+wretchedly incompetent to express my feeling. Can you imagine a
+diseased mind, imprisoned in a healthy body? I don't care what doctors
+or books may say--it is that, and nothing else. Nothing else will solve
+the mystery of the smooth face, the fleshy figure, the firm step, the
+muscular grip of her hand when she gives it to you--and the soul in
+torment that looks at you all the while out of her eyes. It is useless
+to tell me that such a contradiction as this cannot exist. I have seen
+the woman; and she does exist.
+
+Oh yes! I can fancy you grinning over my letter--I can hear you saying
+to yourself, "Where did he pick up his experience, I wonder?" I have no
+experience--I only have something that serves me instead of it, and I
+don't know what. The Elder Brother, at Tadmor, used to say it was
+sympathy. But _he_ is a sentimentalist.
+
+Well, Mr. Farnaby presented me to his wife--and then walked away as if
+he was sick of us both, and looked out of the window.
+
+For some reason or other, Mrs. Farnaby seemed to be surprised, for the
+moment, by my personal appearance. Her husband had, very likely, not
+told her how young I was. She got over her momentary astonishment, and,
+signing to me to sit by her on the sofa, said the necessary words of
+welcome--evidently thinking something else all the time. The strange
+miserable eyes looked over my shoulder, instead of looking at me.
+
+"Mr. Farnaby tells me you have been living in America."
+
+The tone in which she spoke was curiously quiet and monotonous. I have
+heard such tones, in the Far West, from lonely settlers without a
+neighbouring soul to speak to. Has Mrs. Farnaby no neighbouring soul to
+speak to, except at dinner parties?
+
+"You are an Englishman, are you not?" she went on.
+
+I said Yes, and cast about in my mind for something to say to her. She
+saved me the trouble by making me the victim of a complete series of
+questions. This, as I afterwards discovered, was _her_ way of finding
+conversation for strangers. Have you ever met with absent-minded people
+to whom it is a relief to ask questions mechanically, without feeling
+the slightest interest in the answers?
+
+She began. "Where did you live in America?"
+
+"At Tadmor, in the State of Illinois."
+
+"What sort of place is Tadmor?"
+
+I described the place as well as I could, under the circumstances.
+
+"What made you go to Tadmor?"
+
+It was impossible to reply to this, without speaking of the Community.
+Feeling that the subject was not in the least likely to interest her, I
+spoke as briefly as I could. To my astonishment, I evidently began to
+interest her from that moment. The series of questions went on--but now
+she not only listened, she was eager for the answers.
+
+"Are there any women among you?"
+
+"Nearly as many women as men."
+
+Another change! Over the weary misery of her eyes there flashed a
+bright look of interest which completely transformed them. Her
+articulation even quickened when she put her next question.
+
+"Are any of the women friendless creatures, who came to you from
+England?"
+
+"Yes, some of them."
+
+I thought of Mellicent as I spoke. Was this new interest that I had so
+innocently aroused, an interest in Mellicent? Her next question only
+added to my perplexity. Her next question proved that my guess had
+completely failed to hit the mark.
+
+"Are there any _young_ women among them?"
+
+Mr. Farnaby, standing with his back to us thus far, suddenly turned and
+looked at her, when she inquired if there were "young" women among us.
+
+"Oh yes," I said. "Mere girls."
+
+She pressed so near to me that her knees touched mine. "How old?" she
+asked eagerly.
+
+Mr. Farnaby left the window, walked close up to the sofa, and
+deliberately interrupted us.
+
+"Nasty muggy weather, isn't it?" he said. "I suppose the climate of
+America--"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby deliberately interrupted her husband. "How old?" she
+repeated, in a louder tone.
+
+I was bound, of course, to answer the lady of the house. "Some girls
+from eighteen to twenty. And some younger."
+
+"How much younger?"
+
+"Oh, from sixteen to seventeen."
+
+She grew more and more excited; she positively laid her hand on my arm
+in her eagerness to secure my attention all to herself. "American girls
+or English?" she resumed, her fat, firm fingers closing on me with a
+tremulous grasp.
+
+"Shall you be in town in November?" said Mr. Farnaby, purposely
+interrupting us again. "If you would like to see the Lord Mayor's
+Show--"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby impatiently shook me by the arm. "American girls or
+English?" she reiterated, more obstinately than ever.
+
+Mr. Farnaby gave her one look. If he could have put her on the blazing
+fire and have burnt her up in an instant by an effort of will, I
+believe he would have made the effort. He saw that I was observing him,
+and turned quickly from his wife to me. His ruddy face was pale with
+suppressed rage. My early arrival had given Mrs. Farnaby an opportunity
+of speaking to me, which he had not anticipated in inviting me to
+dinner. "Come and see my pictures," he said.
+
+His wife still held me fast. Whether he liked it or not, I had again no
+choice but to answer her. "Some American girls, and some English," I
+said.
+
+Her eyes opened wider and wider in unutterable expectation. She
+suddenly advanced her face so close to mine, that I felt her hot breath
+on my cheeks as the next words burst their way through her lips.
+
+"Born in England?"
+
+"No. Born at Tadmor."
+
+She dropped my arm. The light died out of her eyes in an instant. In
+some inconceivable way, I had utterly destroyed some secret expectation
+that she had fixed on me. She actually left me on the sofa, and took a
+chair on the opposite side of the fireplace. Mr. Farnaby, turning paler
+and paler, stepped up to her as she changed her place. I rose to look
+at the pictures on the wall nearest to me. You remarked the
+extraordinary keenness of my sense of hearing, while we were fellow
+passengers on the steamship. When he stooped over her, and whispered in
+her ear, I heard him--though nearly the whole breadth of the room was
+between us. "You hell-cat!"--that was what Mr. Farnaby said to his
+wife.
+
+The clock on the mantelpiece struck the half-hour after seven. In quick
+succession, the guests at the dinner now entered the room.
+
+I was so staggered by the extraordinary scene of married life which I
+had just witnessed, that the guests produced only a very faint
+impression upon me. My mind was absorbed in trying to find the true
+meaning of what I had seen and heard. Was Mrs. Farnaby a little mad? I
+dismissed that idea as soon as it occurred to me; nothing that I had
+observed in her justified it. The truer conclusion appeared to be, that
+she was deeply interested in some absent (and possibly lost) young
+creature; whose age, judging by actions and tones which had
+sufficiently revealed that part of the secret to me, could not be more
+than sixteen or seventeen years. How long had she cherished the hope of
+seeing the girl, or hearing of her? It must have been, anyhow, a hope
+very deeply rooted, for she had been perfectly incapable of controlling
+herself when I had accidentally roused it. As for her husband, there
+could be no doubt that the subject was not merely distasteful to him,
+but so absolutely infuriating that he could not even keep his temper,
+in the presence of a third person invited to his house. Had he injured
+the girl in any way? Was he responsible for her disappearance? Did his
+wife know it, or only suspect it? Who _was_ the girl? What was the
+secret of Mrs. Farnaby's extraordinary interest in her--Mrs. Farnaby,
+whose marriage was childless; whose interest one would have thought
+should be naturally concentrated on her adopted daughter, her sister's
+orphan child? In conjectures such as these, I completely lost myself.
+Let me hear what your ingenuity can make of the puzzle; and let me
+return to Mr. Farnaby's dinner, waiting on Mr. Farnaby's table.
+
+The servant threw open the drawing-room door, and the most honoured
+guest present led Mrs. Farnaby to the dining-room. I roused myself to
+some observation of what was going on about me. No ladies had been
+invited; and the men were all of a certain age. I looked in vain for
+the charming niece. Was she not well enough to appear at the
+dinner-party? I ventured on putting the question to Mr. Farnaby.
+
+"You will find her at the tea-table, when we return to the
+drawing-room. Girls are out of place at dinner-parties." So he answered
+me--not very graciously.
+
+As I stepped out on the landing, I looked up; I don't know why, unless
+I was the unconscious object of magnetic attraction. Anyhow, I had my
+reward. A bright young face peeped over the balusters of the upper
+staircase, and modestly withdrew itself again in a violent hurry.
+Everybody but Mr. Farnaby and myself had disappeared in the
+dining-room. Was she having a peep at the young Socialist?
+
+
+Another interruption to my letter, caused by another change in the
+weather. The fog has vanished; the waiter is turning off the gas, and
+letting in the drab-coloured daylight. I ask him if it is still
+raining. He smiles, and rubs his hands, and says, "It looks like
+clearing up soon, sir." This man's head is gray; he has been all his
+life a waiter in London--and he can still see the cheerful side of
+things. What native strength of mind cast away on a vocation that is
+unworthy of it!
+
+Well--and now about the Farnaby dinner. I feel a tightness in the lower
+part of my waistcoat, Rufus, when I think of the dinner; there was such
+a quantity of it, and Mr. Farnaby was so tyrannically resolute in
+forcing his luxuries down the throats of his guests. His eye was on me,
+if I let my plate go away before it was empty--his eye said "I have
+paid for this magnificent dinner, and I mean to see you eat it." Our
+printed list of the dishes, as they succeeded each other, also informed
+us of the varieties of wine which it was imperatively necessary to
+drink with each dish. I got into difficulties early in the proceedings.
+The taste of sherry, for instance, is absolutely nauseous to me; and
+Rhine wine turns into vinegar ten minutes after it has passed my lips.
+I asked for the wine that I could drink, out of its turn. You should
+have seen Mr. Farnaby's face, when I violated the rules of his
+dinner-table! It was the one amusing incident of the feast--the one
+thing that alleviated the dreary and mysterious spectacle of Mrs.
+Farnaby. There she sat, with her mind hundreds of miles away from
+everything that was going on about her, entangling the two guests, on
+her right hand and on her left, in a network of vacant questions, just
+as she had entangled me. I discovered that one of these gentlemen was a
+barrister and the other a ship-owner, by the answers which Mrs. Farnaby
+absently extracted from them on the subject of their respective
+vocations in life. And while she questioned incessantly, she ate
+incessantly. Her vigorous body insisted on being fed. She would have
+emptied her wineglass (I suspect) as readily as she plied her knife and
+fork--but I discovered that a certain system of restraint was
+established in the matter of wine. At intervals, Mr. Farnaby just
+looked at the butler--and the butler and his bottle, on those
+occasions, deliberately passed her by. Not the slightest visible change
+was produced in her by the eating and drinking; she was equal to any
+demands that any dinner could make on her. There was no flush in her
+face, no change in her spirits, when she rose, in obedience to English
+custom, and retired to the drawing-room.
+
+Left together over their wine, the men began to talk politics.
+
+I listened at the outset, expecting to get some information. Our
+readings in modern history at Tadmor had informed us of the dominant
+political position of the middle classes in England, since the time of
+the first Reform Bill. Mr. Farnaby's guests represented the respectable
+mediocrity of social position, the professional and commercial average
+of the nation. They all talked glibly enough--I and an old gentleman
+who sat next to me being the only listeners. I had spent the morning
+lazily in the smoking-room of the hotel, reading the day's newspapers.
+And what did I hear now, when the politicians set in for their
+discussion? I heard the leading articles of the day's newspapers
+translated into bald chat, and coolly addressed by one man to another,
+as if they were his own individual views on public affairs! This absurd
+imposture positively went the round of the table, received and
+respected by everybody with a stolid solemnity of make-believe which it
+was downright shameful to see. Not a man present said, "I saw that
+today in the _Times_ or the _Telegraph."_ Not a man present had an
+opinion of his own; or, if he had an opinion, ventured to express it;
+or, if he knew nothing of the subject, was honest enough to say so. One
+enormous Sham, and everybody in a conspiracy to take it for the real
+thing: that is an accurate description of the state of political
+feeling among the representative men at Mr. Farnaby's dinner. I am not
+judging rashly by one example only; I have been taken to clubs and
+public festivals, only to hear over and over again what I heard in Mr.
+Farnaby's dining-room. Does it need any great foresight to see that
+such a state of things as this cannot last much longer, in a country
+which has not done with reforming itself yet? The time is coming, in
+England, when the people who _have_ opinions of their own will be
+heard, and when Parliament will be forced to open the door to them.
+
+This is a nice outbreak of republican freedom! What does my
+long-suffering friend think of it--waiting all the time to be presented
+to Mr. Farnaby's niece? Everything in its place, Rufus. The niece
+followed the politics, at the time; and she shall follow them now.
+
+You shall hear first what my next neighbour said of her--a quaint old
+fellow, a retired doctor, if I remember correctly. He seemed to be as
+weary of the second-hand newspaper talk as I was; he quite sparkled and
+cheered up when I introduced the subject of Miss Regina. Have I
+mentioned her name yet? If not, here it is for you in full:--Miss
+Regina Mildmay.
+
+"I call her the brown girl," said the old gentleman. "Brown hair, brown
+eyes, and a brown skin. No, not a brunette; not dark enough for that--a
+warm, delicate brown; wait till you see it! Takes after her father, I
+should tell you. He was a fine-looking man in his time; foreign blood
+in his veins, by his mother's side. Miss Regina gets her queer name by
+being christened after his mother. Never mind her name; she's a
+charming person. Let's drink her health."
+
+We drank her health. Remembering that he had called her "the brown
+girl," I said I supposed she was still quite young.
+
+"Better than young," the doctor answered; "in the prime of life. I call
+her a girl, by habit. Wait till you see her!"
+
+"Has she a good figure, sir?"
+
+"Ha! you're like the Turks, are you? A nice-looking woman doesn't
+content you--you must have her well-made too. We can accommodate you,
+sir; we are slim and tall, with a swing of our hips, and we walk like a
+goddess. Wait and see how her head is put on her shoulders--I say no
+more. Proud? Not she! A simple, unaffected, kind-hearted creature.
+Always the same; I never saw her out of temper in my life; I never
+heard her speak ill of anybody. The man who gets her will be a man to
+be envied, I can tell you!"
+
+"Is she engaged to be married?"
+
+"No. She has had plenty of offers; but she doesn't seem to care for
+anything of that sort--so far. Devotes herself to Mrs. Farnaby, and
+keeps up her school-friendships. A splendid creature, with the vital
+thermometer at temperate heart--a calm, meditative, equable person.
+Pass me the olives. Only think! the man who discovered olives is
+unknown; no statue of him erected in any part of the civilized earth. I
+know few more remarkable instances of human ingratitude."
+
+I risked a bold question--but not on the subject of olives. "Isn't Miss
+Regina's life rather a dull one in this house?"
+
+The doctor cautiously lowered his voice. "It would be dull enough to
+some women. Regina's early life has been a hard one. Her mother was Mr.
+Ronald's eldest daughter. The old brute never forgave her for marrying
+against his wishes. Mrs. Ronald did all she could, secretly, to help
+the young wife in disgrace. But old Ronald had sole command of the
+money, and kept it to himself. From Regina's earliest childhood there
+was always distress at home. Her father harassed by creditors, trying
+one scheme after another, and failing in all; her mother and herself,
+half starved--with their very bedclothes sometimes at the pawnbrokers.
+I attended them in their illnesses, and though they hid their
+wretchedness from everybody else (proud as Lucifer, both of them!),
+they couldn't hide it from me. Fancy the change to this house! I don't
+say that living here in clover is enough for such a person as Regina; I
+only say it has its influence. She is one of those young women, sir,
+who delight in sacrificing themselves to others--she is devoted, for
+instance, to Mrs. Farnaby. I only hope Mrs. Farnaby is worthy of it!
+Not that it matters to Regina. What she does, she does out of her own
+sweetness of disposition. She brightens this household, I can tell you!
+Farnaby did a wise thing, in his own domestic interests, when he
+adopted her as his daughter. She thinks she can never be grateful
+enough to him--the good creature!--though she has repaid him a
+hundredfold. He'll find that out, one of these days, when a husband
+takes her away. Don't suppose that I want to disparage our host--he's
+an old friend of mine; but he's a little too apt to take the good
+things that fall to his lot as if they were nothing but a just
+recognition of his own merits. I have told him that to his face, often
+enough to have a right to say it of him when he doesn't hear me. Do you
+smoke? I wish they would drop their politics, and take to tobacco. I
+say Farnaby! I want a cigar."
+
+This broad hint produced an adjournment to the smoking-room, the doctor
+leading the way. I began to wonder how much longer my introduction to
+Miss Regina was to be delayed. It was not to come until I had seen a
+new side of my host's character, and had found myself promoted to a
+place of my own in Mr. Farnaby's estimation.
+
+As we rose from table one of the guests spoke to me of a visit that he
+had recently paid to the part of Buckinghamshire which I come from. "I
+was shown a remarkably picturesque old house on the heath," he said.
+"They told me it had been inhabited for centuries by the family of the
+Goldenhearts. Are you in any way related to them?" I answered that I
+was very nearly related, having been born in the house--and there, as I
+suppose, the matter ended. Being the youngest man of the party, I
+waited, of course, until the rest of the gentlemen had passed out to
+the smoking-room. Mr. Farnaby and I were left together. To my
+astonishment, he put his arm cordially into mine, and led me out of the
+dining-room with the genial familiarity of an old friend!
+
+"I'll give you such a cigar," he said, "as you can't buy for money in
+all London. You have enjoyed yourself, I hope? Now we know what wine
+you like, you won't have to ask the butler for it next time. Drop in
+any day, and take pot-luck with us." He came to a standstill in the
+hall; his brassy rasping voice assumed a new tone--a sort of parody of
+respect. "Have you been to your family place," he asked, "since your
+return to England?"
+
+He had evidently heard the few words exchanged between his friend and
+myself. It seemed odd that he should take any interest in a place
+belonging to people who were strangers to him. However, his question
+was easily answered. I had only to inform him that my father had sold
+the house when he left England.
+
+"Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that!" he said. "Those old family places
+ought to be kept up. The greatness of England, sir, strikes its roots
+in the old families of England. They may be rich, or they may be
+poor--that don't matter. An old family _is_ an old family; it's sad to
+see their hearths and homes sold to wealthy manufacturers who don't
+know who their own grandfathers were. Would you allow me to ask what is
+the family motto of the Goldenhearts?"
+
+Shall I own the truth? The bottles circulated freely at Mr. Farnaby's
+table--I began to wonder whether he was quite sober. I said I was sorry
+to disappoint him, but I really did not know what my family motto was.
+
+He was unaffectedly shocked. "I think I saw a ring on your finger," he
+said, as soon as he recovered himself. He lifted my left hand in his
+own cold-fishy paw. The one ring I wear is of plain gold; it belonged
+to my father and it has his initials inscribed on the signet.
+
+"Good gracious, you haven't got your coat-of-arms on your seal!" cried
+Mr. Farnaby. "My dear sir, I am old enough to be your father, and I
+must take the freedom of remonstrating with you. Your coat-of-arms and
+your motto are no doubt at the Heralds' Office--why don't you apply for
+them? Shall I go there for you? I will do it with pleasure. You
+shouldn't be careless about these things--you shouldn't indeed."
+
+I listened in speechless astonishment. Was he ironically expressing his
+contempt for old families? We got into the smoking-room at last; and my
+friend the doctor enlightened me privately in a corner. Every word Mr.
+Farnaby had said had been spoken in earnest. This man, who owes his
+rise from the lowest social position entirely to himself--who, judging
+by his own experience, has every reason to despise the poor pride of
+ancestry--actually feels a sincerely servile admiration for the
+accident of birth! "Oh, poor human nature!" as Somebody says. How
+cordially I agree with Somebody!
+
+We went up to the drawing-room; and I was introduced to "the brown
+girl" at last. What impression did she produce on me?
+
+Do you know, Rufus, there is some perverse reluctance in me to go on
+with this inordinately long letter just when I have arrived at the most
+interesting part of it. I can't account for my own state of mind; I
+only know that it is so. The difficulty of describing the young lady
+doesn't perplex me like the difficulty of describing Mrs. Farnaby. I
+can see her now, as vividly as if she was present in the room. I even
+remember (and this is astonishing in a man) the dress that she wore.
+And yet I shrink from writing about her, as if there was something
+wrong in it. Do me a kindness, good friend, and let me send off all
+these sheets of paper, the idle work of an idle morning, just as they
+are. When I write next, I promise to be ashamed of my own capricious
+state of mind, and to paint the portrait of Miss Regina at full length.
+
+In the mean while, don't run away with the idea that she has made a
+disagreeable impression upon me. Good heavens! it is far from that. You
+have had the old doctor's opinion of her. Very well. Multiply this
+opinion by ten--and you have mine.
+
+
+[NOTE:--A strange indorsement appears on this letter, dated several
+months after the period at which it was received:--_"Ah, poor Amelius!
+He had better have gone back to Miss Mellicent, and put up with the
+little drawback of her age. What a bright, lovable fellow he was!
+Goodbye to Goldenheart!"_
+
+These lines are not signed. They are known, however, to be in the
+handwriting of Rufus Dingwell.]
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+I particularly want you to come and lunch with us, dearest Cecilia, the
+day after tomorrow. Don't say to yourself, "The Farnaby's house is
+dull, and Regina is too slow for me," and don't think about the long
+drive for the horses, from your place to London. This letter has an
+interest of its own, my dear--I have got something new for you. What do
+you think of a young man, who is clever and handsome and
+agreeable--and, wonder of wonders, quite unlike any other young
+Englishman you ever saw in your life? You are to meet him at luncheon;
+and you are to get used to his strange name beforehand. For which
+purpose I enclose his card.
+
+He made his first appearance at our house, at dinner yesterday evening.
+
+When he was presented to me at the tea-table, he was not to be put off
+with a bow--he insisted on shaking hands. "Where I have been," he
+explained, "we help a first introduction with a little cordiality." He
+looked into his tea-cup, after he said that, with the air of a man who
+could say something more, if he had a little encouragement. Of course,
+I encouraged him. "I suppose shaking hands is much the same form in
+America that bowing is in England?" I said, as suggestively as I could.
+
+He looked up directly, and shook his head. "We have too many forms in
+this country," he said. "The virtue of hospitality, for instance, seems
+to have become a form in England. In America, when a new acquaintance
+says, 'Come and see me,' he means it. When he says it here, in nine
+cases out of ten he looks unaffectedly astonished if you are fool
+enough to take him at his word. I hate insincerity, Miss Regina--and
+now I have returned to my own country, I find insincerity one of the
+established institutions of English Society. 'Can we do anything for
+you?' Ask them to do something for you--and you will see what it means.
+'Thank you for such a pleasant evening!' Get into the carriage with
+them when they go home--and you will find that it means, 'What a bore!'
+'Ah, Mr. So-and-so, allow me to congratulate you on your new
+appointment.' Mr. So-and-so passes out of hearing--and you discover
+what the congratulations mean. 'Corrupt old brute! he has got the price
+of his vote at the last division.' 'Oh, Mr. Blank, what a charming book
+you have written!' Mr. Blank passes out of hearing--and you ask what
+his book is about. 'To tell you the truth, I haven't read it. Hush!
+he's received at Court; one must say these things.' The other day a
+friend took me to a grand dinner at the Lord Mayor's. I accompanied him
+first to his club; many distinguished guests met there before going to
+the dinner. Heavens, how they spoke of the Lord Mayor! One of them
+didn't know his name, and didn't want to know it; another wasn't
+certain whether he was a tallow-chandler or a button-maker; a third,
+who had met with him somewhere, described him as a damned ass; a fourth
+said, 'Oh, don't be hard on him; he's only a vulgar old Cockney,
+without an _h_ in his whole composition.' A chorus of general agreement
+followed, as the dinner-hour approached: 'What a bore!' I whispered to
+my friend, 'Why do they go?' He answered, 'You see, one must do this
+sort of thing.' And when we got to the Mansion House, they did that
+sort of thing with a vengeance! When the speech-making set in, these
+very men who had been all expressing their profound contempt for the
+Lord Mayor behind his back, now flattered him to his face in such a
+shamelessly servile way, with such a meanly complete insensibility to
+their own baseness, that I did really and literally turn sick. I
+slipped out into the fresh air, and fumigated myself, after the company
+I had kept, with a cigar. No, no! it's useless to excuse these things
+(I could quote dozens of other instances that have come under my own
+observation) by saying that they are trifles. When trifles make
+themselves habits of yours or of mine, they become a part of your
+character or mine. We have an inveterately false and vicious system of
+society in England. If you want to trace one of the causes, look back
+to the little organized insincerities of English life."
+
+Of course you understand, Cecilia, that this was not all said at one
+burst, as I have written it here. Some of it came out in the way of
+answers to my inquiries, and some of it was spoken in the intervals of
+laughing, talking, and tea-drinking. But I want to show you how very
+different this young man is from the young men whom we are in the habit
+of meeting, and so I huddle his talk together in one sample, as Papa
+Farnaby would call it.
+
+My dear, he is decidedly handsome (I mean our delightful Amelius); his
+face has a bright, eager look, indescribably refreshing as a contrast
+to the stolid composure of the ordinary young Englishman. His smile is
+charming; he moves as gracefully--with as little self-consciousness--as
+my Italian greyhound. He has been brought up among the strangest people
+in America; and (would you believe it?) he is actually a Socialist.
+Don't be alarmed. He shocked us all dreadfully by declaring that his
+Socialism was entirely learnt out of the New Testament. I have looked
+at the New Testament, since he mentioned some of his principles to me;
+and, do you know, I declare it is true!
+
+Oh, I forgot--the young Socialist plays and sings! When we asked him to
+go to the piano, he got up and began directly. "I don't do it well
+enough," he said, "to want a great deal of pressing." He sang old
+English songs, with great taste and sweetness. One of the gentlemen of
+our party, evidently disliking him, spoke rather rudely, I thought. "A
+Socialist who sings and plays," he said, "is a harmless Socialist
+indeed. I begin to feel that my balance is safe at my banker's, and
+that London won't be set on fire with petroleum this time." He got his
+answer, I can tell you. "Why should we set London on fire? London takes
+a regular percentage of your income from you, sir, whether you like it
+or not, on sound Socialist principles. You are the man who has got the
+money, and Socialism says:--You must and shall help the man who has got
+none. That is exactly what your own Poor Law says to you, every time
+the collector leaves the paper at your house." Wasn't it clever?--and
+it was doubly severe, because it was good-humouredly said.
+
+Between ourselves, Cecilia, I think he is struck with me. When I walked
+about the room, his bright eyes followed me everywhere. And, when I
+took a chair by somebody else, not feeling it quite right to keep him
+all to myself, he invariably contrived to find a seat on the other side
+of me. His voice, too, had a certain tone, addressed to me, and to no
+other person in the room. Judge for yourself when you come here; but
+don't jump to conclusions, if you please. Oh no--I am not going to fall
+in love with him! It isn't in me to fall in love with anybody. Do you
+remember what the last man whom I refused said of me? "She has a
+machine on the left side of her that pumps blood through her body, but
+she has no heart." I pity the woman who marries _that_ man!
+
+One thing more, my dear. This curious Amelius seems to notice trifles
+which escape men in general, just as _we_ do. Towards the close of the
+evening, poor Mamma Farnaby fell into one of her vacant states; half
+asleep and half awake on the sofa in the back drawing-room. "Your aunt
+interests me," he whispered. "She must have suffered some terrible
+sorrow, at some past time in her life." Fancy a man seeing that! He
+dropped some hints, which showed that he was puzzling his brains to
+discover how I got on with her, and whether I was in her confidence or
+not: he even went the length of asking what sort of life I led with the
+uncle and aunt who have adopted me. My dear, it was done so delicately,
+with such irresistible sympathy and such a charming air of respect,
+that I was quite startled when I remembered, in the wakeful hours of
+the night, how freely I had spoken to him. Not that I have betrayed any
+secrets; for, as you know, I am as ignorant as everybody else of what
+the early troubles of my poor dear aunt may have been. But I did tell
+him how I came into the house a helpless little orphan girl; and how
+generously these two good relatives adopted me; and how happy it made
+me to find that I could really do something to cheer their sad
+childless lives. "I wish I was half as good as you are," he said. "I
+can't understand how you became fond of Mrs. Farnaby. Perhaps it began
+in sympathy and compassion?" Just think of that, from a young
+Englishman! He went on confessing his perplexities, as if we had known
+one another from childhood. "I am a little surprised to see Mrs.
+Farnaby present at parties of this sort; I should have thought she
+would have stayed in her own room." "That's just what she objects to
+do," I answered; "She says people will report that her husband is
+ashamed of her, or that she is not fit to be seen in society, if she
+doesn't appear at the parties--and she is determined not to be
+misrepresented in that way." Can you understand my talking to him with
+so little reserve? It is a specimen, Cecilia, of the odd manner in
+which my impulses carry me away, in this man's company. He is so nice
+and gentle--and yet so manly. I shall be curious to see if you can
+resist him, with your superior firmness and knowledge of the world.
+
+But the strangest incident of all I have not told you yet--feeling some
+hesitation about the best way of describing it, so as to interest you
+in what has deeply interested me. I must tell it as plainly as I can,
+and leave it to speak for itself.
+
+Who do you think has invited Amelius Goldenheart to luncheon? Not Papa
+Farnaby, who only invites him to dinner. Not I, it is needless to say.
+Who is it, then? Mamma Farnaby herself. He has actually so interested
+her that she has been thinking of him, and dreaming of him, in his
+absence!
+
+I heard her last night, poor thing, talking and grinding her teeth in
+her sleep; and I went into her room to try if I could quiet her, in the
+usual way, by putting my cool hand on her forehead, and pressing it
+gently. (The old doctor says it's magnetism, which is ridiculous.)
+Well, it didn't succeed this time; she went on muttering, and making
+that dreadful sound with her teeth. Occasionally a word was spoken
+clearly enough to be intelligible. I could make no connected sense of
+what I heard; but I could positively discover this--that she was
+dreaming of our guest from America!
+
+I said nothing about it, of course, when I went upstairs with her cup
+of tea this morning. What do you think was the first thing she asked
+for? Pen, ink, and paper. Her next request was that I would write Mr.
+Goldenheart's address on an envelope. "Are you going to write to him?"
+I asked. "Yes," she said, "I want to speak to him, while John is out of
+the way at business," "Secrets?" I said, turning it off with a laugh.
+She answered, speaking gravely and earnestly. "Yes; secrets." The
+letter was written, and sent to his hotel, inviting him to lunch with
+us on the first day when he was disengaged. He has replied, appointing
+the day after tomorrow. By way of trying to penetrate the mystery, I
+inquired if she wished me to appear at the luncheon. She considered
+with herself, before she answered that. "I want him to be amused, and
+put in a good humour," she said, "before I speak to him. You must lunch
+with us--and ask Cecilia." She stopped, and considered once more. "Mind
+one thing," she went on. "Your uncle is to know nothing about it. If
+you tell him, I will never speak to you again."
+
+Is this not extraordinary? Whatever her dream may have been, it has
+evidently produced a strong impression on her. I firmly believe she
+means to take him away with her to her own room, when the luncheon is
+over. Dearest Cecilia, you must help me to stop this! I have never been
+trusted with her secrets; they may, for all I know, be innocent secrets
+enough, poor soul! But it is surely in the highest degree undesirable
+that she should take into her confidence a young man who is only an
+acquaintance of ours: she will either make herself ridiculous, or do
+something worse. If Mr. Farnaby finds it out, I really tremble for what
+may happen.
+
+For the sake of old friendship, don't leave me to face this difficulty
+by myself. A line, only one line, dearest, to say that you will not
+fail me.
+
+
+
+BOOK THE THIRD
+
+MRS. FARNABY'S FOOT
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+It is an afternoon concert; and modern German music was largely
+represented on the programme. The patient English people sat in
+closely-packed rows, listening to the pretentious instrumental noises
+which were impudently offered to them as a substitute for melody. While
+these docile victims of the worst of all quackeries (musical quackery)
+were still toiling through their first hour of endurance, a passing
+ripple of interest stirred the stagnant surface of the audience caused
+by the sudden rising of a lady overcome by the heat. She was quickly
+led out of the concert-room (after whispering a word of explanation to
+two young ladies seated at her side) by a gentleman who made a fourth
+member of the party. Left by themselves, the young ladies looked at
+each other, whispered to each other, half rose from their places,
+became confusedly conscious that the wandering attention of the
+audience was fixed on them, and decided at last on following their
+companions out of the hall.
+
+But the lady who had preceded them had some reason of her own for not
+waiting to recover herself in the vestibule. When the gentleman in
+charge of her asked if he should get a glass of water, she answered
+sharply, "Get a cab--and be quick about it."
+
+The cab was found in a moment; the gentleman got in after her, by the
+lady's invitation. "Are you better now?" he asked.
+
+"I have never had anything the matter with me," she replied, quietly;
+"tell the man to drive faster."
+
+Having obeyed his instructions, the gentleman (otherwise Amelius) began
+to look a little puzzled. The lady (Mrs. Farnaby herself) perceived his
+condition of mind, and favoured him with an explanation.
+
+"I had my own motive for asking you to luncheon today," she began, in
+that steady downright way of speaking that was peculiar to her. "I
+wanted to have a word with you privately. My niece Regina--don't be
+surprised at my calling her my niece, when you have heard Mr. Farnaby
+call her his daughter. She _is_ my niece. Adopting her is a mere
+phrase. It doesn't alter facts; it doesn't make her Mr. Farnaby's child
+or mine, does it?"
+
+She had ended with a question, but she seemed to want no answer to it.
+Her face was turned towards the cab-window, instead of towards Amelius.
+He was one of those rare people who are capable of remaining silent
+when they have nothing to say. Mrs. Farnaby went on.
+
+"My niece Regina is a good creature in her way; but she suspects
+people. She has some reason of her own for trying to prevent me from
+taking you into my confidence; and her friend Cecilia is helping her.
+Yes, yes; the concert was the obstacle which they had arranged to put
+in my way. You were obliged to go, after telling them you wanted to
+hear the music; and I couldn't complain, because they had got a fourth
+ticket for me. I made up my mind what to do; and I have done it.
+Nothing wonderful in my being taken ill with the heat; nothing
+wonderful in your doing your duty as a gentleman and looking after
+me--and what is the consequence? Here we are together, on our way to my
+room, in spite of them. Not so bad for a poor helpless creature like
+me, is it?"
+
+Inwardly wondering what it all meant, and what she could possibly want
+with him, Amelius suggested that the young ladies might leave the
+concert-room, and, not finding them in the vestibule, might follow them
+back to the house.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby turned her head from the window, and looked him in the
+face for the first time. "I have been a match for them so far," she
+said; "leave it to me, and you will find I can be a match for them
+still."
+
+After saying this, she watched the puzzled face of Amelius with a
+moment's steady scrutiny. Her full lips relaxed into a faint smile; her
+head sank slowly on her bosom. "I wonder whether he thinks I am a
+little crazy?" she said quietly to herself. "Some women in my place
+would have gone mad years ago. Perhaps it might have been better for
+_me?"_ She looked up again at Amelius. "I believe you are a
+good-tempered fellow," she went on. "Are you in your usual temper now?
+Did you enjoy your lunch? Has the lively company of the young ladies
+put you in a good humour with women generally? I want you to be in a
+particularly good humour with me."
+
+She spoke quite gravely. Amelius, a little to his own astonishment,
+found himself answering gravely on his side; assuring her, in the most
+conventional terms, that he was entirely at her service. Something in
+her manner affected him disagreeably. If he had followed his impulse,
+he would have jumped out of the cab, and have recovered his liberty and
+his light-heartedness at one and the same moment, by running away at
+the top of his speed.
+
+The driver turned into the street in which Mr. Farnaby's house was
+situated. Mrs. Farnaby stopped him, and got out at some little distance
+from the door. "You think the young ones will follow us back," she said
+to Amelius. "It doesn't matter, the servants will have nothing to tell
+them if they do." She checked him in the act of knocking, when they
+reached the house door. "It's tea-time downstairs," she whispered,
+looking at her watch. "You and I are going into the house, without
+letting the servants know anything about it. _Now_ do you understand?"
+
+She produced from her pocket a steel ring, with several keys attached
+to it. "A duplicate of Mr. Farnaby's key," she explained, as she chose
+one, and opened the street door. "Sometimes, when I find myself waking
+in the small hours of the morning, I can't endure my bed; I must go out
+and walk. My key lets me in again, just as it lets us in now, without
+disturbing anybody. You had better say nothing about it to Mr. Farnaby.
+Not that it matters much; for I should refuse to give up my key if he
+asked me. But you're a good-natured fellow--and you don't want to make
+bad blood between man and wife, do you? Step softly, and follow me."
+
+Amelius hesitated. There was something repellent to him in entering
+another man's house under these clandestine conditions. "All right!"
+whispered Mrs. Farnaby, perfectly understanding him. "Consult your
+dignity; go out again, and knock at the door, and ask if I am at home.
+I only wanted to prevent a fuss and an interruption when Regina comes
+back. If the servants don't know we are here, they will tell her we
+haven't returned--don't you see?"
+
+It would have been absurd to contest the matter, after this. Amelius
+followed her submissively to the farther end of the hall. There, she
+opened the door of a long narrow room, built out at the back of the
+house.
+
+"This is my den," she said, signing to Amelius to pass in. "While we
+are here, nobody will disturb us." She laid aside her bonnet and shawl,
+and pointed to a box of cigars on the table. "Take one," she resumed.
+"I smoke too, when nobody sees me. That's one of the reasons, I dare
+say, why Regina wished to keep you out of my room. I find smoking
+composes me. What do _you_ say?"
+
+She lit a cigar, and handed the matches to Amelius. Finding that he
+stood fairly committed to the adventure, he resigned himself to
+circumstances with his customary facility. He too lit a cigar, and took
+a chair by the fire, and looked about him with an impenetrable
+composure worthy of Rufus Dingwell himself.
+
+The room bore no sort of resemblance to a boudoir. A faded old turkey
+carpet was spread on the floor. The common mahogany table had no
+covering; the chintz on the chairs was of a truly venerable age. Some
+of the furniture made the place look like a room occupied by a man.
+Dumb-bells and clubs of the sort used in athletic exercises hung over
+the bare mantelpiece; a large ugly oaken structure with closed doors,
+something between a cabinet and a wardrobe, rose on one side to the
+ceiling; a turning lathe stood against the opposite wall. Above the
+lathe were hung in a row four prints, in dingy old frames of black
+wood, which especially attracted the attention of Amelius. Mostly
+foreign prints, they were all discoloured by time, and they all
+strangely represented different aspects of the same subject--infants
+parted from their parents by desertion or robbery. The young Moses was
+there, in his ark of bulrushes, on the river bank. Good St. Francis
+appeared next, roaming the streets, and rescuing forsaken children in
+the wintry night. A third print showed the foundling hospital of old
+Paris, with the turning cage in the wall, and the bell to ring when the
+infant was placed in it. The next and last subject was the stealing of
+a child from the lap of its slumbering nurse by a gipsy woman. These
+sadly suggestive subjects were the only ornaments on the walls. No
+traces of books or music were visible; no needlework of any sort was to
+be seen; no elegant trifles; no china or flowers or delicate lacework
+or sparkling jewelry--nothing, absolutely nothing, suggestive of a
+woman's presence appeared in any part of Mrs. Farnaby's room.
+
+"I have got several things to say to you," she began; "but one thing
+must be settled first. Give me your sacred word of honour that you will
+not repeat to any mortal creature what I am going to tell you now." She
+reclined in her chair, and drew in a mouthful of smoke and puffed it
+out again, and waited for his reply.
+
+Young and unsuspicious as he was, this unscrupulous method of taking
+his confidence by storm startled Amelius. His natural tact and good
+sense told him plainly that Mrs. Farnaby was asking too much.
+
+"Don't be angry with me, ma'am," he said; "I must remind you that you
+are going to tell me your secrets, without any wish to intrude on them
+on my part--"
+
+She interrupted him there. "What does that matter?" she asked coolly.
+
+Amelius was obstinate; he went on with what he had to say. "I should
+like to know," he proceeded, "that I am doing no wrong to anybody,
+before I give you my promise?"
+
+"You will be doing a kindness to a miserable creature," she answered,
+as quietly as ever; "and you will be doing no wrong to yourself or to
+anybody else, if you promise. That is all I can say. Your cigar is out.
+Take a light."
+
+Amelius took a light, with the dog-like docility of a man in a state of
+blank amazement. She waited, watching him composedly until his cigar
+was in working order again.
+
+"Well?" she asked. "Will you promise now?"
+
+Amelius gave her his promise.
+
+"On your sacred word of honour?" she persisted.
+
+Amelius repeated the formula. She reclined in her chair once more. "I
+want to speak to you as if I was speaking to an old friend," she
+explained. "I suppose I may call you Amelius?"
+
+"Certainly."
+
+"Well, Amelius, I must tell you first that I committed a sin, many long
+years ago. I have suffered the punishment; I am suffering it still.
+Ever since I was a young woman, I have had a heavy burden of misery on
+my heart. I am not reconciled to it, I cannot submit to it, yet. I
+never shall be reconciled to it, I never shall submit to it, if I live
+to be a hundred. Do you wish me to enter into particulars? or will you
+have mercy on me, and be satisfied with what I have told you so far?"
+
+It was not said entreatingly, or tenderly, or humbly: she spoke with a
+savage self-contained resignation in her manner and in her voice.
+Amelius forgot his cigar again--and again she reminded him of it. He
+answered her as his own generous impulsive temperament urged him; he
+said, "Tell me nothing that causes you a moment's pain; tell me only
+how I can help you." She handed him the box of matches; she said, "Your
+cigar is out again."
+
+He laid down his cigar. In his brief span of life he had seen no human
+misery that expressed itself in this way. "Excuse me," he answered; "I
+won't smoke just now."
+
+She laid her cigar aside like Amelius, and crossed her arms over her
+bosom, and looked at him, with the first softening gleam of tenderness
+that he had seen in her face. "My friend," she said, "yours will be a
+sad life--I pity you. The world will wound that sensitive heart of
+yours; the world will trample on that generous nature. One of these
+days, perhaps, you will be a wretch like me. No more of that. Get up; I
+have something to show you."
+
+Rising herself, she led the way to the large oaken press, and took her
+bunch of keys out of her pocket again.
+
+"About this old sorrow of mine," she resumed. "Do me justice, Amelius,
+at the outset. I haven't treated it as some women treat their
+sorrows--I haven't nursed it and petted it and made the most of it to
+myself and to others. No! I have tried every means of relief, every
+possible pursuit that could occupy my mind. One example of what I say
+will do as well as a hundred. See it for yourself."
+
+She put the key in the lock. It resisted her first efforts to open it.
+With a contemptuous burst of impatience and a sudden exertion of her
+rare strength, she tore open the two doors of the press. Behind the
+door on the left appeared a row of open shelves. The opposite
+compartment, behind the door on the right, was filled by drawers with
+brass handles. She shut the left door; angrily banging it to, as if the
+opening of it had disclosed something which she did not wish to be
+seen. By the merest chance, Amelius had looked that way first. In the
+one instant in which it was possible to see anything, he had noticed,
+carefully laid out on one of the shelves, a baby's long linen frock and
+cap, turned yellow by the lapse of time.
+
+The half-told story of the past was more than half told now. The
+treasured relics of the infant threw their little glimmer of light on
+the motive which had chosen the subjects of the prints on the wall. A
+child deserted and lost! A child who, by bare possibility, might be
+living still!
+
+She turned towards Amelius suddenly, "There is nothing to interest you
+on _that_ side," she said. "Look at the drawers here; open them for
+yourself." She drew back as she spoke, and pointed to the uppermost of
+the row of drawers. A narrow slip of paper was pasted on it, bearing
+this inscription:--_"Dead Consolations."_
+
+Amelius opened the drawer; it was full of books. "Look at them," she
+said. Amelius, obeying her, discovered dictionaries, grammars,
+exercises, poems, novels, and histories--all in the German language.
+
+"A foreign language tried as a relief," said Mrs. Farnaby, speaking
+quietly behind him. "Month after month of hard study--all forgotten
+now. The old sorrow came back in spite of it. A dead consolation! Open
+the next drawer."
+
+The next drawer revealed water-colours and drawing materials huddled
+together in a corner, and a heap of poor little conventional landscapes
+filling up the rest of the space. As works of art, they were wretched
+in the last degree; monuments of industry and application miserably and
+completely thrown away.
+
+"I had no talent for that pursuit, as you see," said Mrs. Farnaby. "But
+I persevered with it, week after week, month after month. I thought to
+myself, 'I hate it so, it costs me such dreadful trouble, it so worries
+and persecutes and humiliates me, that _this_ surely must keep my mind
+occupied and my thoughts away from myself!' No; the old sorrow stared
+me in the face again on the paper that I was spoiling, through the
+colours that I couldn't learn to use. Another dead consolation! Shut it
+up."
+
+She herself opened a third and a fourth drawer. In one there appeared a
+copy of Euclid, and a slate with the problems still traced on it; the
+other contained a microscope, and the treatises relating to its use.
+"Always the same effort," she said, shutting the door of the press as
+she spoke; "and always the same result. You have had enough of it, and
+so have I." She turned, and pointed to the lathe in the corner, and to
+the clubs and dumb-bells over the mantelpiece. "I can look at _them_
+patiently," she went on; "they give me bodily relief. I work at the
+lathe till my back aches; I swing the clubs till I'm ready to drop with
+fatigue. And then I lie down on the rug there, and sleep it off, and
+forget myself for an hour or two. Come back to the fire again. You have
+seen my dead consolations; you must hear about my living consolation
+next. In justice to Mr. Farnaby--ah, how I hate him!"
+
+She spoke those last vehement words to herself, but with such intense
+bitterness of contempt that the tones were quite loud enough to be
+heard. Amelius looked furtively towards the door. Was there no hope
+that Regina and her friend might return and interrupt them? After what
+he had seen and heard, could _he_ hope to console Mrs. Farnaby? He
+could only wonder what object she could possibly have in view in taking
+him into her confidence. "Am I always to be in a mess with women?" he
+thought to himself. "First poor Mellicent, and now this one. What
+next?" He lit his cigar again. The brotherhood of smokers, and they
+alone, will understand what a refuge it was to him at that moment.
+
+"Give me a light," said Mrs. Farnaby, recalled to the remembrance of
+her own cigar. "I want to know one thing before I go on. Amelius, I
+watched those bright eyes of yours at luncheon-time. Did they tell me
+the truth? You're not in love with my niece, are you?"
+
+Amelius took his cigar out of his mouth, and looked at her.
+
+"Out with it boldly!" she said.
+
+Amelius let it out, to a certain extent. "I admire her very much," he
+answered.
+
+"Ah," Mrs. Farnaby remarked, "you don't know her as well as I do."
+
+The disdainful indifference of her tone irritated Amelius. He was still
+young enough to believe in the existence of gratitude; and Mrs. Farnaby
+had spoken ungratefully. Besides, he was fond enough of Regina already
+to feel offended when she was referred to slightingly.
+
+"I am surprised to hear what you say of her," he burst out. "She is
+quite devoted to you."
+
+"Oh yes," said Mrs. Farnaby, carelessly. "She is devoted to me, of
+course--she is the living consolation I told you of just now. That was
+Mr. Farnaby's notion in adopting her. Mr. Farnaby thought to himself,
+'Here's a ready-made daughter for my wife--that's all this tiresome
+woman wants to comfort her: now we shall do.' Do you know what I call
+that? I call it reasoning like an idiot. A man may be very clever at
+his business--and may be a contemptible fool in other respects. Another
+woman's child a consolation to _me!_ Pah! it makes me sick to think of
+it. I have one merit, Amelius, I don't cant. It's my duty to take care
+of my sister's child; and I do my duty willingly. Regina's a good sort
+of creature--I don't dispute it. But she's like all those tall darkish
+women: there's no backbone in her, no dash; a kind, feeble,
+goody-goody, sugarish disposition; and a deal of quiet obstinacy at the
+bottom of it, I can tell you. Oh yes, I do her justice; I don't deny
+that she's devoted to me, as you say. But I am making a clean breast of
+it now. And you ought to know, and you shall know, that Mr. Farnaby's
+living consolation is no more a consolation to me than the things you
+have seen in the drawers. There! now we've done with Regina. No:
+there's one thing more to be cleared up. When you say you admire her,
+what do you mean? Do you mean to marry her?"
+
+For once in his life Amelius stood on his dignity. "I have too much
+respect for the young lady to answer your question," he said loftily.
+
+"Because, if you do," Mrs. Farnaby proceeded, "I mean to put every
+possible obstacle in your way. In short, I mean to prevent it."
+
+This plain declaration staggered Amelius. He confessed the truth by
+implication in one word.
+
+"Why?" he asked sharply.
+
+"Wait a little, and recover your temper," she answered.
+
+There was a pause. They sat, on either side of the fireplace, and eyed
+each other attentively.
+
+"Now are you ready?" Mrs. Farnaby resumed. "Here is my reason. If you
+marry Regina, or marry anybody, you will settle down somewhere, and
+lead a dull life."
+
+"Well," said Amelius; "and why not, if I like it?"
+
+"Because I want you to remain a roving bachelor; here today and gone
+tomorrow--travelling all over the world, and seeing everything and
+everybody."
+
+"What good will that do to _you,_ Mrs. Farnaby?"
+
+She rose from her own side of the fireplace, crossed to the side on
+which Amelius was sitting, and, standing before him, placed her hands
+heavily on his shoulders. Her eyes grew radiant with a sudden interest
+and animation as they looked down on him, riveted on his face.
+
+"I am still waiting, my friend, for the living consolation that may yet
+come to me," she said. "And, hear this, Amelius! After all the years
+that have passed, you may be the man who brings it to me."
+
+In the momentary silence that followed, they heard a double knock at
+the house-door.
+
+"Regina!" said Mrs. Farnaby.
+
+As the name passed her lips, she sprang to the door of the room, and
+turned the key in the lock.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+Amelius rose impulsively from his chair.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby turned at the same moment, and signed to him to resume his
+seat. "You have given me your promise," she whispered. "All I ask of
+you is to be silent." She softly drew the key out of the door, and
+showed it to him. "You can't get out," she said, "unless you take the
+key from me by force!"
+
+Whatever Amelius might think of the situation in which he now found
+himself, the one thing that he could honourably do was to say nothing,
+and submit to it. He remained quietly by the fire. No imaginable
+consideration (he mentally resolved) should induce him to consent to a
+second confidential interview in Mrs. Farnaby's room.
+
+The servant opened the house-door. Regina's voice was heard in the
+hall.
+
+"Has my aunt come in?"
+
+"No, miss."
+
+"Have you heard nothing of her?"
+
+"Nothing, miss."
+
+"Has Mr. Goldenheart been here?"
+
+"No, miss."
+
+"Very extraordinary! What can have become of them, Cecilia?"
+
+The voice of the other lady was heard in answer. "We have probably
+missed them, on leaving the concert room. Don't alarm yourself, Regina.
+I must go back, under any circumstances; the carriage will be waiting
+for me. If I see anything of your aunt, I will say that you are
+expecting her at home."
+
+"One moment, Cecilia! (Thomas, you needn't wait.) Is it really true
+that you don't like Mr. Goldenheart?"
+
+"What! has it come to that, already? I'll try to like him, Regina.
+Goodbye again."
+
+The closing of the street door told that the ladies had separated. The
+sound was followed, in another moment, by the opening and closing of
+the dining-room door. Mrs. Farnaby returned to her chair at the
+fireplace.
+
+"Regina has gone into the dining-room to wait for us," she said. "I see
+you don't like your position here; and I won't keep you more than a few
+minutes longer. You are of course at a loss to understand what I was
+saying to you, when the knock at the door interrupted us. Sit down
+again for five minutes; it fidgets me to see you standing there,
+looking at your boots. I told you I had one consolation still possibly
+left. Judge for yourself what the hope of it is to me, when I own to
+you that I should long since have put an end to my life, without it.
+Don't think I am talking nonsense; I mean what I say. It is one of my
+misfortunes that I have no religious scruples to restrain me. There was
+a time when I believed that religion might comfort me. I once opened my
+heart to a clergyman--a worthy person, who did his best to help me. All
+useless! My heart was too hard, I suppose. It doesn't matter--except to
+give you one more proof that I am thoroughly in earnest. Patience!
+patience! I am coming to the point. I asked you some odd questions, on
+the day when you first dined here? You have forgotten all about them,
+of course?"
+
+"I remember them perfectly well," Amelius answered.
+
+"You remember them? That looks as if you had thought about them
+afterwards. Come! tell me plainly what you did think?"
+
+Amelius told her plainly. She became more and more interested, more and
+more excited, as he went on.
+
+"Quite right!" she exclaimed, starting to her feet and walking swiftly
+backwards and forwards in the room. "There _is_ a lost girl whom I want
+to find; and she is between sixteen and seventeen years old, as you
+thought. Mind! I have no reason--not the shadow of a reason--for
+believing that she is still a living creature. I have only my own
+stupid obstinate conviction; rooted here," she pressed both hands
+fiercely on her heart, "so that nothing can tear it out of me! I have
+lived in that belief--Oh, don't ask me how long! it is so far, so
+miserably far, to look back!" She stopped in the middle of the room.
+Her breath came and went in quick heavy gasps; the first tears that had
+softened the hard wretchedness in her eyes rose in them now, and
+transfigured them with the divine beauty of maternal love. "I won't
+distress you," she said, stamping on the floor, as she struggled with
+the hysterical passion that was raging in her. "Give me a minute, and
+I'll force it down again."
+
+She dropped into a chair, threw her arms heavily on the table, and laid
+her head on them. Amelius thought of the child's frock and cap hidden
+in the cabinet. All that was manly and noble in his nature felt for the
+unhappy woman, whose secret was dimly revealed to him now. The little
+selfish sense of annoyance at the awkward situation in which she had
+placed him, vanished to return no more. He approached her, and put his
+hand gently on her shoulder. "I am truly sorry for you," he said. "Tell
+me how I can help you, and I will do it with all my heart."
+
+"Do you really mean that?" She roughly dashed the tears from her eyes,
+and rose as she put the question. Holding him with one hand, she parted
+the hair back from his forehead with the other. "I must see your whole
+face," she said--"your face will tell me. Yes: you do mean it. The
+world hasn't spoilt you, yet. Do you believe in dreams?"
+
+Amelius looked at her, startled by the sudden transition. She
+deliberately repeated her question.
+
+"I ask you seriously," she said; "do you believe in dreams?"
+
+Amelius answered seriously, on his side, "I can't honestly say that I
+do."
+
+"Ah!" she exclaimed, "like me. I don't believe in dreams, either--I
+wish I did! But it's not in me to believe in superstitions; I'm too
+hard--and I'm sorry for it. I have seen people who were comforted by
+their superstitions; happy people, possessed of faith. Don't you even
+believe that dreams are sometimes fulfilled by chance?"
+
+"Nobody can deny that," Amelius replied; "the instances of it are too
+many. But for one dream fulfilled by a coincidence, there are--"
+
+"A hundred at least that are _not_ fulfilled," Mrs. Farnaby interposed.
+"Very well. I calculate on that. See how little hope can live on! There
+is just the barest possibility that what I dreamed of you the other
+night may come to pass. It's a poor chance; but it has encouraged me to
+take you into my confidence, and ask you to help me."
+
+This strange confession--this sad revelation of despair still
+unconsciously deceiving itself under the disguise of hope--only
+strengthened the compassionate sympathy which Amelius already felt for
+her. "What did you dream about me?" he asked gently.
+
+"It's nothing to tell," she replied. "I was in a room that was quite
+strange to me; and the door opened, and you came in leading a young
+girl by the hand. You said, 'Be happy at last; here she is.' My heart
+knew her instantly, though my eyes had never seen her since the first
+days of her life. And I woke myself, crying for joy. Wait! it's not all
+told yet. I went to sleep again, and dreamed it again, and woke, and
+lay awake for awhile, and slept once more, and dreamed it for the third
+time. Ah, if I could only feel some people's confidence in three times!
+No; it produced an impression on me--and that was all. I got as far as
+thinking to myself, there is just a chance; I haven't a creature in the
+world to help me; I may as well speak to him. O, you needn't remind me
+that there is a rational explanation of my dream. I have read it all
+up, in the Encyclopaedia in the library. One of the ideas of wise men
+is that we think of something, consciously or unconsciously, in the
+daytime, and then reproduce it in a dream. That's my case, I daresay.
+When you were first introduced to me, and when I heard where you had
+been brought up, I thought directly that _she_ might have been one
+among the many forlorn creatures who had drifted to your Community, and
+that I might find her through you. Say that thought went to my bed with
+me--and we have the explanation of my dream. Never mind! There is my
+one poor chance in a hundred still left. You will remember me, Amelius,
+if you _should_ meet with her, won't you?"
+
+The implied confession of her own intractable character, without
+religious faith to ennoble it, without even imagination to refine
+it--the unconscious disclosure of the one tender and loving instinct in
+her nature still piteously struggling for existence, with no sympathy
+to sustain it, with no light to guide it--would have touched the heart
+of any man not incurably depraved. Amelius spoke with the fervour of
+his young enthusiasm. "I would go to the uttermost ends of the earth,
+if I thought I could do you any good. But, oh, it sounds so hopeless!"
+
+She shook her head, and smiled faintly.
+
+"Don't say that! You are free, you have money, you will travel about in
+the world and amuse yourself. In a week you will see more than
+stay-at-home people see in a year. How do we know what the future has
+in store for us? I have my own idea. She may be lost in the labyrinth
+of London, or she may be hundreds of thousands of miles away. Amuse
+yourself, Amelius--amuse yourself. Tomorrow or ten years hence, you
+might meet with her!"
+
+In sheer mercy to the poor creature, Amelius refused to encourage her
+delusion. "Even supposing such a thing could happen," he objected, "how
+am I to know the lost girl? You can't describe her to me; you have not
+seen her since she was a child. Do you know anything of what happened
+at the time--I mean at the time when she was lost?"
+
+"I know nothing."
+
+"Absolutely nothing?"
+
+"Absolutely nothing."
+
+"Have you never felt a suspicion of how it happened?"
+
+Her face changed: she frowned as she looked at him. "Not till weeks and
+months had passed," she said, "not till it was too late. I was ill at
+the time. When my mind got clear again, I began to suspect one
+particular person--little by little, you know; noticing trifles, and
+thinking about them afterwards." She stopped, evidently restraining
+herself on the point of saying more.
+
+Amelius tried to lead her on. "Did you suspect the person--?" he began.
+
+"I suspected him of casting the child helpless on the world!" Mrs.
+Farnaby interposed, with a sudden burst of fury. "Don't ask me any more
+about it, or I shall break out and shock you!" She clenched her fists
+as she said the words. "It's well for that man," she muttered between
+her teeth, "that I have never got beyond suspecting, and never found
+out the truth! Why did you turn my mind that way? You shouldn't have
+done it. Help me back again to what we were saying a minute ago. You
+made some objection; you said--?"
+
+"I said," Amelius reminded her, "that, even if I did meet with the
+missing girl, I couldn't possibly know it. And I must say more than
+that--I don't see how you yourself could be sure of recognizing her, if
+she stood before you at this moment."
+
+He spoke very gently, fearing to irritate her. She showed no sign of
+irritation--she looked at him, and listened to him, attentively.
+
+"Are you setting a trap for me?" she asked. "No!" she cried, before
+Amelius could answer, "I am not mean enough to distrust you--I forgot
+myself. You have innocently said something that rankles in my mind. I
+can't leave it where you have left it; I don't like to be told that I
+shouldn't recognize her. Give me time to think. I must clear this up."
+
+She consulted her own thoughts, keeping her eyes fixed on Amelius.
+
+"I am going to speak plainly," she announced, with a sudden appearance
+of resolution. "Listen to this. When I banged to the door of that big
+cupboard of mine, it was because I didn't want you to see something on
+the shelves. Did you see anything in spite of me?"
+
+The question was not an easy one to answer. Amelius hesitated. Mrs.
+Farnaby insisted on a reply.
+
+"Did you see anything?" she reiterated
+
+Amelius owned that he had seen something.
+
+She turned away from him, and looked into the fire. Her firm full tones
+sank so low, when she spoke next, that he could barely hear them.
+
+"Was it something belonging to a child?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Was it a baby's frock and cap? Answer me. We have gone too far to go
+back. I don't want apologies or explanations--I want, Yes or No."
+
+"Yes."
+
+There was an interval of silence. She never moved; she still looked
+into fire--looked, as if all her past life was pictured there in the
+burning coals.
+
+"Do you despise me?" she asked at last, very quietly.
+
+"As God hears me, I am only sorry for you!" Amelius answered.
+
+Another woman would have melted into tears. This woman still looked
+into the fire--and that was all. "What a good fellow!" she said to
+herself, "what a good fellow he is!"
+
+There was another pause. She turned towards him again as abruptly as
+she had turned away.
+
+"I had hoped to spare you, and to spare myself," she said. "If the
+miserable truth has come out, it is through no curiosity of yours, and
+(God knows!) against every wish of mine. I don't know if you really
+felt like a friend towards me before--you must be my friend now. Don't
+speak! I know I can trust you. One last word, Amelius, about my lost
+child. You doubt whether I should recognize her, if she stood before me
+now. That might be quite true, if I had only my own poor hopes and
+anxieties to guide me. But I have something else to guide me--and,
+after what has passed between us, you may as well know what it is: it
+might even, by accident, guide you. Don't alarm yourself; it's nothing
+distressing this time. How can I explain it?" she went on; pausing, and
+speaking in some perplexity to herself. "It would be easier to show
+it--and why not?" She addressed herself to Amelius once more. "I'm a
+strange creature," she resumed. "First, I worry you about my own
+affairs--then I puzzle you--then I make you sorry for me--and now
+(would you think it?) I am going to amuse you! Amelius, are you an
+admirer of pretty feet?"
+
+Amelius had heard of men (in books) who had found reason to doubt
+whether their own ears were not deceiving them. For the first time, he
+began to understand those men, and to sympathize with them. He
+admitted, in a certain bewildered way, that he was an admirer of pretty
+feet--and waited for what was to come next.
+
+"When a woman has a pretty hand," Mrs. Farnaby proceeded; "she is ready
+enough to show it. When she goes out to a ball, she favours you with a
+view of her bosom, and a part of her back. Now tell me! If there is no
+impropriety in a naked bosom--where is the impropriety in a naked
+foot?"
+
+Amelius agreed, like a man in a dream.
+
+"Where, indeed!" he remarked--and waited again for what was to come
+next.
+
+"Look out of the window," said Mrs. Farnaby.
+
+Amelius obeyed. The window had been opened for a few inches at the top,
+no doubt to ventilate the room. The dull view of the courtyard was
+varied by the stables at the farther end, and by the kitchen skylight
+rising in the middle of the open space. As Amelius looked out, he
+observed that some person at that moment in the kitchen required
+apparently a large supply of fresh air. The swinging window, on the
+side of the skylight which was nearest to him, was invisibly and
+noiselessly pulled open from below; the similar window, on the other
+side, being already wide open also. Judging by appearance, the
+inhabitants of the kitchen possessed a merit which is exceedingly rare
+among domestic servants--they understood the laws of ventilation, and
+appreciated the blessing of fresh air.
+
+"That will do," said Mrs. Farnaby. "You can turn round now."
+
+Amelius turned. Mrs. Farnaby's boots and stockings were on the
+hearthrug, and one of Mrs. Farnaby's feet was placed, ready for
+inspection, on the chair which he had just left. "Look at my right foot
+first," she said, speaking gravely and composedly in her ordinary tone.
+
+It was well worth looking at--a foot equally beautiful in form and in
+colour: the instep arched and high, the ankle at once delicate and
+strong, the toes tinged with rose-colour at the tips. In brief, it was
+a foot to be photographed, to be cast in plaster, to be fondled and
+kissed. Amelius attempted to express his admiration, but was not
+allowed to get beyond the first two or three words. "No," Mrs. Farnaby
+explained, "this is not vanity--simply information. You have seen my
+right foot; and you have noticed that there is nothing the matter with
+it. Very well. Now look at my left foot."
+
+She put her left foot up on the chair. "Look between the third toe and
+the fourth," she said.
+
+Following his instructions, Amelius discovered that the beauty of the
+foot was spoilt, in this case, by a singular defect. The two toes were
+bound together by a flexible web, or membrane, which held them to each
+other as high as the insertion of the nail on either side.
+
+"Do you wonder," Mrs. Farnaby asked, "why I show you the fault in my
+foot? Amelius! my poor darling was born with my deformity--and I want
+you to know exactly what it is, because neither you nor I can say what
+reason for remembering it there may not be in the future." She stopped,
+as if to give him an opportunity of speaking. A man shallow and
+flippant by nature might have seen the disclosure in a grotesque
+aspect. Amelius was sad and silent. "I like you better and better," she
+went on. "You are not like the common run of men. Nine out of ten of
+them would have turned what I have just told you into a joke--nine out
+of ten would have said, 'Am I to ask every girl I meet to show me her
+left foot?' You are above that; you understand me. Have I no means of
+recognizing my own child, now?"
+
+She smiled, and took her foot off the chair--then, after a moment's
+thought, she pointed to it again.
+
+"Keep this as strictly secret as you keep everything else," she said.
+"In the past days, when I used to employ people privately to help me to
+find her, it was my only defence against being imposed upon. Rogues and
+vagabonds thought of other marks and signs--but not one of them could
+guess at such a mark as that. Have you got your pocket-book, Amelius?
+In case we are separated at some later time, I want to write the name
+and address in it of a person whom we can trust. I persist, you see, in
+providing for the future. There's the one chance in a hundred that my
+dream may come true--and you have so many years before you, and so many
+girls to meet with in that time!"
+
+She handed back the pocket-book, which Amelius had given to her, after
+having inscribed a man's name and address on one of the blank leaves.
+
+"He was my father's lawyer," she explained; "and he and his son are
+both men to be trusted. Suppose I am ill, for instance--no, that's
+absurd; I never had a day's illness in my life. Suppose I am dead
+(killed perhaps by some accident, or perhaps by my own hand), the
+lawyers have my written instructions, in the case of my child being
+found. Then again--I am such an unaccountable woman--I may go away
+somewhere, all by myself. Never mind! The lawyers shall have my
+address, and my positive orders (though they keep it a secret from all
+the world besides) to tell it to you. I don't ask your pardon, Amelius,
+for troubling you. The chances are so terribly against me; it is all
+but impossible that I shall ever see you--as I saw you in my
+dream--coming into the room, leading my girl by the hand. Odd, isn't
+it? This is how I veer about between hope and despair. Well, it may
+amuse you to remember it, one of these days. Years hence, when I am at
+rest in mother earth, and when you are a middle aged married man, you
+may tell your wife how strangely you once became the forlorn hope of
+the most wretched woman that ever lived--and you may say to each other,
+as you sit by your snug fireside, 'Perhaps that poor lost daughter is
+still living somewhere, and wondering who her mother was.' No! I won't
+let you see the tears in my eyes again--I'll let you go at last."
+
+She led the way to the door--a creature to be pitied, if ever there was
+a pitiable creature yet: a woman whose whole nature was maternal, who
+was nothing if not a mother; and who had lived through sixteen years of
+barren life, in the hopeless anticipation of recovering her lost child!
+
+"Goodbye, and thank you," she said. "I want to be left by myself, my
+dear, with that little frock and cap which you found out in spite of
+me. Go, and tell my niece it's all right--and don't be stupid enough to
+fall in love with a girl who has no love to give you in return." She
+pushed Amelius into the hall. "Here he is, Regina!" she called out; "I
+have done with him."
+
+Before Amelius could speak, she had shut herself into her room. He
+advanced along the hall, and met Regina at the door of the dining-room.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+The young lady spoke first.
+
+"Mr. Goldenheart," she said, with the coldest possible politeness,
+"perhaps you will be good enough to explain what this means?"
+
+She turned back into the dining-room. Amelius followed her in silence.
+"Here I am, in another scrape with a woman!" he thought to himself.
+"Are men in general as unlucky as I am, I wonder?"
+
+"You needn't close the door," said Regina maliciously. "Everybody in
+the house is welcome to hear what _I_ have to say to you."
+
+Amelius made a mistake at the outset--he tried what a little humility
+would do to help him. There is probably no instance on record in which
+humility on the part of a man has ever really found its way to the
+indulgence of an irritated woman. The best and the worst of them alike
+have at least one virtue in common--they secretly despise a man who is
+not bold enough to defend himself when they are angry with him.
+
+"I hope I have not offended you?" Amelius ventured to say.
+
+She tossed her head contemptuously. "Oh dear, no! I am not offended.
+Only a little surprised at your being so very ready to oblige my aunt."
+
+In the short experience of her which had fallen to the lot of Amelius,
+she had never looked so charmingly as she looked now. The nervous
+irritability under which she was suffering brightened her face with the
+animation which was wanting in it at ordinary times. Her soft brown
+eyes sparkled; her smooth dusky cheeks glowed with a warm red flush;
+her tall supple figure asserted its full dignity, robed in a superb
+dress of silken purple and black lace, which set off her personal
+attractions to the utmost advantage. She not only roused the admiration
+of Amelius--she unconsciously gave him back the self-possession which
+he had, for the moment, completely lost. He was man enough to feel the
+humiliation of being despised by the one woman in the world whose love
+he longed to win; and he answered with a sudden firmness of tone and
+look that startled her.
+
+"You had better speak more plainly still, Miss Regina," he said. "You
+may as well blame me at once for the misfortune of being a man."
+
+She drew back a step. "I don't understand you," she answered.
+
+"Do I owe no forbearance to a woman who asks a favour of me?" Amelius
+went on. "If a man had asked me to steal into the house on tiptoe, I
+should have said--well! I should have said something I had better not
+repeat. If a man had stood between me and the door when you came back,
+I should have taken him by the collar and pulled him out of my way.
+Could I do that, if you please, with Mrs. Farnaby?"
+
+Regina saw the weak point of this defence with a woman's quickness of
+perception. "I can't offer any opinion," she said; "especially when you
+lay all the blame on my aunt."
+
+Amelius opened his lips to protest--and thought better of it. He wisely
+went straight on with what he had still to say.
+
+"If you will let me finish," he resumed, "you will understand me a
+little better than that. Whatever blame there may be, Miss Regina, I am
+quite ready to take on myself. I merely wanted to remind you that I was
+put in an awkward position, and that I couldn't civilly find a way out
+of it. As for your aunt, I will only say this: I know of hardly any
+sacrifice that I would not submit to, if I could be of the smallest
+service to her. After what I heard, while I was in her room--"
+
+Regina interrupted him at that point. "I suppose it's a secret between
+you?" she said.
+
+"Yes; it's a secret," Amelius proceeded, "as you say. But one thing I
+may tell you, without breaking my promise. Mrs. Farnaby has--well! has
+filled me with kindly feeling towards her. She has a claim, poor soul,
+to my truest sympathy. And I shall remember her claim. And I shall be
+faithful to what I feel towards her as long as I live!"
+
+It was not very elegantly expressed; but the tone was the tone of true
+feeling in his voice trembled, his colour rose. He stood before her,
+speaking with perfect simplicity straight from his heart--and the
+woman's heart felt it instantly. This was the man whose ridicule she
+had dreaded, if her aunt's rash confidence struck him in an absurd
+light! She sat down in silence, with a grave sad face, reproaching
+herself for the wrong which her too ready distrust had inflicted on
+him; longing to ask his pardon, and yet hesitating to say the simple
+words.
+
+He approached her chair, and, placing his hand on the back of it, said
+gently, "do you think a little better of me now?"
+
+She had taken off her gloves: she silently folded and refolded them in
+her lap.
+
+"Your good opinion is very precious to me," Amelius pleaded, bending a
+little nearer to her. "I can't tell you how sorry I should be--" He
+stopped, and put it more strongly. "I shall never have courage enough
+to enter the house again, if I have made you think meanly of me."
+
+A woman who cared nothing for him would have easily answered this. The
+calm heart of Regina began to flutter: something warned her not to
+trust herself to speak. Little as he suspected it, Amelius had troubled
+the tranquil temperament of this woman. He had found his way to those
+secret reserves of tenderness--placid and deep--of which she was hardly
+conscious herself, until his influence had enlightened her. She was
+afraid to look up at him; her eyes would have told him the truth. She
+lifted her long, finely shaped, dusky hand, and offered it to him as
+the best answer that she could make.
+
+Amelius took it, looked at it, and ventured on his first familiarity
+with her--he kissed it. She only said, "Don't!" very faintly.
+
+"The Queen would let me kiss her hand if I went to Court," Amelius
+reminded her, with a pleasant inner conviction of his wonderful
+readiness at finding an excuse.
+
+She smiled in spite of herself. "Would the Queen let you hold it?" she
+asked, gently releasing her hand, and looking at him as she drew it
+away. The peace was made without another word of explanation. Amelius
+took a chair at her side. "I'm quite happy now you have forgiven me,"
+he said. "You don't know how I admire you--and how anxious I am to
+please you, if I only knew how!"
+
+He drew his chair a little nearer; his eyes told her plainly that his
+language would soon become warmer still, if she gave him the smallest
+encouragement. This was one reason for changing the subject. But there
+was another reason, more cogent still. Her first painful sense of
+having treated him unjustly had ceased to make itself keenly felt; the
+lower emotions had their opportunity of asserting themselves.
+Curiosity, irresistible curiosity, took possession of her mind, and
+urged her to penetrate the mystery of the interview between Amelius and
+her aunt.
+
+"Will you think me very indiscreet," she began slyly, "if I made a
+little confession to you?"
+
+Amelius was only too eager to hear the confession: it would pave the
+way for something of the same sort on his part.
+
+"I understand my aunt making the heat in the concert-room a pretence
+for taking you away with her," Regina proceeded; "but what astonishes
+me is that she should have admitted you to her confidence after so
+short an acquaintance. You are still--what shall I say?--you are still
+a new friend of ours."
+
+"How long will it be before I become an old friend?" Amelius asked. "I
+mean," he added, with artful emphasis, "an old friend of _yours?"_
+
+Confused by the question, Regina passed it over without notice. "I am
+Mrs. Farnaby's adopted daughter," she resumed. "I have been with her
+since I was a little girl--and yet she has never told me any of her
+secrets. Pray don't suppose that I am tempting you to break faith with
+my aunt! I am quite incapable of such conduct as that."
+
+Amelius saw his way to a thoroughly commonplace compliment which
+possessed the charm of complete novelty so far as his experience was
+concerned. He would actually have told her that she was incapable of
+doing anything which was not perfectly becoming to a charming person,
+if she had only given him time! She was too eager in the pursuit of her
+own object to give him time. "I _should_ like to know," she went on,
+"whether my aunt has been influenced in any way by a dream that she had
+about you."
+
+Amelius started. "Has she told you of her dream?" he asked, with some
+appearance of alarm.
+
+Regina blushed and hesitated, "My room is next to my aunt's," she
+explained. "We keep the door between us open. I am often in and out
+when she is disturbed in her sleep. She was talking in her sleep, and I
+heard your name--nothing more. Perhaps I ought not to have mentioned
+it? Perhaps I ought not to expect you to answer me?"
+
+"There is no harm in my answering you," said Amelius. "The dream really
+had something to do with her trusting me. You may not think quite so
+unfavourably of her conduct now you know that."
+
+"It doesn't matter what I think," Regina replied constrainedly. "If my
+aunt's secrets have interested you--what right have I to object? I am
+sure I shall say nothing. Though I am not in my aunt's confidence, nor
+in your confidence, you will find I can keep a secret."
+
+She folded up her gloves for the twentieth time at least, and gave
+Amelius his opportunity of retiring by rising from her chair. He made a
+last effort to recover the ground that he had lost, without betraying
+Mrs. Farnaby's trust in him.
+
+"I am sure you can keep a secret," he said. "I should like to give you
+one of my secrets to keep--only I mustn't take the liberty, I suppose,
+just yet?"
+
+She new perfectly well what he wanted to say. Her heart began to
+quicken its beat; she was at a loss how to answer. After an awkward
+silence, she made an attempt to dismiss him. "Don't let me detain you,"
+she said, "if you have any engagement."
+
+Amelius silently looked round him for his hat. On a table behind him a
+monthly magazine lay open, exhibiting one of those melancholy modern
+"illustrations" which present the English art of our day in its laziest
+and lowest state of degradation. A vacuous young giant, in flowing
+trousers, stood in a garden, and stared at a plump young giantess with
+enormous eyes and rotund hips, vacantly boring holes in the grass with
+the point of her parasol. Perfectly incapable of explaining itself,
+this imbecile production put its trust in the printer, whose charitable
+types helped it, at the bottom of the page, with the title of "Love at
+First Sight." On those remarkable words Amelius seized, with the
+desperation of the drowning man, catching at the proverbial straw. They
+offered him a chance of pleading his cause, this time, with a happy
+indirectness of allusion at which not even a young lady's
+susceptibility could take offence.
+
+"Do you believe in that?" he said, pointing to the illustration.
+
+Regina declined to understand him. "In what?" she asked.
+
+"In love at first sight."
+
+It would be speaking with inexcusable rudeness to say plainly that she
+told him a lie. Let the milder form of expression be, that she modestly
+concealed the truth. "I don't know anything about it," she said.
+
+_"I_ do," Amelius remarked smartly.
+
+She persisted in looking at the illustration. Was there an infection of
+imbecility in that fatal work? She was too simple to understand him,
+even yet! "You do--what?" she inquired innocently.
+
+"I know what love at first sight is," Amelius burst out.
+
+Regina turned over the leaves of the magazine. "Ah," she said, "you
+have read the story."
+
+"I haven't read the story," Amelius answered. "I know what I felt
+myself--on being introduced to a young lady."
+
+She looked up at him with a sly smile. "A young lady in America?" she
+asked.
+
+"In England, Miss Regina." He tried to take her hand--but she kept it
+out of his reach. "In London," he went on, drifting back into his
+customary plainness of speech. "In this very street," he resumed,
+seizing her hand before she was aware of him. Too much bewildered to
+know what else to do, Regina took refuge desperately in shaking hands
+with him. "Goodbye, Mr. Goldenheart," she said--and gave him his
+dismissal for the second time.
+
+Amelius submitted to his fate; there was something in her eyes which
+warned him that he had ventured far enough for that day.
+
+"May I call again, soon?" he asked piteously.
+
+"No!" answered a voice at the door which they both recognized--the
+voice of Mrs. Farnaby.
+
+"Yes!" Regina whispered to him, as her aunt entered the room. Mrs.
+Farnaby's interference, following on the earlier events of the day, had
+touched the young lady's usually placable temper in a tender place--and
+Amelius reaped the benefit of it.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby walked straight up to him, put her hand in his arm, and
+led him out into the hall.
+
+"I had my suspicions," she said; "and I find they have not misled me.
+Twice already, I have warned you to let my niece alone. For the third,
+and last time, I tell you that she is as cold as ice. She will trifle
+with you as long as it flatters her vanity; and she will throw you
+over, as she has thrown other men over. Have your fling, you foolish
+fellow, before you marry anybody. Pay no more visits to this house,
+unless they are visits to me. I shall expect to hear from you." She
+paused, and pointed to a statue which was one of the ornaments in the
+hall. "Look at that bronze woman with the clock in her hand. That's
+Regina. Be off with you--goodbye!"
+
+Amelius found himself in the street. Regina was looking out at the
+dining-room window. He kissed his hand to her: she smiled and bowed.
+"Damn the other men!" Amelius said to himself. "I'll call on her
+tomorrow."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+Returning to his hotel, he found three letters waiting for him on the
+sitting-room table.
+
+The first letter that he opened was from his landlord, and contained
+his bill for the past week. As he looked at the sum total, Amelius
+presented to perfection the aspect of a serious young man. He took pen,
+ink, and paper, and made some elaborate calculations. Money that he had
+too generously lent, or too freely given away, appeared in his
+statement of expenses, as well as money that he had spent on himself.
+The result may be plainly stated in his own words: "Goodbye to the
+hotel; I must go into lodgings."
+
+Having arrived at this wise decision, he opened the second letter. It
+proved to be written by the lawyers who had already communicated with
+him at Tadmor, on the subject of his inheritance.
+
+
+"DEAR SIR,
+
+"The enclosed, insufficiently addressed as you will perceive, only
+reached us this day. We beg to remain, etc."
+
+
+Amelius opened the letter enclosed, and turned to the signature for
+information. The name instantly took him back to the Community: the
+writer was Mellicent.
+
+Her letter began abruptly, in these terms:
+
+"Do you remember what I said to you when we parted at Tadmor? I said,
+'Be comforted, Amelius, the end is not yet.' And I said again, 'You
+will come back to me.'
+
+"I remind you of this, my friend--directing to your lawyers, whose
+names I remember when their letter to you was publicly read in the
+Common Room. Once or twice a year I shall continue to remind you of
+those parting words of mine: there will be a time perhaps when you will
+thank me for doing so.
+
+"In the mean while, light your pipe with my letters; my letters don't
+matter. If I can comfort you, and reconcile you to your life--years
+hence, when you, too, my Amelius, may be one of the Fallen Leaves like
+me--then I shall not have lived and suffered in vain; my last days on
+earth will be the happiest days that I have ever seen.
+
+"Be pleased not to answer these lines, or any other written words of
+mine that may follow, so long as you are prosperous and happy. With
+_that_ part of your life I have nothing to do. You will find friends
+wherever you go--among the women especially. Your generous nature shows
+itself frankly in your face; your manly gentleness and sweetness speak
+in every tone of your voice; we poor women feel drawn towards you by an
+attraction which we are not able to resist. Have you fallen in love
+already with some beautiful English girl? Oh, be careful and prudent!
+Be sure, before you set your heart on her, that she is worthy of you!
+So many women are cruel and deceitful. Some of them will make you
+believe you have won their love, when you have only flattered their
+vanity; and some are poor weak creatures whose minds are set on their
+own interests, and who may let bad advisers guide them, when you are
+not by. For your own sake, take care!
+
+"I am living with my sister, at New York. The days and weeks glide by
+me quietly; you are in my thoughts and my prayers; I have nothing to
+complain of; I wait and hope. When the time of my banishment from the
+Community has expired, I shall go back to Tadmor; and there you will
+find me, Amelius, the first to welcome you when your spirits are
+sinking under the burden of life, and your heart turns again to the
+friends of your early days.
+
+"Goodbye, my dear--goodbye!"
+
+
+Amelius laid the letter aside, touched and saddened by the artless
+devotion to him which it expressed. He was conscious also of a feeling
+of uneasy surprise, when he read the lines which referred to his
+possible entanglement with some beautiful English girl. Here, with
+widely different motives, was Mrs. Farnaby's warning repeated, by a
+stranger writing from another quarter of the globe! It was an odd
+coincidence, to say the least of it. After thinking for a while, he
+turned abruptly to the third letter that was waiting for him. He was
+not at ease; his mind felt the need of relief.
+
+The third letter was from Rufus Dingwell; announcing the close of his
+tour in Ireland, and his intention of shortly joining Amelius in
+London. The excellent American expressed, with his customary absence of
+reserve, his fervent admiration of Irish hospitality, Irish beauty, and
+Irish whisky. "Green Erin wants but one thing more," Rufus predicted,
+"to be a Paradise on earth--it wants the day to come when we shall send
+an American minister to the Irish Republic." Laughing over this quaint
+outbreak, Amelius turned from the first page to the second. As his eyes
+fell on the next paragraph, a sudden change passed over him; he let the
+letter drop on the floor.
+
+"One last word," the American wrote, "about that nice long bright
+letter of yours. I have read it with strict attention, and thought over
+it considerably afterwards. Don't be riled, friend Amelius, if I tell
+you in plain words, that your account of the Farnabys doesn't make me
+happy--quite the contrary, I do assure you. My back is set up, sir,
+against that family. You will do well to drop them; and, above all
+things, mind what you are about with the brown miss, who has found her
+way to your favourable opinion in such an almighty hurry. Do me a
+favour, my good boy. Just wait till I have seen her, will you?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby, Mellicent, Rufus--all three strangers to each other; and
+all three agreed nevertheless in trying to part him from the beautiful
+young Englishwoman! "I don't care," Amelius thought to himself "They
+may say what they please--I'll marry Regina, if she will have me!"
+
+
+
+BOOK THE FOURTH
+
+LOVE AND MONEY
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+In an interval of no more than three weeks what events may not present
+themselves? what changes may not take place? Behold Amelius, on the
+first drizzling day of November, established in respectable lodgings,
+at a moderate weekly rent. He stands before his small fireside, and
+warms his back with an Englishman's severe sense of enjoyment. The
+cheap looking-glass on the mantelpiece reflects the head and shoulders
+of a new Amelius. His habits are changed; his social position is in
+course of development. Already, he is a strict economist. Before long,
+he expects to become a married man.
+
+It is good to be economical: it is, perhaps, better still to be the
+accepted husband of a handsome young woman. But, for all that, a man in
+a state of moral improvement, with prospects which his less favoured
+fellow creatures may reasonably envy, is still a man subject to the
+mischievous mercy of circumstances, and capable of feeling it keenly.
+The face of the new Amelius wore an expression of anxiety, and, more
+remarkable yet, the temper of the new Amelius was out of order.
+
+For the first time in his life he found himself considering trivial
+questions of sixpences, and small favours of discount for cash
+payments--an irritating state of things in itself. There were more
+serious anxieties, however, to trouble him than these. He had no reason
+to complain of the beloved object herself. Not twelve hours since he
+had said to Regina, with a voice that faltered, and a heart that beat
+wildly, "Are you fond enough of me to let me marry you?" And she had
+answered placidly, with a heart that would have satisfied the most
+exacting stethoscope in the medical profession, "Yes, if you like."
+There was a moment of rapture, when she submitted for the first time to
+be kissed, and when she consented, on being gently reminded that it was
+expected of her, to return the kiss--once, and no more. But there was
+also an attendant train of serious considerations which followed on the
+heels of Amelius when the kissing was over, and when he had said
+goodbye for the day.
+
+He had two women for enemies, both resolutely against him in the matter
+of his marriage.
+
+Regina's correspondent and bosom friend, Cecilia, who had begun by
+disliking him, without knowing why, persisted in maintaining her
+unfavourable opinion of the new friend of the Farnabys. She was a young
+married woman; and she had an influence over Regina which promised,
+when the fit opportunity came, to make itself felt. The second, and by
+far the more powerful hostile influence, was the influence of Mrs.
+Farnaby. Nothing could exceed the half sisterly, half motherly,
+goodwill with which she received Amelius on those rare occasions when
+they happened to meet, unembarrassed by the presence of a third person
+in the room. Without actually reverting to what had passed between them
+during their memorable interview, Mrs. Farnaby asked questions, plainly
+showing that the forlorn hope which she associated with Amelius was a
+hope still firmly rooted in her mind. "Have you been much about London
+lately?" "Have you met with any girls who have taken your fancy?" "Are
+you getting tired of staying in the same place, and are you going to
+travel soon?" Inquiries such as these she was, sooner or later, sure to
+make when they were alone. But if Regina happened to enter the room, or
+if Amelius contrived to find his way to her in some other part of the
+house, Mrs. Farnaby deliberately shortened the interview and silenced
+the lovers--still as resolute as ever to keep Amelius exposed to the
+adventurous freedom of a bachelor's life. For the last week, his only
+opportunities of speaking to Regina had been obtained for him secretly
+by the well-rewarded devotion of her maid. And he had now the prospect
+before him of asking Mr. Farnaby for the hand of his adopted daughter,
+with the certainty of the influence of two women being used against
+him--even if he succeeded in obtaining a favourable reception for his
+proposal from the master of the house.
+
+Under such circumstances as these--alone, on a rainy November day, in a
+lodging on the dreary eastward side of the Tottenham Court Road--even
+Amelius bore the aspect of a melancholy man. He was angry with his
+cigar because it refused to light freely. He was angry with the poor
+deaf servant-of-all-work, who entered the room, after one thumping
+knock at the door, and made, in muffled tones, the barbarous
+announcement, "Here's somebody a-wantin' to see yer."
+
+"Who the devil is Somebody?" Amelius shouted.
+
+"Somebody is a citizen of the United States," answered Rufus, quietly
+entering the room. "And he's sorry to find Claude A. Goldenheart's
+temperature at boiling-point already!"
+
+He had not altered in the slightest degree since he had left the
+steamship at Queenstown. Irish hospitality had not fattened him; the
+change from sea to land had not suggested to him the slightest
+alteration in his dress. He still wore the huge felt hat in which he
+had first presented himself to notice on the deck of the vessel. The
+maid-of-all-work raised her eyes to the face of the long lean stranger,
+overshadowed by the broadbrimmed hat, in reverent amazement. "My love
+to you, miss," said Rufus, with his customary grave cordiality; _"I'll_
+shut the door." Having dismissed the maid with that gentle hint, he
+shook hands heartily with Amelius. "Well, I call this a juicy morning,"
+he said, just as if they had met at the cabin breakfast-table as usual.
+
+For the moment, at least, Amelius brightened at the sight of his
+fellow-traveller. "I am really glad to see you," he said. "It's lonely
+in these new quarters, before one gets used to them."
+
+Rufus relieved himself of his hat and great coat, and silently looked
+about the room. "I'm big in the bones," he remarked, surveying the
+rickety lodging-house furniture with some suspicion; "and I'm a trifle
+heavier than I look. I shan't break one of these chairs if I sit down
+on it, shall I?" Passing round the table (littered with books and
+letters) in search of the nearest chair, he accidentally brushed
+against a sheet of paper with writing on it. "Memorandum of friends in
+London, to be informed of my change of address," he read, looking at
+the paper, as he picked it up, with the friendly freedom that
+characterized him. "You have made pretty good use of your time, my son,
+since I took my leave of you in Queenstown harbour. I call this a
+reasonable long list of acquaintances made by a young stranger in
+London."
+
+"I met with an old friend of my family at the hotel," Amelius
+explained. "He was a great loss to my poor father, when he got an
+appointment in India; and, now he has returned, he has been equally
+kind to me. I am indebted to his introduction for most of the names on
+that list."
+
+"Yes?" said Rufus, in the interrogative tone of a man who was waiting
+to hear more. "I'm listening, though I may not look like it. Git
+along."
+
+Amelius looked at his visitor, wondering in what precise direction he
+was to "git along."
+
+"I'm no friend to partial information," Rufus proceeded; "I like to
+round it off complete, as it were, in my own mind. There are names on
+this list that you haven't accounted for yet. Who provided you, sir,
+with the balance of your new friends?"
+
+Amelius answered, not very willingly, "I met them at Mr. Farnaby's
+house."
+
+Rufus looked up from the list with the air of a man surprised by
+disagreeable information, and unwilling to receive it too readily.
+"How?" he exclaimed, using the old English equivalent (often heard in
+America) for the modern "What?"
+
+"I met them at Mr. Farnaby's," Amelius repeated.
+
+"Did you happen to receive a letter of my writing, dated Dublin?" Rufus
+asked.
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Do you set any particular value on my advice?"
+
+"Certainly!"
+
+"And you cultivate social relations with Farnaby and family,
+notwithstanding?"
+
+"I have motives for being friendly with them, which--which I haven't
+had time to explain to you yet."
+
+Rufus stretched out his long legs on the floor, and fixed his shrewd
+grave eyes steadily on Amelius.
+
+"My friend," he said, quietly, "in respect of personal appearance and
+pleasing elasticity of spirits, I find you altered for the worse, I do.
+It may be Liver, or it may be Love. I reckon, now I think of it, you're
+too young yet for Liver. It's the brown miss--that's what 'tis. I hate
+that girl, sir, by instinct."
+
+"A nice way of talking of a young lady you never saw!" Amelius broke
+out.
+
+Rufus smiled grimly. "Go ahead!" he said. "If you can get vent in
+quarrelling with me, go ahead, my son."
+
+He looked round the room again, with his hands in his pockets,
+whistling. Descending to the table in due course of time, his quick eye
+detected a photograph placed on the open writing desk which Amelius had
+been using earlier in the day. Before it was possible to stop him, the
+photograph was in his hand. "I believe I've got her likeness," he
+announced. "I do assure you I take pleasure in making her acquaintance
+in this sort of way. Well, now, I declare she's a columnar creature!
+Yes, sir; I do justice to your native produce--your fine fleshy
+beef-fed English girl. But I tell you this: after a child or two, that
+sort runs to fat, and you find you have married more of her than you
+bargained for. To what lengths may you have proceeded, Amelius, with
+this splendid and spanking person?"
+
+Amelius was just on the verge of taking offence. "Speak of her
+respectfully," he said, "if you expect me to answer you."
+
+Rufus stared in astonishment. "I'm paying her all manner of
+compliments," he protested, "and you're not satisfied yet. My friend, I
+still find something about you, on this occasion, which reminds me of
+meat cut against the grain. You're almost nasty--you are! The air of
+London, I reckon, isn't at all the thing for you. Well, it don't matter
+to me; I like you. Afloat or ashore, I like you. Do you want to know
+what I should do, in your place, if I found myself steering a little
+too nigh to the brown miss? I should--well, to put it in one word, I
+should scatter. Where's the harm, I'll ask you, if you try another girl
+or two, before you make your mind up. I shall be proud to introduce you
+to our slim and snaky sort at Coolspring. Yes. I mean what I say; and
+I'll go back with you across the pond." Referring in this disrespectful
+manner to the Atlantic Ocean, Rufus offered his hand in token of
+unalterable devotion and goodwill.
+
+Who could resist such a man as this? Amelius, always in extremes, wrung
+his hand, with an impetuous sense of shame. "I've been sulky," he said,
+"I've been rude, I ought to be ashamed of myself--and I am. There's
+only one excuse for me, Rufus. I love her with all my heart and soul;
+and I'm engaged to be married to her. And yet, if you understand my way
+of putting it, I'm--in short, I'm in a mess."
+
+With this characteristic preface, he described his position as exactly
+as he could; having due regard to the necessary reserve on the subject
+of Mrs. Farnaby. Rufus listened, with the closest attention, from
+beginning to end; making no attempt to disguise the unfavourable
+impression which the announcement of the marriage-engagement had made
+on him. When he spoke next, instead of looking at Amelius as usual, he
+held his head down, and looked gloomily at his boots.
+
+"Well," he said, "you've gone ahead this time, and that's a fact. She
+didn't raise any difficulties that a man could ride off on--did she?"
+
+"She was all that was sweet and kind!" Amelius answered, with
+enthusiasm.
+
+"She was all that was sweet and kind," Rufus absently repeated, still
+intent on the solid spectacle of his own boots. "And how about uncle
+Farnaby? Perhaps he's sweet and kind likewise, or perhaps he cuts up
+rough? Possible--is it not, sir?"
+
+"I don't know; I haven't spoken to him yet."
+
+Rufus suddenly looked up. A faint gleam of hope irradiated his long
+lank face. "Mercy be praised! there's a last chance for you," he
+remarked. "Uncle Farnaby may say No."
+
+"It doesn't matter what he says," Amelius rejoined. "She's old enough
+to choose for herself, he can't stop the marriage."
+
+Rufus lifted one wiry yellow forefinger, in a state of perpendicular
+protest. "He cannot stop the marriage," the sagacious New Englander
+admitted; "but he can stop the money, my son. Find out how you stand
+with him before another day is over your head."
+
+"I can't go to him this evening." said Amelius; "he dines out."
+
+"Where is he now?"
+
+"At his place of business."
+
+"Fix him at his place of business. Right away!" cried Rufus, springing
+with sudden energy to his feet.
+
+"I don't think he would like it," Amelius objected. "He's not a very
+pleasant fellow, anywhere; but he's particularly disagreeable at his
+place of business."
+
+Rufus walked to the window, and looked out. The objections to Mr.
+Farnaby appeared to fail, so far, in interesting him.
+
+"To put it plainly," Amelius went on, "there's something about him that
+I can't endure. And--though he's very civil to me, in his way--I don't
+think he has ever got over the discovery that I am a Christian
+Socialist."
+
+Rufus abruptly turned round from the window, and became attentive
+again. "So you told him that--did you?" he said.
+
+"Of course!" Amelius rejoined, sharply. "Do you suppose I am ashamed of
+the principles in which I have been brought up?"
+
+"You don't care, I reckon, if all the world knows your principles,
+persisted Rufus, deliberately leading him on.
+
+"Care?" Amelius reiterated. "I only wish I had all the world to listen
+to me. They should hear of my principles, with no bated breath, I
+promise you!"
+
+There was a pause. Rufus turned back again to the window. "When
+Farnaby's at home, where does he live?" he asked suddenly--still
+keeping his face towards the street.
+
+Amelius mentioned the address. "You don't mean that you are going to
+call there?" he inquired, with some anxiety.
+
+"Well, I reckoned I might catch him before dinner-time. You seem to be
+sort of feared to speak to him yourself. I'm your friend, Amelius--and
+I'll speak for you."
+
+The bare idea of the interview struck Amelius with terror. "No, no!" he
+said. "I'm much obliged to you, Rufus. But in a matter of this sort, I
+shouldn't like to transfer the responsibility to my friend. I'll speak
+to Mr. Farnaby in a day or two."
+
+Rufus was evidently not satisfied with this. "I do suppose, now," he
+suggested, "you're not the only man moving in this metropolis who
+fancies Miss Regina. Query, my son: if you put off Farnaby much
+longer--" He paused and looked at Amelius. "Ah," he said, "I reckon I
+needn't enlarge further: there _is_ another man. Well, it's the same in
+my country; I don't know what he does, with You: he always turns up,
+with Us, just at the time when you least want to see him."
+
+There _was_ another man--an older and a richer man than Amelius;
+equally assiduous in his attentions to the aunt and to the niece;
+submissively polite to his favoured young rival. He was the sort of
+person, in age and in temperament, who would be perfectly capable of
+advancing his own interests by means of the hostile influence of Mrs.
+Farnaby. Who could say what the result might be if, by some unlucky
+accident, he made the attempt before Amelius had secured for himself
+the support of the master of the house? In his present condition of
+nervous irritability, he was ready to believe in any coincidence of the
+disastrous sort. The wealthy rival was a man of business, a near city
+neighbour of Mr. Farnaby. They might be together at that moment; and
+Regina's fidelity to her lover might be put to a harder test than she
+was prepared to endure. Amelius remembered the gentle conciliatory
+smile (too gentle by half) with which his placid mistress had received
+his first kisses--and, without stopping to weigh conclusions, snatched
+up his hat. "Wait here for me, Rufus, like a good fellow. I'm off to
+the stationer's shop." With those parting words, he hurried out of the
+room.
+
+Left by himself, Rufus began to rummage the pockets of his frockcoat--a
+long, loose, and dingy garment which had become friendly and
+comfortable to him by dint of ancient use. Producing a handful of
+correspondence, he selected the largest envelope of all; shook out on
+the table several smaller letters enclosed; picked one out of the
+number; and read the concluding paragraph only, with the closest
+attention.
+
+"I enclose letters of introduction to the secretaries of literary
+institutions in London, and in some of the principal cities of England.
+If you feel disposed to lecture yourself, or if you can persuade
+friends and citizens known to you to do so, I believe it may be in your
+power to advance in this way the interests of our Bureau. Please take
+notice that the more advanced institutions, which are ready to
+countenance and welcome free thought in religion, politics, and morals,
+are marked on the envelopes with a cross in red ink. The envelopes
+without a mark are addressed to platforms on which the customary
+British prejudices remain rampant, and in which the charge for places
+reaches a higher figure than can be as yet obtained in the sanctuaries
+of free thought."
+
+Rufus laid down the letter, and, choosing one among the envelopes
+marked in red ink, looked at the introduction enclosed. "If the right
+sort of invitation reached Amelius from this institution," he thought,
+"the boy would lecture on Christian Socialism with all his heart and
+soul. I wonder what the brown miss and her uncle would say to that?"
+
+He smiled to himself, and put the letter back in the envelope, and
+considered the subject for a while. Below the odd rough surface, he was
+a man in ten thousand; no more single-hearted and more affectionate
+creature ever breathed the breath of life. He had not been understood
+in his own little circle; there had been a want of sympathy with him,
+and even a want of knowledge of him, at home. Amelius, popular with
+everybody, had touched the great heart of this man. He perceived the
+peril that lay hidden under the strange and lonely position of his
+fellow-voyager--so innocent in the ways of the world, so young and so
+easily impressed His fondness for Amelius, it is hardly too much to
+say, was the fondness of a father for a son. With a sigh, he shook his
+head, and gathered up his letters, and put them back in his pockets.
+"No, not yet," he decided. "The poor boy really loves her; and the girl
+may be good enough to make the happiness of his life." He got up and
+walked about the room. Suddenly he stopped, struck by a new idea. "Why
+shouldn't I judge for myself?" he thought. "I've got the address--I
+reckon I'll look in on the Farnabys, in a friendly way."
+
+He sat down at the desk, and wrote a line, in the event of Amelius
+being the first to return to the lodgings:
+
+
+DEAR BOY,
+
+"I don't find her photograph tells me quite so much as I want to know.
+I have a mind to see the living original. Being your friend, you know,
+it's only civil to pay my respects to the family. Expect my unbiased
+opinion when I come back.
+
+"Yours,
+
+"RUFUS."
+
+
+Having enclosed and addressed these lines, he took up his
+greatcoat--and checked himself in the act of putting it on. The brown
+miss was a British miss. A strange New Englander had better be careful
+of his personal appearance, before he ventured into her presence. Urged
+by this cautious motive, he approached the looking-glass, and surveyed
+himself critically.
+
+"I doubt I might be the better," it occurred to him, "if I brushed my
+hair, and smelt a little of perfume. Yes. I'll make a toilet. Where's
+the boy's bedroom, I wonder?"
+
+He observed a second door in the sitting-room, and opened it at hazard.
+Fortune had befriended him, so far: he found himself in his young
+friend's bedchamber.
+
+The toilet of Amelius, simple as it was, had its mysteries for Rufus.
+He was at a loss among the perfumes. They were all contained in a
+modest little dressing case, without labels of any sort to describe the
+contents of the pots and bottles. He examined them one after another,
+and stopped at some recently invented French shaving-cream. "It smells
+lovely," he said, assuming it to be some rare pomatum. "Just what I
+want, it seems, for my head." He rubbed the shaving cream into his
+bristly iron-gray hair, until his arms ached. When he had next
+sprinkled his handkerchief and himself profusely, first with rose
+water, and then (to make quite sure) with eau-de-cologne used as a
+climax, he felt that he was in a position to appeal agreeably to the
+senses of the softer sex. In five minutes more, he was on his way to
+Mr. Farnaby's private residence.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+The rain that had begun with the morning still poured on steadily in
+the afternoon. After one look out of the window, Regina decided on
+passing the rest of the day luxuriously, in the company of a novel, by
+her own fireside. With her feet on the tender, and her head on the soft
+cushion of her favourite easy-chair, she opened the book. Having read
+the first chapter and part of the second, she was just lazily turning
+over the leaves in search of a love scene, when her languid interest in
+the novel was suddenly diverted to an incident in real life. The
+sitting-room door was gently opened, and her maid appeared in a state
+of modest confusion.
+
+"If you please, miss, here's a strange gentleman who comes from Mr.
+Goldenheart. He wishes particularly to say--"
+
+She paused, and looked behind her. A faint and curious smell of mingled
+soap and scent entered the room, followed closely by a tall, calm,
+shabbily-dressed man, who laid a wiry yellow hand on the maid's
+shoulder, and stopped her effectually before she could say a word more.
+
+"Don't you think of troubling yourself to git through with it, my dear;
+I'm here, and I'll finish for you." Addressing the maid in these
+encouraging terms, the stranger advanced to Regina, and actually
+attempted to shake hands with her! Regina rose--and looked at him. It
+was a look that ought to have daunted the boldest man living; it
+produced no sort of effect on _this_ man. He still held out his hand;
+his lean face broadened with a pleasant smile. "My name is Rufus
+Dingwell," he said. "I come from Coolspring, Mass.; and Amelius is my
+introduction to yourself and family."
+
+Regina silently acknowledged this information by a frigid bow, and
+addressed herself to the maid, waiting at the door: "Don't leave the
+room, Phoebe."
+
+Rufus, inwardly wondering what Phoebe was wanted for, proceeded to
+express the cordial sentiments proper to the occasion. "I have heard
+about you, miss; and I take pleasure in making your acquaintance."
+
+The unwritten laws of politeness obliged Regina to say something. "I
+have not heard Mr. Goldenheart mention your name," she remarked. "Are
+you an old friend of his?"
+
+Rufus explained with genial alacrity. "We crossed the Pond together,
+miss. I like the boy; he's bright and spry; he refreshes me--he does.
+We go ahead with most things in my country; and friendship's one of
+them. How _do_ you find yourself? Won't you shake hands?" He took her
+hand, without waiting to be repelled this time, and shook it with the
+heartiest good-will.
+
+Regina shuddered faintly: she summoned assistance in case of further
+familiarity. "Phoebe, tell my aunt."
+
+Rufus added a message on his own account. "And say this, my dear. I
+sincerely desire to make the acquaintance of Miss Regina's aunt, and
+any other members of the family circle."
+
+Phoebe left the room, smiling. Such an amusing visitor as this was a
+rare person in Mr. Farnaby's house. Rufus looked after her, with
+unconcealed approval. The maid appeared to be more to his taste than
+the mistress. "Well, that's a pretty creature, I do declare," he said
+to Regina. "Reminds me of our American girls--slim in the waist, and
+carries her head nicely. How old may she be, now?"
+
+Regina expressed her opinion of this familiar question by pointing,
+with silent dignity, to a chair.
+
+"Thank you, miss; not that one," said Rufus. "You see, I'm long in the
+legs, and if I once got down as low as that, I reckon I should have to
+restore the balance by putting my feet up on the grate; and that's not
+manners in Great Britain--and quite right too."
+
+He picked out the highest chair he could find, and admired the
+workmanship as he drew it up to the fireplace. "Most sumptuous and
+elegant," he said. "The style of the Re_nay_sance, as they call it."
+Regina observed with dismay that he had not got his hat in his hand
+like other visitors. He had left it no doubt in the hall; he looked as
+if he had dropped in to spend the day, and stay to dinner.
+
+"Well, miss, I've seen your photograph," he resumed; "and I don't much
+approve of it, now I see You. My sentiments are not altogether
+favourable to that art. I delivered a lecture on photographic
+portraiture at Coolspring; and I described it briefly as justice
+without mercy. The audience took the idea; they larfed, they did.
+Larfin' reminds me of Amelius. Do you object to his being a Christian
+Socialist, miss?"
+
+The young lady's look, when she answered the question, was not lost on
+Rufus. He registered it, mentally, in case of need. "Amelius will soon
+get over all that nonsense," she said, "when he has been a little
+longer in London."
+
+"Possible," Rufus admitted. "The boy is fond of you. Yes: he loves you.
+I have noticed him, and I can certify to that. I may also remark that
+he wants a deal of love in return. No doubt, miss, you have observed
+that circumstance yourself?"
+
+Regina resented this last inquiry as an outrage on propriety. "What
+next will he say?" she thought to herself. "I must put this presuming
+man in his proper place." She darted another annihilating look at him,
+as she spoke in her turn. "May I ask, Mr.--Mr.----?"
+
+"Dingwell," said Rufus, prompting her.
+
+"May I ask, Mr. Dingwell, if you have favoured me by calling here at
+the request of Mr. Goldenheart?"
+
+Genial and simple-minded as he was, eagerly as he desired to appreciate
+at her full value the young lady who was one day to be the wife of
+Amelius, Rufus felt the tone in which those words were spoken. It was
+not easy to stimulate his modest sense of what was fairly due to him
+into asserting itself, but the cold distrust, the deliberate distance
+of Regina's manner, exhausted the long-suffering indulgence of this
+singularly patient man. "The Lord, in his mercy, preserve Amelius from
+marrying You," he thought, as he rose from his chair, and advanced with
+a certain simple dignity to take leave of her.
+
+"It did not occur to me, miss, to pay my respects to you, till Amelius
+and I had parted company," he said. "Please to excuse me. I should have
+been welcome, in my country, with no better introduction than being (as
+I may say) his friend and well-wisher. If I have made a mistake--"
+
+He stopped. Regina had suddenly changed colour. Instead of looking at
+him, she was looking over his shoulder, apparently at something behind
+him. He turned to see what it was. A lady, short and stout, with
+strange wild sorrowful eyes, had noiselessly entered the room while he
+was speaking: she was waiting, as it seemed, until he had finished what
+he had to say. When they confronted each other, she moved to meet him,
+with a firm heavy step, and with her hand held out in token of welcome.
+
+"You may feel equally sure, sir, of a friendly reception here," she
+said, in her steady self-possessed way. "I am this young lady's aunt;
+and I am glad to see the friend of Amelius in my house." Before Rufus
+could answer, she turned to Regina. "I waited," she went on, "to give
+you an opportunity of explaining yourself to this gentleman. I am
+afraid he has mistaken your coldness of manner for intentional
+rudeness."
+
+The colour rushed back into Regina's face--she vibrated for a moment
+between anger and tears. But the better nature in her broke its way
+through the constitutional shyness and restraint which habitually kept
+it down. "I meant no harm, sir," she said, raising her large beautiful
+eyes submissively to Rufus; "I am not used to receiving strangers. And
+you did ask me some very strange questions," she added, with a sudden
+burst of self-assertion. "Strangers are not in the habit of saying such
+things in England." She looked at Mrs. Farnaby, listening with
+impenetrable composure, and stopped in confusion. Her aunt would not
+scruple to speak to the stranger about Amelius in her presence--there
+was no knowing what she might not have to endure. She turned again to
+Rufus. "Excuse me," she said, "if I leave you with my aunt--I have an
+engagement." With that trivial apology, she made her escape from the
+room.
+
+"She has no engagement," Mrs. Farnaby briefly remarked as the door
+closed. "Sit down, sir."
+
+For once, even Rufus was not as his ease. "I can hit it off, ma'am,
+with most people," he said. "I wonder what I've done to offend your
+niece?"
+
+"My niece (with many good qualities) is a narrow-minded young woman,"
+Mrs. Farnaby explained. "You are not like the men she is accustomed to
+see. She doesn't understand you--you are not a commonplace gentleman.
+For instance," Mrs. Farnaby continued, with the matter-of-fact gravity
+of a woman innately inaccessible to a sense of humour, "you have got
+something strange on your hair. It seems to be melting, and it smells
+like soap. No: it's no use taking out your handkerchief--your
+handkerchief won't mop it up. I'll get a towel." She opened an inner
+door, which disclosed a little passage, and a bath-room beyond it. "I'm
+the strongest person in the house," she resumed, returning with a towel
+in her hand, as gravely as ever. "Sit still, and don't make apologies.
+If any of us can rub you dry, I'm the woman." She set to work with the
+towel, as if she had been Rufus's mother, making him presentable in the
+days of his boyhood. Giddy under the violence of the rubbing, staggered
+by the contrast between the cold reception accorded to him by the
+niece, and the more than friendly welcome offered by the aunt, Rufus
+submitted to circumstances in docile and silent bewilderment. "There;
+you'll do till you get home--nobody can laugh at you now," Mrs. Farnaby
+announced. "You're an absent-minded man, I suppose? You wanted to wash
+your head, and you forgot the warm water and the towel. Was that how it
+happened, sir?"
+
+"I thank you with all my heart, ma'am; I took it for pomatum," Rufus
+answered. "Would you object to shaking hands again? This cordial
+welcome of yours reminds me, I do assure you, of home. Since I left New
+England, I've never met with the like of you. I do suppose now it was
+my hair that set Miss Regina's back up? I'm not quite easy in my mind,
+ma'am, about your niece. I'm sort of feared of what she may say of me
+to Amelius. I meant no harm, Lord knows."
+
+The secret of Mrs. Farnaby's extraordinary alacrity in the use of the
+towel began slowly to show itself now. The tone of her American guest
+had already become the friendly and familiar tone which it had been her
+object to establish. With a little management, he might be made an
+invaluable ally in the great work of hindering the marriage of Amelius.
+
+"You are very fond of your young friend?" she began quietly.
+
+"That is so, ma'am."
+
+"And he has told you that he has taken a liking to my niece?"
+
+"And shown me her likeness," Rufus added.
+
+"And shown you her likeness. And you thought you would come here, and
+see for yourself what sort of girl she was?"
+
+"Naturally," Rufus admitted.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby revealed, without further hesitation, the object that she
+had in view. "Amelius is little more than a lad, still," she said. "He
+has got all his life before him. It would be a sad thing, if he married
+a girl who didn't make him happy." She turned in her chair, and pointed
+to the door by which Regina had left them. "Between ourselves," she
+resumed, dropping her voice to a whisper, "do you believe my niece will
+make him happy?"
+
+Rufus hesitated.
+
+"I'm above family prejudices," Mrs. Farnaby proceeded. "You needn't be
+afraid of offending me. Speak out."
+
+Rufus would have spoken out to any other woman in the universe. _This_
+woman had preserved him from ridicule--_this_ woman had rubbed his head
+dry. He prevaricated.
+
+"I don't suppose I understand the ladies in this country," he said.
+
+But Mrs. Farnaby was not to be trifled with. "If Amelius was your son,
+and if he asked you to consent to his marriage with my niece," she
+rejoined, "would you say Yes?"
+
+This was too much for Rufus. "Not if he went down on both his knees to
+ask me," he answered.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby was satisfied at last, and owned it without reserve. "My
+own opinion," she said, "exactly expressed! don't be surprised. Didn't
+I tell you I had no family prejudices? Do you know if he has spoken to
+my husband, yet?"
+
+Rufus looked at his watch. "I reckon he's just about done it by this
+time."
+
+Mrs. Farnaby paused, and reflected for a moment. She had already
+attempted to prejudice her husband against Amelius, and had received an
+answer which Mr. Farnaby considered to be final. "Mr. Goldenheart
+honours us if he seeks our alliance; he is the representative of an old
+English family." Under these circumstances, it was quite possible that
+the proposals of Amelius had been accepted. Mrs. Farnaby was not the
+less determined that the marriage should never take place, and not the
+less eager to secure the assistance of her new ally. "When will Amelius
+tell you about it?" she asked.
+
+"When I go back to his lodgings, ma'am."
+
+"Go back at once--and bear this in mind as you go. If you can find out
+any likely way of parting these two young people (in their own best
+interests), depend on one thing--if I can help you, I will. I'm as fond
+of Amelius as you are. Ask him if I haven't done my best to keep him
+away from my niece. Ask him if I haven't expressed my opinion, that
+she's not the right wife for him. Come and see me again as soon as you
+like. I'm fond of Americans. Good morning."
+
+Rufus attempted to express his sense of gratitude, in his own briefly
+eloquent way. He was not allowed a hearing. With one and the same
+action, Mrs. Farnaby patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him out of
+the room.
+
+"If that woman was an American citizen," Rufus reflected, on his way
+through the streets, "she'd be the first female President of the United
+States!" His admiration of Mrs. Farnaby's energy and resolution,
+expressed in these strong terms, acknowledged but one limit. Highly as
+he approved of her, there was nevertheless an unfathomable something in
+the woman's eyes that disturbed and daunted him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+Rufus found his friend at the lodgings, prostrate on the sofa, smoking
+furiously. Before a word had passed between them, it was plain to the
+New Englander that something had gone wrong.
+
+"Well," he asked; "and what does Farnaby say?"
+
+"Damn Farnaby!"
+
+Rufus was secretly conscious of an immense sense of relief. "I call
+that a stiff way of putting it," he quietly remarked; "but the
+meaning's clear. Farnaby has said No."
+
+Amelius jumped off the sofa, and planted himself defiantly on the
+hearthrug.
+
+"You're wrong for once," he said, with a bitter laugh. "The
+exasperating part of it is that Farnaby has said neither Yes nor No.
+The oily-whiskered brute--you haven't seen him yet, have you?--began by
+saying Yes. 'A man like me, the heir of a fine old English family,
+honoured him by making proposals; he could wish no more brilliant
+prospect for his dear adopted child. She would fill the high position
+that was offered to her, and fill it worthily.' That was the fawning
+way in which he talked to me at first! He squeezed my hand in his
+horrid cold shiny paw till, I give you my word of honour, I felt as if
+I was going to be sick. Wait a little; you haven't heard the worst of
+it yet. He soon altered his tone--it began with his asking me, if I had
+'considered the question of settlements'. I didn't know what he meant.
+He had to put it in plain English; he wanted to hear what my property
+was. 'Oh, that's soon settled,' I said. 'I've got five hundred a year;
+and Regina is welcome to every farthing of it.' He fell back in his
+chair as if I had shot him; he turned--it was worse than pale, he
+positively turned green. At first he wouldn't believe me; he declared I
+must be joking. I set him right about that immediately. His next change
+was a proud impudence. 'Have you not observed, sir, in what style
+Regina is accustomed to live in my house? Five hundred a year? Good
+heavens! With strict economy, five hundred a year might pay her
+milliner's bill and the keep of her horse and carriage. Who is to pay
+for everything else--the establishment, the dinner-parties and balls,
+the tour abroad, the children, the nurses, the doctor? I tell you this,
+Mr. Goldenheart, I'm willing to make a sacrifice to you, as a born
+gentleman, which I would certainly not consent to in the case of any
+self-made man. Enlarge your income, sir, to no more than four times
+five hundred pounds, and I guarantee a yearly allowance to Regina of
+half as much again, besides the fortune which she will inherit at my
+death. That will make your income three thousand a year to start with.
+I know something of domestic expenses, and I tell you positively, you
+can't do it on a farthing less.' That was his language, Rufus. The
+insolence of his tone I can't attempt to describe. If I hadn't thought
+of Regina, I should have behaved in a manner unworthy of a Christian--I
+believe I should have taken my walking-cane, and given him a sound
+thrashing."
+
+Rufus neither expressed surprise nor offered advice. He was lost in
+meditation on the wealth of Mr. Farnaby. "A stationer's business seems
+to eventuate in a lively profit, in this country," he said.
+
+"A stationer's business?" Amelius repeated disdainfully. "Farnaby has
+half a dozen irons in the fire besides that. He's got a newspaper, and
+a patent medicine, and a new bank, and I don't know what else. One of
+his own friends said to me, 'Nobody knows whether Farnaby is rich or
+poor; he is going to do one of two things--he is going to die worth
+millions, or to die bankrupt.' Oh, if I can only live to see the day
+when Socialism will put that sort of man in his right place!"
+
+"Try a republic, on our model, first," said Rufus. "When Farnaby talks
+of the style his young woman is accustomed to live in, what does he
+mean?"
+
+"He means," Amelius answered smartly, "a carriage to drive out in,
+champagne on the table, and a footman to answer the door."
+
+"Farnaby's ideas, sir, have crossed the water and landed in New York,"
+Rufus remarked. "Well, and what did you say to him, on your side?"
+
+"I gave it to him, I can tell you! 'That's all ostentation,' I said.
+'Why can't Regina and I begin life modestly? What do we want with a
+carriage to drive out in, and champagne on the table, and a footman to
+answer the door? We want to love each other and be happy. There are
+thousands of as good gentlemen as I am, in England, with wives and
+families, who would ask for nothing better than an income of five
+hundred a year. The fact is, Mr. Farnaby, you're positively saturated
+with the love of money. Get your New Testament and read what Christ
+says of rich people.' What do you think he did, when I put it in that
+unanswerable way? He held up his hand, and looked horrified. 'I can't
+allow profanity in my office,' says he. 'I have my New Testament read
+to me in church, sir, every Sunday.' That's the sort of Christian,
+Rufus, who is the average product of modern times! He was as obstinate
+as a mule; he wouldn't give way a single inch. His adopted daughter, he
+said, was accustomed to live in a certain style. In that same style she
+should live when she was married, so long as he had a voice in the
+matter. Of course, if she chose to set his wishes and feelings at
+defiance, in return for all that he had done for her, she was old
+enough to take her own way. In that case, he would tell me as plainly
+as he meant to tell her, that she must not look to a single farthing of
+his money to help her, and not expect to find her name down in his
+will. He felt the honour of a family alliance with me as sincerely as
+ever. But he must abide by the conditions that he had stated. On those
+terms, he would be proud to give me the hand of Regina at the altar,
+and proud to feel that he had done his duty by his adopted child. I let
+him go on till he had run himself out--and then I asked quietly, if he
+could tell me the way to increase my income to two thousand a year. How
+do you think he answered me?"
+
+"Perhaps he offered to utilise your capital in his business," Rufus
+guessed.
+
+"Not he! He considered business quite beneath me; my duty to myself, as
+a gentleman, was to adopt a profession. On reflection, it turned out
+that there was but one likely profession to try, in my case--the Law. I
+might be called to the Bar, and (with luck) I might get remunerative
+work to do, in eight or ten years' time. That, I declare to you, was
+the prospect he set before me, if I chose to take his advice. I asked
+if he was joking. Certainly not! I was only one-and-twenty years old
+(he reminded me); I had plenty of time to spare--I should still marry
+young if I married at thirty. I took up my hat, and gave him a bit of
+my mind at parting. 'If you really mean anything,' I said, 'you mean
+that Regina is to pine and fade and be a middle-aged woman, and that I
+am to resist the temptations that beset a young man in London, and lead
+the life of a monk for the next ten years--and all for what? For a
+carriage to ride out in, champagne on the table, and a footman to
+answer the door! Keep your money, Mr. Farnaby; Regina and I will do
+without it.'--What are you laughing at? I don't think you could have
+put it more strongly yourself."
+
+Rufus suddenly recovered his gravity. "I tell you this, Amelius," he
+replied; "you afford (as we say in my country) meaty fruit for
+reflection--you do."
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+"Well, I reckon you remember when we were aboard the boat. You gave us
+a narrative of what happened in that Community of yours, which I can
+truly cha_rac_terise as a combination of native eloquence and
+chastening good sense. I put the question to myself, sir, what has
+become of that well-informed and discreet young Christian, now he has
+changed the sphere to England and mixed with the Farnabys? It's not to
+be denied that I see him before me in the flesh when I look across the
+table here; but it's equally true that I miss him altogether, in the
+spirit."
+
+Amelius sat down again on the sofa. "In plain words," he said, "you
+think I have behaved like a fool in this matter?"
+
+Rufus crossed his long legs, and nodded his head in silent approval.
+Instead of taking offence, Amelius considered a little.
+
+"It didn't strike me before," he said. "But, now you mention it, I can
+understand that I appear to be a simple sort of fellow in what is
+called Society here; and the reason, I suspect, is that it's not the
+society in which I have been accustomed to mix. The Farnabys are new to
+me, Rufus. When it comes to a question of my life at Tadmor, of what I
+saw and learnt and felt in the Community--then, I can think and speak
+like a reasonable being, because I am thinking and speaking of what I
+know thoroughly well. Hang it, make some allowance for the difference
+of circumstances! Besides, I'm in love, and that alters a man--and, I
+have heard some people say, not always for the better. Anyhow, I've
+done it with Farnaby, and it can't be undone. There will be no peace
+for me now, till I have spoken to Regina. I have read the note you left
+for me. Did you see her, when you called at the house?"
+
+The quiet tone in which the question was put surprised Rufus. He had
+fully expected, after Regina's reception of him, to be called to
+account for the liberty that he had taken. Amelius was too completely
+absorbed by his present anxieties to consider trivial questions of
+etiquette. Hearing that Rufus had seen Regina, he never even asked for
+his friend's opinion of her. His mind was full of the obstacles that
+might be interposed to his seeing her again.
+
+"Farnaby is sure, after what has passed between us, to keep her out of
+my way if he can," Amelius said. "And Mrs. Farnaby, to my certain
+knowledge, will help him. They don't suspect _you._ Couldn't you call
+again--you're old enough to be her father--and make some excuse to take
+her out with you for a walk?"
+
+The answer of Rufus to this was Roman in its brevity. He pointed to the
+window, and said, "Look at the rain."
+
+"Then I must try her maid once more," said Amelius, resignedly. He took
+his hat and umbrella. "Don't leave me, old fellow," he resumed as he
+opened the door. "This is the turning-point of my life. I'm sorely in
+need of a friend."
+
+"Do you think she will marry you against the will of her uncle and
+aunt?" Rufus asked.
+
+"I am certain of it," Amelius answered. With that he left the room.
+
+Rufus looked after him sadly. Sympathy and sorrow were expressed in
+every line of his rugged face. "My poor boy! how will he bear it, if
+she says No? What will become of him, if she says Yes?" He rubbed his
+hand irritably across his forehead, like a man whose own thoughts were
+repellent to him. In a moment more, he plunged into his pockets, and
+drew out again the letters introducing him to the secretaries of public
+institutions. "If there's salvation for Amelius," he said, "I reckon I
+shall find it here."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+The medium of correspondence between Amelius and Regina's maid was an
+old woman who kept a shop for the sale of newspapers and periodicals,
+in a by-street not far from Mr. Farnaby's house. From this place his
+letters were delivered to the maid, under cover of the morning
+newspapers--and here he found the answers waiting for him later in the
+day. "If Rufus could only have taken her out for a walk, I might have
+seen Regina this afternoon," thought Amelius. "As it is, I may have to
+wait till to-morrow, or later still. And then, there's the sovereign to
+Phoebe." He sighed as he thought of the fee. Sovereigns were becoming
+scarce in our young Socialist's purse.
+
+Arriving in sight of the newsvendor's shop, Amelius noticed a man
+leaving it, who walked away towards the farther end of the street. When
+he entered the shop himself a minute afterwards, the woman took up a
+letter from the counter. "A young man has just left this for you," she
+said.
+
+Amelius recognised the maid's handwriting on the address. The man whom
+he had seen leaving the shop was Phoebe's messenger.
+
+He opened the letter. Her mistress, Phoebe explained, was too much
+flurried to be able to write. The master had astonished the whole
+household by appearing among them at least three hours before the time
+at which he was accustomed to leave his place of business. He had found
+"Mrs. Ormond" (otherwise Regina's friend and correspondent, Cecilia)
+paying a visit to his niece, and had asked to speak with her in
+private, before she took leave. The result was an invitation to Regina,
+from Mrs. Ormond, to stay for a little while at her house in the
+neighbourhood of Harrow. The ladies were to leave London together, in
+Mrs. Ormond's carriage, that afternoon. Under stress of strong
+persuasion, on the part of her uncle and aunt as well as her friend,
+Regina had ended in giving way. But she had not forgotten the interests
+of Amelius. She was willing to see him privately on the next day,
+provided he left London by the train which reached Harrow soon after
+eleven in the forenoon. If it happened to rain, then he must put off
+his journey until the first fine day, arriving in any case at the same
+hour. The place at which he was to wait was described to him; and with
+these instructions the letter ended.
+
+The rapidity with which Mr. Farnaby had carried out his resolution to
+separate the lovers placed the weakness of Regina's character before
+Amelius in a new and startling light. Why had she not stood on her
+privileges, as a woman who had arrived at years of discretion, and
+refused to leave London until she had first heard what her lover had to
+say? Amelius had left his American friend, feeling sure that Regina's
+decision would be in his favour, when she was called upon to choose
+between the man who was ready to marry her, and the man who was nothing
+but her uncle by courtesy. For the first time, he now felt that his own
+confident anticipations might, by bare possibility, deceive him. He
+returned to his lodgings, in such a state of depression, that
+compassionate Rufus insisted on taking him out to dinner, and hurried
+him off afterwards to the play. Thoroughly prostrated, Amelius
+submitted to the genial influence of his friend. He had not even energy
+enough to feel surprised when Rufus stopped, on their way to the
+tavern, at a dingy building adorned with a Grecian portico, and left a
+letter and a card in charge of a servant at the side-door.
+
+The next day, by a happy interposition of Fortune, proved to be a day
+without rain. Amelius followed his instructions to the letter. A little
+watery sunshine showed itself as he left the station at Harrow. His
+mind was still in such a state of doubt and disturbance that it drew
+from superstition a faint encouragement to hope. He hailed the feeble
+November sunlight as a good omen.
+
+Mr. and Mrs. Ormond's place of residence stood alone, surrounded by its
+own grounds. A wooden fence separated the property, on one side, from a
+muddy little by-road, leading to a neighbouring farm. At a wicket-gate
+in this fence, giving admission to a shrubbery situated at some distance
+from the house, Amelius now waited for the appearance of the maid.
+
+After a delay of a few minutes only, the faithful Phoebe approached the
+gate with a key in her hand. "Where is she?" Amelius asked, as the girl
+opened the gate for him.
+
+"Waiting for you in the shrubbery. Stop, sir; I have something to say
+to you first."
+
+Amelius took out his purse, and produced the fee. Even he had observed
+that Phoebe was perhaps a little too eager to get her money!
+
+"Thank you, sir. Please to look at your watch. You mustn't be with Miss
+Regina a moment longer than a quarter of an hour."
+
+"Why not?"
+
+"This is the time, sir, when Mrs. Ormond is engaged every day with her
+cook and housekeeper. In a quarter of an hour the orders will be
+given--and Mrs. Ormond will join Miss Regina for a walk in the grounds.
+You will be the ruin of me, sir, if she finds you here." With that
+warning, the maid led the way along the winding paths of the shrubbery.
+
+"I must thank you for your letter, Phoebe," said Amelius, as he
+followed her. "By-the-by, who was your messenger?"
+
+Phoebe's answer was no answer at all. "Only a young man, sir," she
+said.
+
+"In plain words, your sweetheart, I suppose?"
+
+Phoebe's expressive silence was her only reply. She turned a corner,
+and pointed to her mistress standing alone before the entrance of a
+damp and deserted summer-house.
+
+Regina put her handkerchief to her eyes, when the maid had discreetly
+retired. "Oh," she said softly, "I am afraid this is very wrong."
+
+Amelius removed the handkerchief by the exercise of a little gentle
+force, and administered comfort under the form of a kiss. Having opened
+the proceedings in this way, he put his first question, "Why did you
+leave London?"
+
+"How could I help it!" said Regina, feebly. "They were all against me.
+What else could I do?"
+
+It occurred to Amelius that she might, at her age, have asserted a will
+of her own. He kept his idea, however, to himself, and, giving her his
+arm, led her slowly along the path of the shrubbery. "You have heard, I
+suppose, what Mr. Farnaby expects of me?" he said.
+
+"Yes, dear."
+
+_"I_ call it worse than mercenary--I call it downright brutal."
+
+"Oh, Amelius, don't talk so!"
+
+Amelius came suddenly to a standstill. "Does that mean you agree with
+him?" he asked.
+
+"Don't be angry with me, dear. I only meant there was some excuse for
+him."
+
+"What excuse?"
+
+"Well, you see, he has a high idea of your family, and he thought you
+were rich people. And--I know you didn't mean it, Amelius--but, still,
+you did disappoint him."
+
+Amelius dropped her arm. This mildly-persistent defence of Mr. Farnaby
+exasperated him.
+
+"Perhaps I have disappointed _you?"_ he said.
+
+ "Oh, no, no! Oh, how cruel you are!" The ready tears showed themselves
+again in her magnificent eyes--gentle considerate tears that raised no
+storm in her bosom, and produced no unbecoming results in her face.
+"Don't be hard on me!" she said, appealing to him helplessly, like a
+charming overgrown child.
+
+Some men might have still resisted her; but Amelius was not one of
+them. He took her hand, and pressed it tenderly.
+
+"Regina," he said, "do you love me?"
+
+"You know I do!"
+
+He put his arm round her waist, he concentrated the passion that was in
+him into a look, and poured the look into her eyes. "Do you love me as
+dearly as I love you?" he whispered.
+
+She felt it with all the little passion that was in her. After a moment
+of hesitation, she put one arm timidly round his neck, and, bending her
+grand head, laid it on his bosom. Her finely-rounded, supple, muscular
+figure trembled, as if she had been the most fragile woman living.
+"Dear Amelius!" she murmured inaudibly. He tried to speak to her--his
+voice failed him. She had, in perfect innocence, fired his young blood.
+He drew her closer and closer to him: he lifted her head, with a
+masterful resolution which she was not able to resist, and pressed his
+kisses in hot and breathless succession on her lips. His vehemence
+frightened her. She tore herself out of his arms with a sudden exertion
+of strength that took him completely by surprise. "I didn't think you
+would have been rude to me!" With that mild reproach, she turned away,
+and took the path which led from the shrubbery to the house. Amelius
+followed her, entreating that she would accept his excuses and grant
+him a few minutes more. He modestly laid all the blame on her
+beauty--lamented that he had not resolution enough to resist the charm
+of it. When did that commonplace compliment ever fail to produce its
+effect? Regina smiled with the weakly complacent good-nature, which was
+only saved from being contemptible by its association with her personal
+attractions. "Will you promise to behave?" she stipulated. And Amelius,
+not very eagerly, promised.
+
+"Shall we go into the summer-house?" he suggested.
+
+"It's very damp at this time of year," Regina answered, with placid
+good sense. "Perhaps we might catch cold--we had better walk about."
+
+They walked accordingly. "I wanted to speak to you about our marriage,"
+Amelius resumed.
+
+She sighed softly. "We have some time to wait," she said, "before we
+can think of that."
+
+He passed this reply over without notice. "You know," he went on, "that
+I have an income of five hundred a year?"
+
+"Yes, dear."
+
+"There are hundreds of thousands of respectable artisans, Regina, (with
+large families), who live comfortably on less than half my income."
+
+"Do they, dear?"
+
+"And many gentlemen are not better off. Curates, for instance. Do you
+see what I am coming to, my darling?"
+
+"No, dear."
+
+"Could you live with me in a cottage in the country, with a nice
+garden, and one little maid to wait on us, and two or three new dresses
+in a year?"
+
+Regina lifted her fine eyes in sober ecstasy to the sky. "It sounds
+very tempting," she remarked, in the sweetest tones of her voice.
+
+"And it could all be done," Amelius proceeded, "on five hundred a
+year."
+
+"Could it, dear?"
+
+"I have calculated it--allowing the necessary margin--and I am sure of
+what I say. And I have done something else; I have asked about the
+Marriage License. I can easily find lodgings in the neighbourhood. We
+might be married at Harrow in a fortnight."
+
+Regina started: her eyes opened widely, and rested on Amelius with an
+expression of incredulous wonder. "Married in a fortnight?" she
+repeated. "What would my uncle and aunt say?"
+
+"My angel, our happiness doesn't depend on your uncle and aunt--our
+happiness depends on ourselves. Nobody has any power to control us. I
+am a man, and you are a woman; and we have a right to be married
+whenever we like." Amelius pronounced this last oracular sentence with
+his head held high, and a pleasant inner persuasion of the convincing
+manner in which he had stated his case.
+
+"Without my uncle to give me away!" Regina exclaimed. "Without my aunt!
+With no bridesmaids, and no friends, and no wedding-breakfast! Oh,
+Amelius, what _can_ you be thinking of?" She drew back a step, and
+looked at him in helpless consternation.
+
+For the moment, and the moment only, Amelius lost all patience with
+her. "If you really loved me," he said bitterly, "you wouldn't think of
+the bridesmaids and the breakfast!" Regina had her answer ready in her
+pocket--she took out her handkerchief. Before she could lift it to her
+eyes, Amelius recovered himself. "No, no," he said, "I didn't mean
+that--I am sure you love me--take my arm again. Do you know, Regina, I
+doubt whether your uncle has told you everything that passed between
+us. Are you really aware of the hard terms that he insists on? He
+expects me to increase my five hundred a year to two thousand, before
+he will sanction our marriage."
+
+"Yes, dear, he told me that."
+
+"I have as much chance of earning fifteen hundred a year, Regina, as I
+have of being made King of England. Did he tell you _that?"_
+
+"He doesn't agree with you, dear--he thinks you might earn it (with
+your abilities) in ten years."
+
+This time it was the turn of Amelius to look at Regina in helpless
+consternation. "Ten years?" he repeated. "Do you coolly contemplate
+waiting ten years before we are married? Good heavens! is it possible
+that you are thinking of the money? that _you_ can't live without
+carriages and footmen, and ostentation and grandeur--?"
+
+He stopped. For once, even Regina showed that she had spirit enough to
+be angry. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself to speak to me in that
+way!" she broke out indignantly. "If you have no better opinion of me
+than that, I won't marry you at all--no, not if you had fifty thousand
+a year, sir, to-morrow! Am I to have no sense of duty to my uncle--to
+the good man who has been a second father to me? Do you think I am
+ungrateful enough to set his wishes at defiance? Oh yes, I know you
+don't like him! I know that a great many people don't like him. That
+doesn't make any difference to Me! But for dear uncle Farnaby, I might
+have gone to the workhouse, I might have been a starving needlewoman, a
+poor persecuted maid-of-all-work. Am I to forget that, because you have
+no patience, and only think of yourself? Oh, I wish I had never met
+with you! I wish I had never been fool enough to be as fond of you as I
+am!" With that confession, she turned her back on him, and took refuge
+in her handkerchief once more.
+
+Amelius stood looking at her in silent despair. After the tone in which
+she had spoken of her obligations to her uncle, it was useless to
+anticipate any satisfactory result from the exertion of his influence
+over Regina. Recalling what he had seen and heard, in Mrs. Farnaby's
+room, Amelius could not doubt that the motive of pacifying his wife was
+the motive which had first led Farnaby to receive Regina into his
+house. Was it unreasonable or unjust to infer, that the orphan child
+must have been mainly indebted to Mrs. Farnaby's sense of duty to the
+memory of her sister for the parental protection afforded to her, from
+that time forth? It would have been useless, and worse than useless, to
+place before Regina such considerations as these. Her exaggerated idea
+of the gratitude that she owed to her uncle was beyond the limited
+reach of reason. Nothing was to be gained by opposition; and no
+sensible course was left but to say some peace-making words and submit.
+
+"I beg your pardon, Regina, if I have offended you. You have sadly
+disappointed me. I haven't deliberately misjudged you; I can say no
+more."
+
+She turned round quickly, and looked at him. There was an ominous
+change to resignation in his voice, there was a dogged submission in
+his manner, that alarmed her. She had never yet seen him under the
+perilously-patient aspect in which he now presented himself, after his
+apology had been made.
+
+"I forgive you, Amelius, with all my heart," she said--and timidly held
+out her hand.
+
+He took it, raised it silently to his lips, and dropped it again.
+
+She suddenly turned pale. All the love that she had in her to give to a
+man, she had given to Amelius. Her heart sank; she asked herself, in
+blank terror, if she had lost him.
+
+"I am afraid it is _I_ who have offended _you,"_ she said. "Don't be
+angry with me, Amelius! don't make me more unhappy than I am!"
+
+"I am not in the least angry," he answered, still in the quiet subdued
+way that terrified her. "You can't expect me, Regina, to contemplate a
+ten years' engagement cheerfully."
+
+She took his hand, and held it in both her own hands--held it, as if
+his love for her was there and she was determined not to let it go.
+
+"If you will only leave it to me," she pleaded, "the engagement shan't
+be so long as that. Try my uncle with a little kindness and respect,
+Amelius, instead of saying hard words to him. Or let _me_ try him, if
+you are too proud to give way. May I say that you had no intention of
+offending him, and that you are willing to leave the future to me?"
+
+"Certainly," said Amelius, "if you think it will be of the slightest
+use." His tone added plainly, "I don't believe in your uncle, mind, as
+you do."
+
+She still persisted. "It will be of the greatest use," she went on. "He
+will let me go home again, and he will not object to your coming to see
+me. He doesn't like to be despised and set at defiance--who does? Be
+patient, Amelius; and I will persuade him to expect less money from
+you--only what you may earn, dear, with your talents, long before ten
+years have passed." She waited for a word of reply which might show
+that she had encouraged him a little. He only smiled. "You talk of
+loving me," she said, drawing back from him with a look of reproach;
+"and you don't even believe what I say to you." She stopped, and looked
+behind her with a faint cry of alarm. Hurried footsteps were audible on
+the other side of the evergreens that screened them. Amelius stepped
+back to a turn in the path, and discovered Phoebe.
+
+"Don't stay a moment longer, sir!" cried the girl. "I've been to the
+house--and Mrs. Ormond isn't there--and nobody knows where she is. Get
+out by the gate, sir, while you have the chance."
+
+Amelius returned to Regina. "I mustn't get the girl into a scrape," he
+said. "You know where to write to me. Good-bye."
+
+Regina made a sign to the maid to retire. Amelius had never taken leave
+of her as he was taking leave of her now. She forgot the fervent
+embrace and the daring kisses--she was desperate at the bare idea of
+losing him. "Oh, Amelius, don't doubt that I love you! Say you believe
+I love you! Kiss me before you go!"
+
+He kissed her--but, ah, not as he had kissed her before. He said the
+words she wanted him to say--but only to please her, not with all his
+heart. She let him go; reproaches would be wasted at that moment.
+
+Phoebe found her pale and immovable, rooted to the spot on which they
+had parted. "Dear, dear me, miss, what's gone wrong?"
+
+And her mistress answered wildly, in words that had never before passed
+her placid lips, "O Phoebe, I wish I was dead!"
+
+
+Such was the impression left on the mind of Regina by the interview in
+the shrubbery.
+
+The impression left on the mind of Amelius was stated in equally strong
+language, later in the day. His American friend asked innocently for
+news, and was answered in these terms:
+
+"Find something to occupy my mind, Rufus, or I shall throw the whole
+thing over and go to the devil."
+
+The wise man from New England was too wise to trouble Amelius with
+questions, under these circumstances. "Is that so?" was all he said.
+Then he put his hand in his pocket, and, producing a letter, laid it
+quietly on the table.
+
+"For me?" Amelius asked.
+
+"You wanted something to occupy your mind," the wily Rufus answered.
+"There 'tis."
+
+Amelius read the letter. It was dated, "Hampden Institution." The
+secretary invited Amelius, in highly complimentary terms, to lecture,
+in the hall of the Institution, on Christian Socialism as taught and
+practised in the Community at Tadmor. He was offered two-thirds of the
+profits derived from the sale of places, and was left free to appoint
+his own evening (at a week's notice) and to issue his own
+advertisements. Minor details were reserved to be discussed with the
+secretary, when the lecturer had consented to the arrangement proposed
+to him.
+
+Having finished the letter, Amelius looked at his friend. "This is your
+doing," he said.
+
+Rufus admitted it, with his customary candour. He had a letter of
+introduction to the secretary, and he had called by appointment that
+morning. The Institution wanted something new to attract the members
+and the public. Having no present intention of lecturing himself, he
+had thought of Amelius, and had spoken his thought. "I mentioned,"
+Rufus added slyly, "that I didn't reckon you would mount the platform.
+But he's a sanguine creature, that secretary--and he said he'd try."
+
+"Why should I say No?" Amelius asked, a little irritably. "The
+secretary pays me a compliment, and offers me an opportunity of
+spreading our principles. Perhaps," he added, more quietly, after a
+moment's reflection, "you thought I might not be equal to the
+occasion--and, in that case, I don't say you were wrong."
+
+Rufus shook his head. "If you had passed your life in this decrepit
+little island," he replied, "I might have doubted you, likely enough.
+But Tadmor's situated in the United States. If they don't practise the
+boys in the art of orating, don't you tell me there's an American
+citizen with a voice in _that_ society. Guess again, my son. You won't?
+Well, then, 'twas uncle Farnaby I had in my mind. I said to myself--not
+to the secretary--Amelius is bound to consider uncle Farnaby. Oh, my!
+what would uncle Farnaby say?"
+
+The hot temper of Amelius took fire instantly. "What the devil do I
+care for Farnaby's opinions?" he burst out. "If there's a man in
+England who wants the principles of Christian Socialism beaten into his
+thick head, it's Farnaby. Are you going to see the secretary again?"
+
+"I might look in," Rufus answered, "in the course of the evening."
+
+"Tell him I'll give the lecture--with my compliments and thanks. If I
+can only succeed," pursued Amelius, hearing himself with the new idea,
+"I may make a name as a lecturer, and a name means money, and money
+means beating Farnaby with his own weapons. It's an opening for me,
+Rufus, at the crisis of my life."
+
+"That is so," Rufus admitted. "I may as well look up the secretary."
+
+"Why shouldn't I go with you?" Amelius suggested.
+
+"Why not?" Rufus agreed.
+
+They left the house together.
+
+
+
+BOOK THE FIFTH
+
+THE FATAL LECTURE
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Late that night Amelius sat alone in his room, making notes for the
+lecture which he had now formally engaged himself to deliver in a
+week's time.
+
+Thanks to his American education (as Rufus had supposed), he had not
+been without practice in the art of public speaking. He had learnt to
+face his fellow-creatures in the act of oratory, and to hear the sound
+of his own voice in a silent assembly, without trembling from head to
+foot. English newspapers were regularly sent to Tadmor, and English
+politics were frequently discussed in the little parliament of the
+Community. The prospect of addressing a new audience, with their
+sympathies probably against him at the outset, had its terrors
+undoubtedly. But the more formidable consideration, to the mind of
+Amelius, was presented by the limits imposed on him in the matter of
+time. The lecture was to be succeeded (at the request of a clerical
+member of the Institution) by a public discussion; and the secretary's
+experience suggested that the lecturer would do well to reduce his
+address within the compass of an hour. "Socialism is a large subject to
+be squeezed into that small space," Amelius had objected. And the
+secretary sighed, and answered, "They won't listen any longer."
+
+Making notes, from time to time, of the points on which it was most
+desirable to insist, and on the relative positions which they should
+occupy in his lecture, the memory of Amelius became more and more
+absorbed in recalling the scenes in which his early life had been
+passed.
+
+He laid down his pen, as the clock of the nearest church struck the
+first dark hour of the morning, and let his thoughts take him back
+again, without interruption or restraint, to the hills and vales of
+Tadmor. Once more the kind old Elder Brother taught him the noble
+lessons of Christianity as they came from the inspired Teacher's own
+lips; once more he took his turn of healthy work in the garden and the
+field; once more the voices of his companions joined with him in the
+evening songs, and the timid little figure of Mellicent stood at his
+side, content to hold the music-book and listen. How poor, how corrupt,
+did the life look that he was leading now, by comparison with the life
+that he had led in those earlier and happier days! How shamefully he
+had forgotten the simple precepts of Christian humility, Christian
+sympathy, and Christian self-restraint, in which his teachers had
+trusted as the safeguards that were to preserve him from the foul
+contact of the world! Within the last two days only, he had refused to
+make merciful allowance for the errors of a man, whose life had been
+wasted in the sordid struggle upward from poverty to wealth. And, worse
+yet, he had cruelly distressed the poor girl who loved him, at the
+prompting of those selfish passions which it was his first and foremost
+duty to restrain. The bare remembrance of it was unendurable to him, in
+his present frame of mind. With his customary impetuosity, he snatched
+up the pen, to make atonement before he went to rest that night. He
+wrote in few words to Mr. Farnaby, declaring that he regretted having
+spoken impatiently and contemptuously at the interview between them,
+and expressing the hope that their experience of each other, in the
+time to come, might perhaps lead to acceptable concessions on either
+side. His letter to Regina was written, it is needless to say, in
+warmer terms and at much greater length: it was the honest outpouring
+of his love and his penitence. When the letters were safe in their
+envelopes he was not satisfied, even yet. No matter what the hour might
+be, there was no ease of mind for Amelius, until he had actually posted
+his letters. He stole downstairs, and softly unbolted the door, and
+hurried away to the nearest letter-box. When he had let himself in
+again with his latch-key, his mind was relieved at last. "Now," he
+thought, as he lit his bed-room candle, "I can go to sleep!"
+
+A visit from Rufus was the first event of the day.
+
+The two set to work together to draw out the necessary advertisement of
+the lecture. It was well calculated to attract attention in certain
+quarters. The announcement addressed itself, in capital letters, to all
+honest people who were poor and discontented. "Come, and hear the
+remedy which Christian Socialism provides for your troubles, explained
+to you by a friend and a brother; and pay no more than sixpence for the
+place that you occupy." The necessary information as to time and place
+followed this appeal; including the offer of reserved seats at higher
+prices. By advice of the secretary, the advertisement was not sent to
+any journal having its circulation among the wealthier classes of
+society. It appeared prominently in one daily paper and in two weekly
+papers; the three possessing an aggregate sale of four hundred thousand
+copies. "Assume only five readers to each copy," cried sanguine
+Amelius, "and we appeal to an audience of two millions. What a
+magnificent publicity!"
+
+There was one inevitable result of magnificent publicity which Amelius
+failed to consider. His advertisements were certain to bring people
+together, who might otherwise never have met in the great world of
+London, under one roof. All over England, Scotland, and Ireland, he
+invited unknown guests to pass the evening with him. In such
+circumstances, recognitions may take place between persons who have
+lost sight of each other for years; conversations may be held, which
+might otherwise never have been exchanged; and results may follow, for
+which the hero of the evening may be innocently responsible, because
+two or three among his audience happen to be sitting to hear him on the
+same bench. A man who opens his doors, and invites the public
+indiscriminately to come in, runs the risk of playing with inflammable
+materials, and can never be sure at what time or in what direction they
+may explode.
+
+Rufus himself took the fair copies of the advertisement to the nearest
+agent. Amelius stayed at home to think over his lecture.
+
+He was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Farnaby's answer to his
+letter. The man of the oily whiskers wrote courteously and guardedly.
+He was evidently flattered and pleased by the advance that had been
+made to him; and he was quite willing "under the circumstances" to give
+the lovers opportunities of meeting at his house. At the same time, he
+limited the number of the opportunities. "Once a week, for the present,
+my dear sir. Regina will doubtless write to you, when she returns to
+London."
+
+Regina wrote, by return of post. The next morning Amelius received a
+letter from her which enchanted him. She had never loved him as she
+loved him now; she longed to see him again; she had prevailed on Mrs.
+Ormond to let her shorten her visit, and to intercede for her with the
+authorities at home. They were to return together to London on the
+afternoon of the next day. Amelius would be sure to find her, if he
+arranged to call in time for five-o'clock tea.
+
+Towards four o'clock on the next day, while Amelius was putting the
+finishing touches to his dress, he was informed that "a young person
+wished to see him." The visitor proved to be Phoebe, with her
+handkerchief to her eyes; indulging in grief, in humble imitation of
+her young mistress's gentle method of proceeding on similar occasions.
+
+"Good God!" cried Amelius, "has anything happened to Regina?"
+
+"No, sir," Phoebe murmured behind the handkerchief. "Miss Regina is at
+home, and well."
+
+"Then what are you crying about?"
+
+Phoebe forgot her mistress's gentle method. She answered, with an
+explosion of sobs, "I'm ruined, sir!"
+
+"What do you mean by being ruined? Who's done it?"
+
+"You've done it, sir!"
+
+Amelius started. His relations with Phoebe had been purely and entirely
+of the pecuniary sort. She was a showy, pretty girl, with a smart
+little figure--but with some undeniably bad lines, which only observant
+physiognomists remarked, about her eyebrows and her mouth. Amelius was
+not a physiognomist; but he was in love with Regina, which at his age
+implied faithful love. It is only men over forty who can court the
+mistress, with reserves of admiration to spare for the maid.
+
+"Sit down," said Amelius; "and tell me in two words what you mean."
+
+Phoebe sat down, and dried her eyes. "I have been infamously treated,
+sir, by Mrs. Farnaby," she began--and stopped, overpowered by the bare
+remembrance of her wrongs. She was angry enough, at that moment, to be
+off her guard. The vindictive nature that was in the girl found its way
+outward, and showed itself in her face. Amelius perceived the change,
+and began to doubt whether Phoebe was quite worthy of the place which
+she had hitherto held in his estimation.
+
+"Surely there must be some mistake," he said. "What opportunity has
+Mrs. Farnaby had of ill-treating you? You have only just got back to
+London."
+
+"I beg your pardon, sir, we got back sooner than we expected. Mrs.
+Ormond had business in town: and she left Miss Regina at her own door,
+nearly two hours since."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"Well, sir, I had hardly taken off my bonnet and shawl, when I was sent
+for by Mrs. Farnaby. 'Have you unpacked your box yet?' says she. I told
+her I hadn't had time to do so. 'You needn't trouble yourself to
+unpack,' says she. 'You are no longer in Miss Regina's service. There
+are your wages--with a month's wages besides, in place of the customary
+warning.' I'm only a poor girl, sir, but I up and spoke to her as plain
+as she spoke to me. 'I want to know,' I says, 'why I am sent away in
+this uncivil manner?' I couldn't possibly repeat what she said. My
+blood boils when I think of it," Phoebe declared, with melodramatic
+vehemence. "Somebody has found us out, sir. Somebody has told Mrs.
+Farnaby of your private meeting with Miss Regina in the shrubbery, and
+the money you kindly gave me. I believe Mrs. Ormond is at the bottom of
+it; you remember nobody knew where she was, when I thought she was in
+the house speaking to the cook. That's guess-work, I allow, so far.
+What is certain is, that I have been spoken to as if I was the lowest
+creature that walks the streets. Mrs. Farnaby refuses to give me a
+character, sir. She actually said she would call in the police, if I
+didn't leave the house in half an hour. How am I to get another place,
+without a character? I'm a ruined girl, that's what I am--and all
+through You!"
+
+Threatened at this point with an illustrative outburst of sobbing
+Amelius was simple enough to try the consoling influence of a
+sovereign. "Why don't you speak to Miss Regina?" he asked. "You know
+she will help you."
+
+"She has done all she can, sir. I have nothing to say against Miss
+Regina--she's a good creature. She came into the room, and begged, and
+prayed, and took all the blame on herself. Mrs. Farnaby wouldn't hear a
+word. 'I'm mistress here,' she says; 'you had better go back to your
+room.' Ah, Mr. Amelius, I can tell you Mrs. Farnaby is your enemy as
+well as mine! you'll never marry her niece if _she_ can stop it. Mark
+my words, sir, that's the secret of the vile manner in which she has
+used me. My conscience is clear, thank God. I've tried to serve the
+cause of true love--and I'm not ashamed of it. Never mind! my turn is
+to come. I'm only a poor servant, sent adrift in the world without a
+character. Wait a little! you see if I am not even (and better than
+even) with Mrs. Farnaby, before long! _I know what I know._ I am not
+going to say any more than that. She shall rue the day," cried Phoebe,
+relapsing into melodrama again, "when she turned me out of the house
+like a thief!"
+
+"Come! come!" said Amelius, sharply, "you mustn't speak in that way."
+
+Phoebe had got her money: she could afford to be independent. She rose
+from her chair. The insolence which is the almost invariable
+accompaniment of a sense of injury among Englishwomen of her class
+expressed itself in her answer to Amelius. "I speak as I think, sir. I
+have some spirit in me; I am not a woman to be trodden underfoot--and
+so Mrs. Farnaby shall find, before she is many days older."
+
+"Phoebe! Phoebe! you are talking like a heathen. If Mrs. Farnaby has
+behaved to you with unjust severity, set her an example of moderation
+on your side. It's your duty as a Christian to forgive injuries."
+
+Phoebe burst out laughing. "Hee-hee-hee! Thank you, sir, for a sermon
+as well as a sovereign. You have been most kind, indeed!" She changed
+suddenly from irony to anger. "I never was called a heathen before!
+Considering what I have done for you, I think you might at least have
+been civil. Good afternoon, sir." She lifted her saucy little
+snub-nose, and walked with dignity out of the room.
+
+For the moment, Amelius was amused. As he heard the house-door closed,
+he turned laughing to the window, for a last look at Phoebe in the
+character of an injured Christian. In an instant the smile left his
+lips--he drew back from the window with a start.
+
+A man had been waiting for Phoebe, in the street. At the moment when
+Amelius looked out, she had just taken his arm. He glanced back at the
+house, as they walked away together. Amelius immediately recognised, in
+Phoebe's companion (and sweetheart), a vagabond Irishman, nicknamed
+Jervy, whose face he had last seen at Tadmor. Employed as one of the
+agents of the Community in transacting their business with the
+neighbouring town, he had been dismissed for misconduct, and had been
+unwisely taken back again, at the intercession of a respectable person
+who believed in his promises of amendment. Amelius had suspected this
+man of being the spy who officiously informed against Mellicent and
+himself, but having discovered no evidence to justify his suspicions,
+he had remained silent on the subject. It was now quite plain to him
+that Jervy's appearance in London could only be attributed to a second
+dismissal from the service of the Community, for some offence
+sufficiently serious to oblige him to take refuge in England. A more
+disreputable person it was hardly possible for Phoebe to have become
+acquainted with. In her present vindictive mood, he would be
+emphatically a dangerous companion and counsellor. Amelius felt this so
+strongly, that he determined to follow them, on the chance of finding
+out where Jervy lived. Unhappily, he had only arrived at this
+resolution after a lapse of a minute or two. He ran into the street but
+it was too late; not a trace of them was to be discovered. Pursuing his
+way to Mr. Farnaby's house, he decided on mentioning what had happened
+to Regina. Her aunt had not acted wisely in refusing to let the maid
+refer to her for a character. She would do well to set herself right
+with Phoebe, in this particular, before it was too late.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+Mrs. Farnaby stood at the door of her own room, and looked at her niece
+with an air of contemptuous curiosity.
+
+"Well? You and your lover have had a fine time of it together, I
+suppose? What do you want here?"
+
+"Amelius wishes particularly to speak to you, aunt."
+
+"Tell him to save himself the trouble. He may reconcile your uncle to
+his marriage--he won't reconcile Me."
+
+"It's not about that, aunt; it's about Phoebe."
+
+"Does he want me to take Phoebe back again?"
+
+At that moment Amelius appeared in the hall, and answered the question
+himself. "I want to give you a word of warning," he said.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby smiled grimly. "That excites my curiosity," she replied.
+"Come in. I don't want _you,"_ she added, dismissing her niece at the
+door. "So you're willing to wait ten years for Regina?" she continued,
+when Amelius was alone with her. "I'm disappointed in you; you're a
+poor weak creature, after all. What about that young hussy, Phoebe?"
+
+Amelius told her unreservedly all that had passed between the discarded
+maid and himself, not forgetting, before he concluded, to caution her
+on the subject of the maid's companion. "I don't know what that man may
+not do to mislead Phoebe," he said. "If I were you, I wouldn't drive
+her into a corner."
+
+Mrs. Farnaby eyed him scornfully from head to foot. "You used to have
+the spirit of a man in you," she answered. "Keeping company with Regina
+has made you a milksop already. If you want to know what I think of
+Phoebe and her sweetheart--" she stopped, and snapped her fingers.
+"There!" she said, "that's what I think! Now go back to Regina. I can
+tell you one thing--she will never be your wife."
+
+Amelius looked at her in quiet surprise. "It seems odd," he remarked,
+"that you should treat me as you do, after what you said to me, the
+last time I was in this room. You expect me to help you in the dearest
+wish of your life--and you do everything you can to thwart the dearest
+wish of _my_ life. A man can't keep his temper under continual
+provocation. Suppose I refuse to help you?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby looked at him with the most exasperating composure. "I
+defy you to do it," she answered.
+
+"You defy me to do it!" Amelius exclaimed.
+
+"Do you take me for a fool?" Mrs. Farnaby went on. "Do you think I
+don't know you better than you know yourself?" She stepped up close to
+him; her voice sank suddenly to low and tender tones. "If that last
+unlikely chance should turn out in my favour," she went on; "if you
+really did meet with my poor girl, one of these days, and knew that you
+had met with her--do you mean to say you could be cruel enough, no
+matter how badly I behaved to you, to tell me nothing about it? Is
+_that_ the heart I can feel beating under my hand? Is _that_ the
+Christianity you learnt at Tadmor? Pooh, pooh, you foolish boy! Go back
+to Regina; and tell her you have tried to frighten me, and you find it
+won't do."
+
+The next day was Saturday. The advertisement of the lecture appeared in
+the newspapers. Rufus confessed that he had been extravagant enough, in
+the case of the two weekly journals, to occupy half a page. "The
+public," he explained, "have got a nasty way of overlooking
+advertisements of a modest and retiring character. Hit 'em in the eyes
+when they open the paper, or you don't hit 'em at all."
+
+Among the members of the public attracted by the new announcement, Mrs.
+Farnaby was one. She honoured Amelius with a visit at his lodgings. "I
+called you a poor weak creature yesterday" (these were her first words
+on entering the room); "I talked like a fool. You're a splendid fellow;
+I respect your courage, and I shall attend your lecture. Never mind
+what Mr. Farnaby and Regina say. Regina's poor little conventional soul
+is shaken, I dare say; you needn't expect to have my niece among your
+audience. But Farnaby is a humbug, as usual. He affects to be
+horrified; he talks big about breaking off the match. In his own self,
+he's bursting with curiosity to know how you will get through with it.
+I tell you this--he will sneak into the hall and stand at the back
+where nobody can see him. I shall go with him; and, when you're on the
+platform, I'll hold up my handkerchief like this. Then you'll know he's
+there. Hit him hard, Amelius--hit him hard! Where is your friend Rufus?
+just gone away? I like that American. Give him my love, and tell him to
+come and see me." She left the room as abruptly as she had entered it.
+Amelius looked after her in amazement. Mrs. Farnaby was not like
+herself; Mrs. Farnaby was in good spirits!
+
+Regina's opinion of the lecture arrived by post.
+
+Every other word in her letter was underlined; half the sentences began
+with "Oh!"; Regina was shocked, astonished, ashamed, alarmed. What
+would Amelius do next? Why had he deceived her, and left her to find it
+out in the papers? He had undone all the good effect of those charming
+letters to her father and herself. He had no idea of the disgust and
+abhorrence which respectable people would feel at his odious Socialism.
+Was she never to know another happy moment? and was Amelius to be the
+cause of it? and so on, and so on.
+
+Mr. Farnaby's protest followed, delivered by Mr. Farnaby himself. He
+kept his gloves on when he called; he was solemn and pathetic; he
+remonstrated, in the character of one of the ancestors of Amelius; he
+pitied the ancient family "mouldering in the silent grave," he would
+abstain from deciding in a hurry, but his daughter's feelings were
+outraged, and he feared it might be his duty to break off the match.
+Amelius, with perfect good temper, offered him a free admission, and
+asked him to hear the lecture and decide for himself whether there was
+any harm in it. Mr. Farnaby turned his head away from the ticket as if
+it was something indecent. "Sad! sad!" That was his only farewell to
+the gentleman-Socialist.
+
+On the Sunday (being the only day in London on which a man can use his
+brains without being interrupted by street music), Amelius rehearsed
+his lecture. On the Monday, he paid his weekly visit to Regina.
+
+She was reported--whether truly or not it was impossible for him to
+discover--to have gone out in the carriage with Mrs. Ormond. Amelius
+wrote to her in soothing and affectionate terms, suggesting, as he had
+suggested to her father, that she should wait to hear the lecture
+before she condemned it. In the mean time, he entreated her to remember
+that they had promised to be true to one another, in time and
+eternity--Socialism notwithstanding.
+
+The answer came back by private messenger. The tone was serious.
+Regina's principles forbade her to attend a Socialist lecture. She
+hoped Amelius was in earnest in writing as he did about time and
+eternity. The subject was very awful to a rightly-constituted mind. On
+the next page, some mitigation of this severity followed in a
+postscript. Regina would wait at home to see Amelius, the day after his
+"regrettable appearance in public."
+
+The evening of Tuesday was the evening of the lecture.
+
+Rufus posted himself at the ticket-taker's office, in the interests of
+Amelius. "Even sixpences do sometimes stick to a man's fingers, on
+their way from the public to the money-box," he remarked. The sixpences
+did indeed flow in rapidly; the advertisements had, so far, produced
+their effect. But the reserved seats sold very slowly. The members of
+the Institution, who were admitted for nothing, arrived in large
+numbers, and secured the best places. Towards eight o'clock (the hour
+at which the lecture was to begin), the sixpenny audience was still
+pouring in. Rufus recognised Phoebe among the late arrivals, escorted
+by a person in the dress of a gentleman, who was palpably a blackguard
+nevertheless. A short stout lady followed, who warily shook hands with
+Rufus, and said, "Let me introduce you to Mr. Farnaby." Mr. Farnaby's
+mouth and chin were shrouded in a wrapper; his hat was over his
+eyebrows. Rufus observed that he looked as if he was ashamed of
+himself. A gaunt, dirty, savage old woman, miserably dressed, offered
+her sixpence to the moneytaker, while the two gentlemen were shaking
+hands; the example, it is needless to say, being set by Rufus. The old
+woman looked attentively at all that was visible of Mr. Farnaby--that
+is to say, at his eyes and his whiskers--by the gas-lamp hanging in the
+corridor. She instantly drew back, though she had got her ticket;
+waited until Mr. Farnaby had paid for his wife and himself, and then
+followed close behind them, into the hall.
+
+And why not? The advertisements addressed this wretched old creature as
+one of the poor and discontented public. Sixteen years ago, John
+Farnaby had put his own child into that woman's hands at Ramsgate, and
+had never seen either of them since.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+Entering the hall, Mr. Farnaby discovered without difficulty the
+position of modest retirement of which he was in search.
+
+The cheap seats were situated, as usual, on that part of the floor of
+the building which was farthest from the platform. A gallery at this
+end of the hall threw its shadow over the hindermost benches and the
+gangway by which they were approached. In the sheltering obscurity thus
+produced, Mr. Farnaby took his place; standing in the corner formed by
+the angle it which the two walls of the building met, with his dutiful
+wife at his side.
+
+Still following them, unnoticed in the crowd, the old woman stopped at
+the extremity of the hindermost bench, looked close at a
+smartly-dressed young man who occupied the last seat at the end, and
+who paid marked attention to a pretty girl sitting by him, and
+whispered in his ear, "Now then, Jervy! can't you make room for Mother
+Sowler?"
+
+The man started and looked round. "You here?" he exclaimed, with an
+oath.
+
+Before he could say more, Phoebe whispered to him on the other side,
+"What a horrid old creature! How did you ever come to know her?"
+
+At the same moment, Mrs. Sowler reiterated her request in more
+peremptory language. "Do you hear, Jervy--do you hear? Sit a little
+closer."
+
+Jervy apparently had his reasons for treating the expression of Mrs.
+Sowler's wishes with deference, shabby as she was. Making abundant
+apologies, he asked his neighbours to favour him by sitting a little
+nearer to each other, and so contrive to leave a morsel of vacant space
+at the edge of the bench.
+
+Phoebe, making room under protest, began to whisper again. "What does
+she mean by calling you Jervy? She looks like a beggar. Tell her your
+name is Jervis."
+
+The reply she received did not encourage her to say more. "Hold your
+tongue; I have reasons for being civil to her--you be civil too."
+
+He turned to Mrs. Sowler, with the readiest submission to
+circumstances. Under the surface of his showy looks and his vulgar
+facility of manner, there lay hidden a substance of callous villainy
+and impenetrable cunning. He had in him the materials out of which the
+clever murderers are made, who baffle the police. If he could have done
+it with impunity, he would have destroyed without remorse the squalid
+old creature who sat by him, and who knew enough of his past career in
+England to send him to penal servitude for life. As it was, he spoke to
+her with a spurious condescension and good humour. "Why, it must be ten
+years, Mrs. Sowler, since I last saw you! What have you been doing?"
+
+The woman frowned at him as she answered. "Can't you look at me, and
+see? Starving!" She eyed his gaudy watch and chain greedily. "Money
+don't seem to be scarce with you. Have you made your fortune in
+America?"
+
+He laid his hand on her arm, and pressed it warningly. "Hush!" he said,
+under his breath. "We'll talk about that, after the lecture." His
+bright shifty black eyes turned furtively towards Phoebe--and Mrs.
+Sowler noticed it. The girl's savings in service had paid for his
+jewelry and his fine clothes. She silently resented his rudeness in
+telling her to "hold her tongue"; sitting, sullen, with her impudent
+little nose in the air. Jervy tried to include her indirectly in his
+conversation with his shabby old friend. "This young lady," he said,
+"knows Mr. Goldenheart. She feels sure he'll break down; and we've come
+here to see the fun. I don't hold with Socialism myself--I am for, what
+my favourite newspaper calls, the Altar and the Throne. In short, my
+politics are Conservative."
+
+"Your politics are in your girl's pocket," muttered Mrs. Sowler. "How
+long will her money last?"
+
+Jervy turned a deaf ear to the interruption. "And what has brought you
+here?" he went on, in his most ingratiating way. "Did you see the
+advertisement in the papers?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler answered loud enough to be heard above the hum of talking
+in the sixpenny places. "I was having a drop of gin, and I saw the
+paper at the public-house. I'm one of the discontented poor. I hate
+rich people; and I'm ready to pay my sixpence to hear them abused."
+
+"Hear, hear!" said a man near, who looked like a shoemaker.
+
+"I hope he'll give it to the aristocracy," added one of the shoemaker's
+neighbours, apparently a groom out of place.
+
+"I'm sick of the aristocracy," cried a woman with a fiery face and a
+crushed bonnet. "It's them as swallows up the money. What business have
+they with their palaces and their parks, when my husband's out of work,
+and my children hungry at home?"
+
+The acquiescent shoemaker listened with admiration. "Very well put," he
+said; "very well put."
+
+These expressions of popular feeling reached the respectable ears of
+Mr. Farnaby. "Do you hear those wretches?" he said to his wife.
+
+Mrs. Farnaby seized the welcome opportunity of irritating him. "Poor
+things!" she answered. "In their place, we should talk as they do."
+
+"You had better go into the reserved seats," rejoined her husband,
+turning from her with a look of disgust. "There's plenty of room. Why
+do you stop here?"
+
+"I couldn't think of leaving you, my dear! How did you like my American
+friend?"
+
+"I am astonished at your taking the liberty of introducing him to me.
+You knew perfectly well that I was here incognito. What do I care about
+a wandering American?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby persisted as maliciously as ever. "Ah, but you see, I like
+him. The wandering American is my ally."
+
+"Your ally! What do you mean?"
+
+"Good heavens, how dull you are! don't you know that I object to my
+niece's marriage engagement? I was quite delighted when I heard of this
+lecture, because it's an obstacle in the way. It disgusts Regina, and
+it disgusts You--and my dear American is the man who first brought it
+about. Hush! here's Amelius. How well he looks! So graceful and so
+gentlemanlike," cried Mrs. Farnaby, signalling with her handkerchief to
+show Amelius their position in the hall. "I declare I'm ready to become
+a Socialist before he opens his lips!"
+
+The personal appearance of Amelius took the audience completely by
+surprise. A man who is young and handsome is not the order of man who
+is habitually associated in the popular mind with the idea of a
+lecture. After a moment of silence, there was a spontaneous burst of
+applause. It was renewed when Amelius, first placing on his table a
+little book, announced his intention of delivering the lecture
+extempore. The absence of the inevitable manuscript was in itself an
+act of mercy that cheered the public at starting.
+
+The orator of the evening began.
+
+"Ladies and gentlemen, thoughtful people accustomed to watch the signs
+of the times in this country, and among the other nations of Europe,
+are (so far as I know) agreed in the conclusion, that serious changes
+are likely to take place in present forms of government, and in
+existing systems of society, before the century in which we live has
+reached its end. In plain words, the next revolution is not so
+unlikely, and not so far off, as it pleases the higher and wealthier
+classes among European populations to suppose. I am one of those who
+believe that the coming convulsion will take the form, this time, of a
+social revolution, and that the man at the head of it will not be a
+military or a political man--but a Great Citizen, sprung from the
+people, and devoted heart and soul to the people's cause. Within the
+limits assigned to me to-night, it is impossible that I should speak to
+you of government and society among other nations, even if I possessed
+the necessary knowledge and experience to venture on so vast a subject.
+All that I can now attempt to do is (first) to point out some of the
+causes which are paving the way for a coming change in the social and
+political condition of this country; and (secondly) to satisfy you that
+the only trustworthy remedy for existing abuses is to be found in the
+system which Christian Socialism extracts from this little book on my
+table--the book which you all know under the name of The New Testament.
+Before, however, I enter on my task, I feel it a duty to say one
+preliminary word on the subject of my claim to address you, such as it
+is. I am most unwilling to speak of myself--but my position here forces
+me to do so. I am a stranger to all of you; and I am a very young man.
+Let me tell you, then, briefly, what my life has been, and where I have
+been brought up--and then decide for yourselves whether it is worth
+your while to favour me with your attention, or not."
+
+"A very good opening," remarked the shoemaker.
+
+"A nice-looking fellow," said the fiery-faced woman, "I should like to
+kiss him."
+
+"He's too civil by half," grumbled Mrs. Sowler; "I wish I had my
+sixpence back in my pocket."
+
+"Give him time." whispered Jervy, "and he'll warm up. I say, Phoebe, he
+doesn't begin like a man who is going to break down. I don't expect
+there will be much to laugh at to-night."
+
+"What an admirable speaker!" said Mrs. Farnaby to her husband. "Fancy
+such a man as that, being married to such an idiot as Regina!"
+
+"There's always a chance for him," returned Mr. Farnaby, savagely, "as
+long as he's not married to such a woman as You!"
+
+In the mean time, Amelius had claimed national kindred with his
+audience as an Englishman, and had rapidly sketched his life at Tadmor,
+in its most noteworthy points. This done, he put the question whether
+they would hear him. His frankness and freshness had already won the
+public: they answered by a general shout of applause.
+
+"Very well," Amelius proceeded, "now let us get on. Suppose we take a
+glance (we have no time to do more) at the present state of our
+religious system, first. What is the public aspect of the thing called
+Christianity, in the England of our day? A hundred different sects all
+at variance with each other. An established church, rent in every
+direction by incessant wrangling--disputes about black gowns or white;
+about having candlesticks on tables, or off tables; about bowing to the
+east or bowing to the west; about which doctrine collects the most
+respectable support and possesses the largest sum of money, the
+doctrine in my church, or the doctrine in your church, or the doctrine
+in the church over the way. Look up, if you like, from this
+multitudinous and incessant squabbling among the rank and file, to the
+high regions in which the right reverend representatives of state
+religion sit apart. Are they Christians? If they are, show me the
+Bishop who dare assert his Christianity in the House of Lords, when the
+ministry of the day happens to see its advantage in engaging in a war!
+Where is that Bishop, and how many supporters does he count among his
+own order? Do you blame me for using intemperate language--language
+which I cannot justify? Take a fair test, and try me by that. The
+result of the Christianity of the New Testament is to make men true,
+humane, gentle, modest, strictly scrupulous and strictly considerate in
+their dealings with their neighbours. Does the Christianity of the
+churches and the sects produce these results among us? Look at the
+staple of the country, at the occupation which employs the largest
+number of Englishmen of all degrees--Look at our Commerce. What is its
+social aspect, judged by the morality which is in this book in my hand?
+Let those organised systems of imposture, masquerading under the
+disguise of banks and companies, answer the question--there is no need
+for me to answer it. You know what respectable names are associated,
+year after year, with the shameless falsification of accounts, and the
+merciless ruin of thousands on thousands of victims. You know how our
+poor Indian customer finds his cotton-print dress a sham that falls to
+pieces; how the savage who deals honestly with us for his weapon finds
+his gun a delusion that bursts; how the half-starved needlewoman who
+buys her reel of thread finds printed on the label a false statement of
+the number of yards that she buys; you know that, in the markets of
+Europe, foreign goods are fast taking the place of English goods,
+because the foreigner is the most honest manufacturer of the two--and,
+lastly, you know, what is worse than all, that these cruel and wicked
+deceptions, and many more like them, are regarded, on the highest
+commercial authority, as 'forms of competition' and justifiable
+proceedings in trade. Do you believe in the honourable accumulation of
+wealth by men who hold such opinions and perpetrate such impostures as
+these? I don't! Do you find any brighter and purer prospect when you
+look down from the man who deceives you and me on the great scale, to
+the man who deceives us on the small? I don't! Everything we eat,
+drink, and wear is a more or less adulterated commodity; and that very
+adulteration is sold to us by the tradesmen at such outrageous prices,
+that we are obliged to protect ourselves on the Socialist principle, by
+setting up cooperative shops of our own. Wait! and hear me out, before
+you applaud. Don't mistake the plain purpose of what I am saying to
+you; and don't suppose that I am blind to the brighter side of the dark
+picture that I have drawn. Look within the limits of private life, and
+you will find true Christians, thank God, among clergymen and laymen
+alike; you will find men and women who deserve to be called, in the
+highest sense of the word, disciples of Christ. But my business is not
+with private life--my business is with the present public aspect of the
+religion, morals, and politics of this country; and again I say it,
+that aspect presents one wide field of corruption and abuse, and
+reveals a callous and shocking insensibility on the part of the nation
+at large to the spectacle of its own demoralisation and disgrace."
+
+There Amelius paused, and took his first drink of water.
+
+Reserved seats at public performances seem, by some curious affinity,
+to be occupied by reserved persons. The select public, seated nearest
+to the orator, preserved discreet silence. But the hearty applause from
+the sixpenny places made ample amends. There was enough of the
+lecturer's own vehemence and impetuosity in this opening
+attack--sustained as it undeniably was by a sound foundation of
+truth--to appeal strongly to the majority of his audience. Mrs. Sowler
+began to think that her sixpence had been well laid out, after all; and
+Mrs. Farnaby pointed the direct application to her husband of all the
+hardest hits at commerce, by nodding her head at him as they were
+delivered.
+
+Amelius went on.
+
+"The next thing we have to discover is this: Will our present system of
+government supply us with peaceable means for the reform of the abuses
+which I have already noticed? not forgetting that other enormous abuse,
+represented by our intolerable national expenditure, increasing with
+every year. Unless you insist on it, I do not propose to waste our
+precious time by saying anything about the House of Lords, for three
+good reasons. In the first place, that assembly is not elected by the
+people, and it has therefore no right of existence in a really free
+country. In the second place, out of its four hundred and eighty-five
+members, no less than one hundred and eighty-four directly profit by
+the expenditure of the public money; being in the annual receipt, under
+one pretence or another, of more than half a million sterling. In the
+third place, if the assembly of the Commons has in it the will, as well
+as the capacity, to lead the way in the needful reforms, the assembly
+of the Lords has no alternative but to follow, or to raise the
+revolution which it only escaped, by a hair's-breadth, some forty years
+since. What do you say? Shall we waste our time in speaking of the
+House of Lords?"
+
+Loud cries from the sixpenny benches answered No; the ostler and the
+fiery-faced woman being the most vociferous of all. Here and there,
+certain dissentient individuals raised a little hiss--led by Jervy, in
+the interests of "the Altar and the Throne."
+
+Amelius resumed.
+
+"Well, will the House of Commons help us to get purer Christianity, and
+cheaper government, by lawful and sufficient process of reform? Let me
+again remind you that this assembly has the power--if it has the will.
+Is it so constituted at present as to have the will? There is the
+question! The number of members is a little over six hundred and fifty.
+Out of this muster, one fifth only represent (or pretend to represent)
+the trading interests of the country. As for the members charged with
+the interests of the working class, they are more easily counted
+still--they are two in number! Then, in heaven's name (you will ask),
+what interest does the majority of members in this assembly represent?
+There is but one answer--the military and aristocratic interest. In
+these days of the decay of representative institutions, the House of
+Commons has become a complete misnomer. The Commons are not
+represented; modern members belong to classes of the community which
+have really no interest in providing for popular needs and lightening
+popular burdens. In one word, there is no sort of hope for us in the
+House of Commons. And whose fault is this? I own it with shame and
+sorrow--it is emphatically the fault of the people. Yes, I say to you
+plainly, it is the disgrace and the peril of England that the people
+themselves have elected the representative assembly which ignores the
+people's wants! You voters, in town and county alike, have had every
+conceivable freedom and encouragement secured to you in the exercise of
+your sacred trust--and there is the modern House of Commons to prove
+that you are thoroughly unworthy of it!"
+
+These bold words produced an outbreak of disapprobation from the
+audience, which, for the moment, completely overpowered the speaker's
+voice. They were prepared to listen with inexhaustible patience to the
+enumeration of their virtues and their wrongs--but they had not paid
+sixpence each to be informed of the vicious and contemptible part which
+they play in modern politics. They yelled and groaned and hissed--and
+felt that their handsome young lecturer had insulted them!
+
+Amelius waited quietly until the disturbance had worn itself out.
+
+"I am sorry I have made you angry with me," he said, smiling. "The
+blame for this little disturbance really rests with the public speakers
+who are afraid of you and who flatter you--especially if you belong to
+the working classes. You are not accustomed to have the truth told you
+to your faces. Why, my good friends, the people in this country, who
+are unworthy of the great trust which the wise and generous English
+constitution places in their hands, are so numerous that they can be
+divided into distinct classes! There is the highly-educated class which
+despairs, and holds aloof. There is the class beneath--without
+self-respect, and therefore without public spirit--which can be bribed
+indirectly, by the gift of a place, by the concession of a lease, even
+by an invitation to a party at a great house which includes the wives
+and the daughters. And there is the lower class still--mercenary,
+corrupt, shameless to the marrow of its bones--which sells itself and
+its liberties for money and drink. When I began this discourse, and
+adverted to great changes that are to come, I spoke of them as
+revolutionary changes. Am I an alarmist? Do I unjustly ignore the
+capacity for peaceable reformation which has preserved modern England
+from revolutions, thus far? God forbid that I should deny the truth, or
+that I should alarm you without need! But history tells me, if I look
+no farther back than to the first French Revolution, that there are
+social and political corruptions, which strike their roots in a nation
+so widely and so deeply, that no force short of the force of a
+revolutionary convulsion can tear them up and cast them away. And I do
+personally fear (and older and wiser men than I agree with me), that
+the corruptions at which I have only been able to hint, in this brief
+address, are fast extending themselves--in England, as well as in
+Europe generally--beyond the reach of that lawful and bloodless reform
+which has served us so well in past years. Whether I am mistaken in
+this view (and I hope with all my heart it may be so), or whether
+events yet in the future will prove that I am right, the remedy in
+either case, the one sure foundation on which a permanent, complete,
+and worthy reformation can be built--whether it prevents a convulsion
+or whether it follows a convulsion--is only to be found within the
+covers of this book. Do not, I entreat you, suffer yourselves to be
+persuaded by those purblind philosophers who assert that the divine
+virtue of Christianity is a virtue which is wearing out with the lapse
+of time. It is the abuse and corruption of Christianity that is wearing
+out--as all falsities and all impostures must and do wear out. Never,
+since Christ and his apostles first showed men the way to be better and
+happier, have the nations stood in sorer need of a return to that
+teaching, in its pristine purity and simplicity, than now! Never, more
+certainly than at this critical time, was it the interest as well as
+the duty of mankind to turn a deaf ear to the turmoil of false
+teachers, and to trust in that all-wise and all-merciful Voice which
+only ceased to exalt, console, and purify humanity, when it expired in
+darkness under the torture of the cross! Are these the wild words of an
+enthusiast? Is this the dream of an earthly Paradise in which it is
+sheer folly to believe? I can tell you of one existing community (one
+among others) which numbers some hundreds of persons; and which has
+found prosperity and happiness, by reducing the whole art and mystery
+of government to the simple solution set forth in the New
+Testament--fear God, and love thy neighbour as thyself."
+
+By these gradations Amelius arrived at the second of the two parts into
+which he had divided his address.
+
+He now repeated, at greater length and with a more careful choice of
+language, the statement of the religious and social principles of the
+Community at Tadmor, which he had already addressed to his two
+fellow-travellers on the voyage to England. While he confined himself
+to plain narrative, describing a mode of life which was entirely new to
+his hearers, he held the attention of the audience. But when he began
+to argue the question of applying Christian Socialism to the government
+of large populations as well as small--when he inquired logically
+whether what he had proved to be good for some hundreds of persons was
+not also good for some thousands, and, conceding that, for some
+hundreds of thousands, and so on until he had arrived, by dint of sheer
+argument, at the conclusion that what had succeeded at Tadmor must
+necessarily succeed on a fair trial in London--then the public interest
+began to flag. People remembered their coughs and colds, and talked in
+whispers, and looked about them with a vague feeling of relief in
+staring at each other. Mrs. Sowler, hitherto content with furtively
+glancing at Mr. Farnaby from time to time, now began to look at him
+more boldly, as he stood in his corner with his eyes fixed sternly on
+the platform at the other end of the hall. He too began to feel that
+the lecture was changing its tone. It was no longer the daring outbreak
+which he had come to hear, as his sufficient justification (if
+necessary) for forbidding Amelius to enter his house. "I have had
+enough of it," he said, suddenly turning to his wife, "let us go."
+
+If Mrs. Farnaby could have been forewarned that she was standing in
+that assembly of strangers, not as one of themselves, but as a woman
+with a formidable danger hanging over her head--or if she had only
+happened to look towards Phoebe, and had felt a passing reluctance to
+submit herself to the possibly insolent notice of a discharged
+servant--she might have gone out with her husband, and might have so
+escaped the peril that had been lying in wait for her, from the fatal
+moment when she first entered the hall. As it was she refused to move.
+"You forget the public discussion," she said. "Wait and see what sort
+of fight Amelius makes of it when the lecture is over."
+
+She spoke loud enough to be heard by some of the people seated nearest
+to her. Phoebe, critically examining the dresses of the few ladies in
+the reserved seats, twisted round on the bench, and noticed for the
+first time the presence of Mr. and Mrs. Farnaby in their dim corner.
+"Look!" she whispered to Jervy, "there's the wretch who turned me out
+of her house without a character, and her husband with her."
+
+Jervy looked round, in his turn, a little doubtful of the accuracy of
+his sweetheart's information. "Surely they wouldn't come to the
+sixpenny places," he said. "Are you certain it's Mr. and Mrs. Farnaby?"
+
+He spoke in cautiously-lowered tones; but Mrs. Sowler had seen him look
+back at the lady and gentleman in the corner, and was listening
+attentively to catch the first words that fell from his lips.
+
+"Which is Mr. Farnaby?" she asked.
+
+"The man in the corner there, with the white silk wrapper over his
+mouth, and his hat down to his eyebrows."
+
+Mrs. Sowler looked round for a moment--to make sure that Jervy's man
+and her man were one and the same.
+
+"Farnaby?" she muttered to herself, in the tone of a person who heard
+the name for the first time. She considered a little, and leaning
+across Jervy, addressed herself to his companion. "My dear," she
+whispered, "did that gentleman ever go by the name of Morgan, and have
+his letters addressed to the George and Dragon, in Tooley-street?"
+
+Phoebe lifted her eyebrows with a look of contemptuous surprise, which
+was an answer in itself. "Fancy the great Mr. Farnaby going by an
+assumed name, and having his letters addressed to a public-house!" she
+said to Jervy.
+
+Mrs. Sowler asked no more questions. She relapsed into muttering to
+herself, under her breath. "His whiskers have turned gray, to be
+sure--but I know his eyes again; I'll take my oath to it, there's no
+mistaking _his_ eyes!" She suddenly appealed to Jervy. "Is Mr. Farnaby
+rich?" she asked.
+
+"Rolling in riches!" was the answer.
+
+"Where does he live?"
+
+Jervy was cautious how he replied to that; he consulted Phoebe. "Shall
+I tell her?"
+
+Phoebe answered petulantly, "I'm turned out of the house; I don't care
+what you tell her!"
+
+Jervy again addressed the old woman, still keeping his information in
+reserve. "Why do you want to know where he lives?"
+
+"He owes me money," said Mrs. Sowler.
+
+Jervy looked hard at her, and emitted a long low whistle, expressive of
+blank amazement. The persons near, annoyed by the incessant whispering,
+looked round irritably, and insisted on silence. Jervy ventured
+nevertheless on a last interruption. "You seem to be tired of this," he
+remarked to Phoebe; "let's go and get some oysters." She rose directly.
+Jervy tapped Mrs. Sowler on the shoulder, as they passed her. "Come and
+have some supper," he said; "I'll stand treat."
+
+The three were necessarily noticed by their neighbours as they passed
+out. Mrs. Farnaby discovered Phoebe--when it was too late. Mr. Farnaby
+happened to look first at the old woman. Sixteen years of squalid
+poverty effectually disguised her, in that dim light. He only looked
+away again, and said to his wife impatiently, "Let us go too!"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby was still obstinate. "You can go if you like," she said;
+"I shall stay here."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+"Three dozen oysters, bread-and-butter, and bottled stout; a private
+room and a good fire." Issuing these instructions, on his arrival at
+the tavern, Jervy was surprised by a sudden act of interference on the
+part of his venerable guest. Mrs. Sowler actually took it on herself to
+order her own supper!
+
+"Nothing cold to eat or drink for me," she said. "Morning and night,
+waking and sleeping, I can't keep myself warm. See for yourself, Jervy,
+how I've lost flesh since you first knew me! A steak, broiling hot from
+the gridiron, and gin-and-water, hotter still--that's the supper for
+me."
+
+"Take the order, waiter," said Jervy, resignedly; "and let us see the
+private room."
+
+The tavern was of the old-fashioned English sort, which scorns to learn
+a lesson of brightness and elegance from France. The private room can
+only be described as a museum for the exhibition of dirt in all its
+varieties. Behind the bars of the rusty little grate a dying fire was
+drawing its last breath. Mrs. Sowler clamoured for wood and coals;
+revived the fire with her own hands; and seated herself shivering as
+close to the fender as the chair would go. After a while, the composing
+effect of the heat began to make its influence felt: the head of the
+half-starved wretch sank: a species of stupor overcame her--half
+faintness, and half sleep.
+
+Phoebe and her sweetheart sat together, waiting the appearance of the
+supper, on a little sofa at the other end of the room. Having certain
+objects to gain, Jervy put his arm round her waist, and looked and
+spoke in his most insinuating manner.
+
+"Try and put up with Mother Sowler for an hour or two," he said. "My
+sweet girl, I know she isn't fit company for you! But how can I turn my
+back on an old friend?"
+
+"That's just what surprises me," Phoebe answered. "I don't understand
+such a person being a friend of yours."
+
+Always ready with the necessary lie, whenever the occasion called for
+it, Jervy invented a pathetic little story, in two short parts. First
+part: Mrs. Sowler, rich and respected; a widow inhabiting a
+villa-residence, and riding in her carriage. Second part: a villainous
+lawyer; misplaced confidence; reckless investments; death of the
+villain; ruin of Mrs. Sowler. "Don't talk about her misfortunes when
+she wakes," Jervy concluded, "or she'll burst out crying, to a dead
+certainty. Only tell me, dear Phoebe, would _you_ turn your back on a
+forlorn old creature because she has outlived all her other friends,
+and hasn't a farthing left in the world? Poor as I am, I can help her
+to a supper, at any rate."
+
+Phoebe expressed her admiration of these noble sentiments by an
+inexpensive ebullition of tenderness, which failed to fulfill Jervy's
+private anticipations. He had aimed straight at her purse--and he had
+only hit her heart! He tried a broad hint next. "I wonder whether I
+shall have a shilling or two left to give Mrs. Sowler, when I have paid
+for the supper?" He sighed, and pulled out some small change, and
+looked at it in eloquent silence. Phoebe was hit in the right place at
+last. She handed him her purse. "What is mine will be yours, when we
+are married," she said; "why not now?" Jervy expressed his sense of
+obligation with the promptitude of a grateful man; he repeated those
+precious words, "My sweet girl!" Phoebe laid her head on his
+shoulder--and let him kiss her, and enjoyed it in silent ecstasy with
+half-closed eyes. The scoundrel waited and watched her, until she was
+completely under his influence. Then, and not till then, he risked the
+gradual revelation of the purpose which had induced him to withdraw
+from the hall, before the proceedings of the evening had reached their
+end.
+
+"Did you hear what Mrs. Sowler said to me, just before we left the
+lecture?" he asked.
+
+"No, dear."
+
+"You remember that she asked me to tell her Farnaby's address?"
+
+"Oh yes! And she wanted to know if he had ever gone by the name of
+Morgan. Ridiculous--wasn't it?"
+
+"I'm not so sure of that, my dear. She told me, in so many words, that
+Farnaby owed her money. He didn't make his fortune all at once, I
+suppose. How do we know what he might have done in his young days, or
+how he might have humbugged a feeble woman. Wait till our friend there
+at the fire has warmed her old bones with some hot grog--and I'll find
+out something more about Farnaby's debt."
+
+"Why, dear? What is it to you?"
+
+Jervy reflected for a moment, and decided that the time had come to
+speak more plainly.
+
+"In the first place," he said, "it would only be an act of common
+humanity, on my part, to help Mrs. Sowler to get her money. You see
+that, don't you? Very well. Now, I am no Socialist, as you are aware;
+quite the contrary. At the same time, I am a remarkably just man; and I
+own I was struck by what Mr. Goldenheart said about the uses to which
+wealthy people are put, by the Rules at Tadmor. 'The man who has got
+the money is bound, by the express law of Christian morality, to use it
+in assisting the man who has got none.' Those were his words, as nearly
+as I can remember them. He put it still more strongly afterwards; he
+said, 'A man who hoards up a large fortune, from a purely selfish
+motive--either because he is a miser, or because he looks only to the
+aggrandisement of his own family after his death--is, in either case,
+an essentially unchristian person, who stands in manifest need of
+enlightenment and control by Christian law.' And then, if you remember,
+some of the people murmured; and Mr. Goldenheart stopped them by
+reading a line from the New Testament, which said exactly what he had
+been saying--only in fewer words. Now, my dear girl, Farnaby seems to
+me to be one of the many people pointed at in this young gentleman's
+lecture. Judging by looks, I should say he was a hard man."
+
+"That's just what he is--hard as iron! Looks at his servants as if they
+were dirt under his feet; and never speaks a kind word to them from one
+year's end to another."
+
+"Suppose I guess again? He's not particularly free-handed with his
+money--is he?"
+
+"He! He will spend anything on himself and his grandeur; but he never
+gave away a halfpenny in his life."
+
+Jervy pointed to the fireplace, with a burst of virtuous indignation.
+"And there's that poor old soul starving for want of the money he owes
+her! Damn it, I agree with the Socialists; it's a virtue to make that
+sort of man bleed. Look at you and me! We are the very people he ought
+to help--we might be married at once, if we only knew where to find a
+little money. I've seen a deal of the world, Phoebe; and my experience
+tells me there's something about that debt of Farnaby's which he
+doesn't want to have known. Why shouldn't we screw a few five-pound
+notes for ourselves out of the rich miser's fears?"
+
+Phoebe was cautious. "It's against the law--ain't it?" she said.
+
+"Trust me to keep clear of the law," Jervy answered. "I won't stir in
+the matter till I know for certain that he daren't take the police into
+his confidence. It will be all easy enough when we are once sure of
+that. You have been long enough in the family to find out Farnaby's
+weak side. Would it do, if we got at him, to begin with, through his
+wife?"
+
+Phoebe suddenly reddened to the roots of her hair. "Don't talk to me
+about his wife!" she broke out fiercely; "I've got a day of reckoning
+to come with that lady--" She looked at Jervy and checked herself. He
+was watching her with an eager curiosity, which not even his ready
+cunning was quick enough to conceal.
+
+"I wouldn't intrude on your little secrets, darling, for the world!" he
+said, in his most persuasive tones. "But, if you want advice, you know
+that I am heart and soul at your service."
+
+Phoebe looked across the room at Mrs. Sowler, still nodding over the
+fire.
+
+"Never mind now," she said; "I don't think it's a matter for a man to
+advise about--it's between Mrs. Farnaby and me. Do what you like with
+her husband; I don't care; he's a brute, and I hate him. But there's
+one thing I insist on--I won't have Miss Regina frightened or annoyed;
+mind that! She's a good creature. There, read the letter she wrote to
+me yesterday, and judge for yourself."
+
+Jervy looked at the letter. It was not very long. He resignedly took
+upon himself the burden of reading it.
+
+
+"DEAR PHOEBE,
+
+"Don't be downhearted. I am your friend always, and I will help you to
+get another place. I am sorry to say that it was indeed Mrs. Ormond who
+found us out that day. She had her suspicions, and she watched us, and
+told my aunt. This she owned to me with her own lips. She said, 'I
+would do anything, my dear, to save you from an ill-assorted marriage.'
+I am very wretched about it, because I can never look on her as my
+friend again. My aunt, as you know, is of Mrs. Ormond's way of
+thinking. You must make allowances for her hot temper. Remember, out of
+your kindness towards me, you had been secretly helping forward the
+very thing which she was most anxious to prevent. That made her very
+angry; but, never fear, she will come round in time. If you don't want
+to spend your little savings, while you are waiting for another
+situation, let me know. A share of my pocket-money is always at your
+service.
+
+"Your friend,
+
+"REGINA."
+
+
+"Very nice indeed," said Jervy, handing the letter back, and yawning as
+he did it. "And convenient, too, if we run short of money. Ah, here's
+the waiter with the supper, at last! Now, Mrs. Sowler, there's a time
+for everything--it's time to wake up."
+
+He lifted the old woman off her chair, and settled her before the
+table, like a child. The sight of the hot food and drink roused her to
+a tigerish activity. She devoured the meat with her eyes as well as her
+teeth; she drank the hot gin-and-water in fierce gulps, and set down
+the glass with audible gasps of relief. "Another one," she cried, "and
+I shall begin to feel warm again!"
+
+Jervy, watching her from the opposite side of the table, with Phoebe
+close by him as usual, had his own motives for encouraging her to talk,
+by the easy means of encouraging her to drink. He sent for another
+glass of the hot grog. Phoebe, daintily picking up her oysters with her
+fork, affected to be shocked at Mrs. Sowler's coarse method of eating
+and drinking. She kept her eyes on her plate, and only consented to
+taste malt liquor under modest protest. When Jervy lit a cigar, after
+finishing his supper, she reminded him, in an impressively genteel
+manner, of the consideration which he owed to the presence of an
+elderly lady. "I like it myself, dear," she said mincingly; "but
+perhaps Mrs. Sowler objects to the smell?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler burst into a hoarse laugh. "Do I look as if I was likely to
+be squeamish about smells?" she asked, with the savage contempt for her
+own poverty, which was one of the dangerous elements in her character.
+"See the place I live in, young woman, and then talk about smells if
+you like!"
+
+This was indelicate. Phoebe picked a last oyster out of its shell, and
+kept her eyes modestly fixed on her plate. Observing that the second
+glass of gin-and-water was fast becoming empty, Jervy risked the first
+advances, on his way to Mrs. Sowler's confidence.
+
+"About that debt of Farnaby's?" he began. "Is it a debt of long
+standing?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler was on her guard. In other words, Mrs. Sowler's head was
+only assailable by hot grog, when hot grog was administered in large
+quantities. She said it was a debt of long standing, and she said no
+more.
+
+"Has it been standing seven years?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler emptied her glass, and looked hard at Jervy across the
+table. "My memory isn't good for much, at my time of life." She gave
+him that answer, and she gave him no more.
+
+Jervy yielded with his best grace. "Try a third glass," he said;
+"there's luck, you know, in odd numbers."
+
+Mrs. Sowler met this advance in the spirit in which it was made. She
+was obliging enough to consult her memory, even before the third glass
+made its appearance. "Seven years, did you say?" she repeated. "More
+than twice seven years, Jervy! What do you think of that?"
+
+Jervy wasted no time in thinking. He went on with his questions.
+
+"Are you quite sure that the man I pointed out to you, at the lecture,
+is the same man who went by the name of Morgan, and had his letters
+addressed to the public-house?"
+
+"Quite sure. I'd swear to him anywhere--only by his eyes."
+
+"And have you never yet asked him to pay the debt?"
+
+"How could I ask him, when I never knew what his name was till you told
+me to-night?"
+
+"What amount of money does he owe you?"
+
+Whether Mrs. Sowler had her mind prophetically fixed on a fourth glass
+of grog, or whether she thought it time to begin asking questions on
+her own account, is not easy to say. Whatever her motive might be, she
+slyly shook her head, and winked at Jervy. "The money's my business,"
+she remarked. "You tell me where he lives--and I'll make him pay me."
+
+Jervy was equal to the occasion. "You won't do anything of the sort,"
+he said.
+
+Mrs. Sowler laughed defiantly. "So you think, my fine fellow!"
+
+"I don't think at all, old lady--I'm certain. In the first place,
+Farnaby don't owe you the debt by law, after seven years. In the second
+place, just look at yourself in the glass there. Do you think the
+servants will let you in, when you knock at Farnaby's door? You want a
+clever fellow to help you--or you'll never recover that debt."
+
+Mrs. Sowler was accessible to reason (even half-way through her third
+glass of grog), when reason was presented to her in convincing terms.
+She came to the point at once. "How much do you want?" she asked.
+
+"Nothing," Jervy answered; "I don't look to _you_ to pay my
+commission."
+
+Mrs. Sowler reflected a little--and understood him. "Say that again,"
+she insisted, "in the presence of your young woman as witness."
+
+Jervy touched his young woman's hand under the table, warning her to
+make no objection, and to leave it to him. Having declared for the
+second time that he would not take a farthing from Mrs. Sowler, he went
+on with his inquiries.
+
+"I'm acting in your interests, Mother Sowler," he said; "and you'll be
+the loser, if you don't answer my questions patiently, and tell me the
+truth. I want to go back to the debt. What is it for?"
+
+"For six weeks' keep of a child, at ten shillings a week."
+
+Phoebe looked up from her plate.
+
+"Whose child?" Jervy asked, noticing the sudden movement.
+
+"Morgan's child--the same man you said was Farnaby."
+
+"Do you know who the mother was?"
+
+"I wish I did! I should have got the money out of her long ago."
+
+Jervy stole a look at Phoebe. She had turned pale; she was listening,
+with her eyes riveted on Mrs. Sowler's ugly face.
+
+"How long ago was it?" Jervy went on.
+
+"Better than sixteen years."
+
+"Did Farnaby himself give you the child?"
+
+"With his own hands, over the garden-paling of a house at Ramsgate. He
+saw me and the child into the train for London. I had ten pounds from
+him, and no more. He promised to see me, and settle everything, in a
+month's time. I have never set eyes on him from that day, till I saw
+him paying his money this evening at the door of the hall."
+
+Jervy stole another look at Phoebe. She was still perfectly unconscious
+that he was observing her. Her attention was completely absorbed by
+Mrs. Sowler's replies. Speculating on the possible result, Jervy
+abandoned the question of the debt, and devoted his next inquiries to
+the subject of the child.
+
+"I promise you every farthing of your money, Mother Sowler," he said,
+"with interest added to it. How old was the child when Farnaby gave it
+to you?"
+
+"Old? Not a week old, I should say!"
+
+"Not a week old?" Jervy repeated, with his eye on Phoebe. "Dear, dear
+me, a newborn baby, one may say!"
+
+The girl's excitement was fast getting beyond control. She leaned
+across the table, in her eagerness to hear more.
+
+"And how long was this poor child under your care?" Jervy went on.
+
+"How can I tell you, at this distance of time? For some months, I
+should say. This I'm certain of--I kept it for six good weeks after the
+ten pounds he gave me were spent. And then--" she stopped, and looked
+at Phoebe.
+
+"And then you got rid of it?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler felt for Jervy's foot under the table, and gave it a
+significant kick. "I have done nothing to be ashamed of, miss," she
+said, addressing her answer defiantly to Phoebe. "Being too poor to
+keep the little dear myself, I placed it under the care of a good lady,
+who adopted it."
+
+Phoebe could restrain herself no longer. She burst out with the next
+question, before Jervy could open his lips.
+
+"Do you know where the lady is now?"
+
+"No," said Mrs. Sowler shortly; "I don't."
+
+"Do you know where to find the child?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler slowly stirred up the remains of her grog. "I know no more
+than you do. Any more questions, miss?"
+
+Phoebe's excitement completely blinded her to the evident signs of a
+change in Mrs. Sowler's temper for the worse. She went on headlong.
+
+"Have you never seen the child since you gave her to the lady?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler set down her glass, just as she was raising it to her lips.
+Jervy paused, thunderstruck, in the act of lighting a second cigar.
+
+_"Her?"_ Mrs. Sowler repeated slowly, her eyes fixed on Phoebe with a
+lowering expression of suspicion and surprise. "Her?" She turned to
+Jervy. "Did you ask me if the child was a girl or a boy?"
+
+"I never even thought of it," Jervy replied.
+
+"Did I happen to say it myself, without being asked?"
+
+Jervy deliberately abandoned Phoebe to the implacable old wretch,
+before whom she had betrayed herself. It was the only likely way of
+forcing the girl to confess everything. "No," he answered; "you never
+said it without being asked."
+
+Mrs. Sowler turned once more to Phoebe. "How do you know the child was
+a girl?" she inquired.
+
+Phoebe trembled, and said nothing. She sat with her head down, and her
+hands, fast clasped together, resting on her lap.
+
+"Might I ask, if you please," Mrs. Sowler proceeded, with a ferocious
+assumption of courtesy, "how old you are, miss? You're young enough and
+pretty enough not to mind answering to your age, I'm sure."
+
+Even Jervy's villainous experience of the world failed to forewarn him
+of what was coming. Phoebe, it is needless to say, instantly fell into
+the trap.
+
+"Twenty-four," she replied, "next birthday."
+
+"And the child was put into my hands, sixteen years ago," said Mrs.
+Sowler. "Take sixteen from twenty-four, and eight remains. I'm more
+surprised than ever, miss, at your knowing it to be a girl. It couldn't
+have been your child--could it?"
+
+Phoebe started to her feet, in a state of fury. "Do you hear that?" she
+cried, appealing to Jervy. "How dare you bring me here to be insulted
+by that drunken wretch?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler rose, on her side. The old savage snatched up her empty
+glass--intending to throw it at Phoebe. At the same moment, the ready
+Jervy caught her by the arm, dragged her out of the room, and shut the
+door behind them.
+
+There was a bench on the landing outside. He pushed Mrs. Sowler down on
+the bench with one hand, and took Phoebe's purse out of his pocket with
+the other. "Here's a pound," he said, "towards the recovery of that
+debt of yours. Go home quietly, and meet me at the door of this house
+tomorrow evening, at six."
+
+Mrs. Sowler, opening her lips to protest, suddenly closed them again,
+fascinated by the sight of the gold. She clutched the coin, and became
+friendly and familiar in a moment. "Help me downstairs, deary," she
+said, "and put me into a cab. I'm afraid of the night air."
+
+"One word more, before I put you into a cab," said Jervy. "What did you
+really do with the child?"
+
+Mrs. Sowler grinned hideously, and whispered her reply, in the
+strictest confidence.
+
+"Sold her to Moll Davies, for five-and-sixpence."
+
+"Who was Moll Davis?"
+
+"A cadger."
+
+"And you really know nothing now of Moll Davis or the child?"
+
+"Should I want you to help me if I did?" Mrs. Sowler asked
+contemptuously. "They may be both dead and buried, for all I know to
+the contrary."
+
+Jervy put her into the cab, without further delay. "Now for the other
+one!" he said to himself, as he hurried back to the private room.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+Some men would have found it no easy task to console Phoebe, under the
+circumstances. Jervy had the immense advantage of not feeling the
+slightest sympathy for her: he was in full command of his large
+resources of fluent assurance and ready flattery. In less than five
+minutes, Phoebe's tears were dried, and her lover had his arm round her
+waist again, in the character of a cherished and forgiven man.
+
+"Now, my angel!" he said (Phoebe sighed tenderly; he had never called
+her his angel before), "tell me all about it in confidence. Only let me
+know the facts, and I shall see my way to protecting you against any
+annoyance from Mrs. Sowler in the future. You have made a very
+extraordinary discovery. Come closer to me, my dear girl. Did it happen
+in Farnaby's house?"
+
+"I heard it in the kitchen," said Phoebe.
+
+Jervy started. "Did any one else hear it?" he asked.
+
+"No. They were all in the housekeeper's room, looking at the Indian
+curiosities which her son in Canada had sent to her. I had left my bird
+on the dresser--and I ran into the kitchen to put the cage in a safe
+place, being afraid of the cat. One of the swinging windows in the
+skylight was open; and I heard voices in the back room above, which is
+Mrs. Farnaby's room."
+
+"Whose voices did you hear?"
+
+"Mrs. Farnaby's voice, and Mr. Goldenheart's."
+
+"Mrs. Farnaby?" Jervy repeated, in surprise. "Are you sure it was
+_Mrs.?"_
+
+"Of course I am! Do you think I don't know that horrid woman's voice?
+She was saying a most extraordinary thing when I first heard her--she
+was asking if there was anything wrong in showing her naked foot. And a
+man answered, and the voice was Mr. Goldenheart's. You would have felt
+curious to hear more, if you had been in my place, wouldn't you? I
+opened the second window in the kitchen, so as to make sure of not
+missing anything. And what do you think I heard her say?"
+
+"You mean Mrs. Farnaby?"
+
+"Yes. I heard her say, 'Look at my right foot--you see there's nothing
+the matter with it.' And then, after a while, she said, 'Look at my
+left foot--look between the third toe and the fourth.' Did you ever
+hear of such a audacious thing for a married woman to say to a young
+man?"
+
+"Go on! go on! What did _he_ say?"
+
+"Nothing; I suppose he was looking at her foot."
+
+"Her left foot?"
+
+"Yes. Her left foot was nothing to be proud of, I can tell you! By her
+own account, she has some horrid deformity in it, between the third toe
+and the fourth. No; I didn't hear her say what the deformity was. I
+only heard her call it so--and she said her 'poor darling' was born
+with the same fault, and that was her defence against being imposed
+upon by rogues--I remember the very words--'in the past days when I
+employed people to find her.' Yes! she said _'her.'_ I heard it
+plainly. And she talked afterwards of her 'poor lost daughter', who
+might be still living somewhere, and wondering who her mother was.
+Naturally enough, when I heard that hateful old drunkard talking about
+a child given to her by Mr. Farnaby, I put two and two together. Dear
+me, how strangely you look! What's wrong with you?"
+
+"I'm only very much interested--that's all. But there's one thing I
+don't understand. What had Mr. Goldenheart to do with all this?"
+
+"Didn't I tell you?"
+
+"No."
+
+"Well, then, I tell you now. Mrs. Farnaby is not only a heartless
+wretch, who turns a poor girl out of her situation, and refuses to give
+her a character--she's a fool besides. That precious exhibition of her
+nasty foot was to inform Mr. Goldenheart of something she wanted him to
+know. If he happened to meet with a girl, in his walks or his travels,
+and if he found that she had the same deformity in the same foot, then
+he might know for certain--"
+
+"All right! I understand. But why Mr. Goldenheart?"
+
+"Because she had a dream that Mr. Goldenheart had found the lost girl,
+and because she thought there was one chance in a hundred that her
+dream might come true! Did you ever hear of such a fool before? From
+what I could make out, I believe she actually cried about it. And that
+same woman turns me into the street to be ruined, for all she knows or
+cares. Mind this! I would have kept her secret--it was no business of
+mine, after all--if she had behaved decently to me. As it is, I mean to
+be even with her; and what I heard down in the kitchen is more than
+enough to help me to it. I'll expose her somehow--I don't quite know
+how; but that will come with time. You will keep the secret, dear, I'm
+sure. We are soon to have all our secrets in common, when we are man
+and wife, ain't we? Why, you're not listening to me! What _is_ the
+matter with you?"
+
+Jervy suddenly looked up. His soft insinuating manner had vanished; he
+spoke roughly and impatiently.
+
+"I want to know something. Has Farnaby's wife got money of her own?"
+
+Phoebe's mind was still disturbed by the change in her lover. "You
+speak as if you were angry with me," she said.
+
+Jervy recovered his insinuating tones, with some difficulty. "My dear
+girl, I love you! How can I be angry with you? You've set me
+thinking--and it bothers me a little, that's all. Do you happen to know
+if Mrs. Farnaby has got money of her own?"
+
+Phoebe answered this time. "I've heard Miss Regina say that Mrs.
+Farnaby's father was a rich man," she said.
+
+"What was his name?"
+
+"Ronald."
+
+"Do you know when he died?"
+
+"No."
+
+Jervy fell into thought again, biting his nails in great perplexity.
+After a moment or two, an idea came to him. "The tombstone will tell
+me!" he exclaimed, speaking to himself. He turned to Phoebe, before she
+could express her surprise, and asked if she knew where Mr. Ronald was
+buried.
+
+"Yes," said Phoebe, "I've heard that. In Highgate cemetery. But why do
+you want to know?"
+
+Jervy looked at his watch. "It's getting late," he said; "I'll see you
+safe home."
+
+"But I want to know--"
+
+"Put on your bonnet, and wait till we are out in the street."
+
+Jervy paid the bill, with all needful remembrance of the waiter. He was
+generous, he was polite; but he was apparently in no hurry to favour
+Phoebe with the explanation that he had promised. They had left the
+tavern for some minutes--and he was still rude enough to remain
+absorbed in his own reflections. Phoebe's patience gave way.
+
+"I have told you everything," she said reproachfully; "I don't call it
+fair dealing to keep me in the dark after that."
+
+He roused himself directly. "My dear girl, you entirely mistake me!"
+
+The reply was as ready as usual; but it was spoken rather absently.
+Only that moment, he had decided on informing Phoebe (to some extent,
+at least) of the purpose which he was then meditating. He would
+infinitely have preferred using Mrs. Sowler as his sole accomplice. But
+he knew the girl too well to run that risk. If he refused to satisfy
+her curiosity, she would be deterred by no scruples of delicacy from
+privately watching him; and she might say something (either by word of
+month or by writing) to the kind young mistress who was in
+correspondence with her, which might lead to disastrous results. It was
+of the last importance to him, so far to associate Phoebe with his
+projected enterprise, as to give her an interest of her own in keeping
+his secrets.
+
+"I have not the least wish," he resumed, "to conceal any thing from
+you. So far as I can see my way at present, you shall see it too."
+Reserving in this dexterous manner the freedom of lying, whenever he
+found it necessary to depart from the truth, he smiled encouragingly,
+and waited to be questioned.
+
+Phoebe repeated the inquiry she had made at the tavern. "Why do you
+want to know where Mr. Ronald is buried?" she asked bluntly.
+
+"Mr. Ronald's tombstone, my dear, will tell me the date of Mr. Ronald's
+death," Jervy rejoined. "When I have got the date, I shall go to a
+place near St. Paul's, called Doctors' Commons; I shall pay a shilling
+fee, and I shall have the privilege of looking at Mr. Ronald's will."
+
+"And what good will that do you?"
+
+"Very properly put, Phoebe! Even shillings are not to be wasted, in our
+position. But my shilling will buy two sixpennyworths of information. I
+shall find out what sum of money Mr. Ronald has left to his daughter;
+and I shall know for certain whether Mrs. Farnaby's husband has any
+power over it, or not."
+
+"Well?" said Phoebe, not much interested so far--"and what then?"
+
+Jervy looked about him. They were in a crowded thoroughfare at the
+time. He preserved a discreet silence, until they had arrived at the
+first turning which led down a quiet street.
+
+"What I have to tell you," he said, "must not be accidentally heard by
+anybody. Here, my dear, we are all but out of the world--and here I can
+speak to you safely. I promise you two good things. You shall bring
+Mrs. Farnaby to that day of reckoning; and we will find money enough to
+marry on comfortably as soon as you like."
+
+Phoebe's languid interest in the subject began to revive: she insisted
+on having a clearer explanation than this. "Do you mean to get the
+money out of Mr. Farnaby?" she inquired.
+
+"I will have nothing to do with Mr. Farnaby--unless I find that his
+wife's money is not at her own disposal. What you heard in the kitchen
+has altered all my plans. Wait a minute--and you will see what I am
+driving at. How much do you think Mrs. Farnaby would give me, if I
+found that lost daughter of hers?"
+
+Phoebe suddenly stood still, and looked at the sordid scoundrel who was
+tempting her in blank amazement.
+
+"But nobody knows where the daughter is," she objected.
+
+"You and I know that the daughter has a deformity in her left foot,"
+Jervy replied; "and you and I know exactly in what part of the foot it
+is. There's not only money to be made out of that knowledge--but money
+made easily, without the slightest risk. Suppose I managed the matter
+by correspondence, without appearing in it personally? Don't you think
+Mrs. Farnaby would open her purse beforehand, if I mentioned the exact
+position of that little deformity, as a proof that I was to be depended
+on?"
+
+Phoebe was unable, or unwilling, to draw the obvious conclusion, even
+now.
+
+"But, what would you do," she said, "when Mrs. Farnaby insisted on
+seeing her daughter?"
+
+There was something in the girl's tone--half fearful, half
+suspicious--which warned Jervy that he was treading on dangerous
+ground. He knew perfectly well what he proposed to do, in the case that
+had been so plainly put him. It was the simplest thing in the world. He
+had only to make an appointment with Mrs. Farnaby for a meeting on a
+future day, and to take to flight in the interval; leaving a polite
+note behind him to say that it was all a mistake, and that he regretted
+being too poor to return the money. Having thus far acknowledged the
+design he had in view, could he still venture on answering his
+companion without reserve? Phoebe was vain, Phoebe was vindictive; and,
+more promising still, Phoebe was a fool. But she was not yet capable of
+consenting to an act of the vilest infamy, in cold blood. Jervy looked
+at her--and saw that the foreseen necessity for lying had come at last.
+
+"That's just the difficulty," he said; "that's just where I don't see
+my way plainly yet. Can you advise me?"
+
+Phoebe started, and drew back from him. _"I_ advise you!" she
+exclaimed. "It frightens me to think of it. If you make her believe she
+is going to see her daughter, and if she finds out that you have robbed
+and deceived her, I can tell you this--with her furious temper--you
+would drive her mad."
+
+Jervy's reply was a model of well-acted indignation. "Don't talk of
+anything so horrible," he exclaimed. "If you believe me capable of such
+cruelty as that, go to Mrs. Farnaby, and warn her at once!"
+
+"It's too bad to speak to me in that way!" Phoebe rejoined, with the
+frank impetuosity of an offended woman. "You know I would die, rather
+than get you into trouble. Beg my pardon directly--or I won't walk
+another step with you!"
+
+Jervy made the necessary apologies, with all possible humility. He had
+gained his end--he could now postpone any further discussion of the
+subject, without arousing Phoebe's distrust. "Let us say no more about
+it, for the present," he suggested; "we will think it over, and talk of
+pleasanter things in the mean time. Kiss me, my dear girl; there's
+nobody looking."
+
+So he made peace with his sweetheart, and secured to himself, at the
+same time, the full liberty of future action of which he stood in need.
+If Phoebe asked any more questions, the necessary answer was obvious to
+the meanest capacity. He had merely to say, "The matter is beset with
+difficulties which I didn't see at first--I have given it up."
+
+Their nearest way back to Phoebe's lodgings took them through the
+street which led to the Hampden Institution. Passing along the opposite
+side of the road, they saw the private door opened. Two men stepped
+out. A third man, inside, called after one of them. "Mr. Goldenheart!
+you have left the statement of receipts in the waiting-room." "Never
+mind," Amelius answered; "the night's receipts are so small that I
+would rather not be reminded of them again." "In my country," a third
+voice remarked, "if he had lectured as he has lectured to-night, I
+reckon I'd have given him three hundred dollars, gold (sixty pounds,
+English currency), and have made my own profit by the transaction. The
+British nation has lost its taste, sir, for intellectual recreation. I
+wish you good evening."
+
+Jervy hurried Phoebe out of the way, just as the two gentlemen were
+crossing the street. He had not forgotten events at Tadmor--and he was
+by no means eager to renew his former acquaintance with Amelius.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+Rufus and his young friend walked together silently as far as a large
+square. Here they stopped, having reached the point at which it was
+necessary to take different directions on their way home.
+
+"I've a word of advice, my son, for your private ear," said the New
+Englander. "The barometer behind your waistcoat points to a downhearted
+state of the moral atmosphere. Come along to home with me--you want a
+whisky cocktail badly."
+
+"No, thank you, my dear fellow," Amelius answered a little sadly. "I
+own I'm downhearted, as you say. You see, I expected this lecture to be
+a new opening for me. Personally, as you know, I don't care two straws
+about money. But my marriage depends on my adding to my income; and the
+first attempt I've made to do it has ended in a total failure. I'm all
+abroad again, when I look to the future--and I'm afraid I'm fool enough
+to let it weigh on my spirits. No, the cocktail isn't the right remedy
+for me. I don't get the exercise and fresh air, here, that I used to
+get at Tadmor. My head burns after all that talking to-night. A good
+long walk will put me right, and nothing else will."
+
+Rufus at once offered to accompany him. Amelius shook his head. "Did
+you ever walk a mile in your life, when you could ride?" he asked
+good-humouredly. "I mean to be on my legs for four or five hours; I
+should only have to send you home in a cab. Thank you, old fellow, for
+the brotherly interest you take in me. I'll breakfast with you
+to-morrow, at your hotel. Good night."
+
+Some curious prevision of evil seemed to trouble the mind of the good
+New Englander. He held Amelius fast by the hand: he said, very
+earnestly, "It goes against the grit with me to see you wandering off
+by yourself at this time of night--it does, I tell you! Do me a favour
+for once, my bright boy--go right away to bed."
+
+Amelius laughed, and released his hand. "I shouldn't sleep, if I did go
+to bed. Breakfast to-morrow, at ten o'clock. Goodnight, again!"
+
+He started on his walk, at a pace which set pursuit on the part of
+Rufus at defiance. The American stood watching him, until he was lost
+to sight in the darkness. "What a grip that young fellow has got on me,
+in no more than a few months!" Rufus thought, as he slowly turned away
+in the direction of his hotel. "Lord send the poor boy may keep clear
+of mischief this night!"
+
+Meanwhile, Amelius walked on swiftly, straight before him, careless in
+what direction he turned his steps, so long as he felt the cool air and
+kept moving.
+
+His thoughts were not at first occupied with the doubtful question of
+his marriage; the lecture was still the uppermost subject in his mind.
+He had reserved for the conclusion of his address the justification of
+his view of the future, afforded by the widespread and frightful
+poverty among the millions of the population of London alone. On this
+melancholy theme he had spoken with the eloquence of true feeling, and
+had produced a strong impression, even on those members of the audience
+who were most resolutely opposed to the opinions which he advocated.
+Without any undue exercise of self-esteem, he could look back on the
+close of his lecture with the conviction that he had really done
+justice to himself and to his cause. The retrospect of the public
+discussion that had followed failed to give him the same pleasure. His
+warm temper, his vehemently sincere belief in the truth of his own
+convictions, placed him at a serious disadvantage towards the more
+self-restrained speakers (all older than himself) who rose, one after
+another, to combat his views. More than once he had lost his temper,
+and had been obliged to make his apologies. More than once he had been
+indebted to the ready help of Rufus, who had taken part in the battle
+of words, with the generous purpose of covering his retreat. "No!" he
+thought to himself, with bitter humility, "I'm not fit for public
+discussions. If they put me into Parliament tomorrow, I should only get
+called to order and do nothing."
+
+He reached the bank of the Thames, at the eastward end of the Strand.
+
+Walking straight on, as absently as ever, he crossed Waterloo Bridge,
+and followed the broad street that lay before him on the other side. He
+was thinking of the future again: Regina was in his mind now. The one
+prospect that he could see of a tranquil and happy life--with duties as
+well as pleasures; duties that might rouse him to find the vocation for
+which he was fit--was the prospect of his marriage. What was the
+obstacle that stood in his way? The vile obstacle of money; the
+contemptible spirit of ostentation which forbade him to live humbly on
+his own sufficient little income, and insisted that he should purchase
+domestic happiness at the price of the tawdry splendour of a rich
+tradesman and his friends. And Regina, who was free to follow her own
+better impulses--Regina, whose heart acknowledged him as its
+master--bowed before the golden image which was the tutelary deity of
+her uncle's household, and said resignedly, Love must wait!
+
+Still walking blindly on, he was roused on a sudden to a sense of
+passing events. Crossing a side-street at the moment, a man caught him
+roughly by the arm, and saved him from being run over. The man had a
+broom in his hand; he was a crossing-sweeper. "I think I've earned my
+penny, sir!" he said.
+
+Amelius gave him half-a-crown. The man shouldered his broom, and tossed
+up the money, in a transport of delight. "Here's something to go home
+with!" he cried, as he caught the half-crown again.
+
+"Have you got a family at home?" Amelius asked.
+
+"Only one, sir," said the man. "The others are all dead. She's as good
+a girl and as pretty a girl as ever put on a petticoat--though I say it
+that shouldn't. Thank you kindly, sir. Good night!"
+
+Amelius looked after the poor fellow, happy at least for that night!
+"If I had only been lucky enough to fall in love with the
+crossing-sweeper's daughter," he thought bitterly, _"she_ would have
+married me when I asked her."
+
+He looked along the street. It curved away in the distance, with no
+visible limit to it. Arrived at the next side-street on his left,
+Amelius turned down it, weary of walking longer in the same direction.
+Whither it might lead him he neither knew nor cared. In his present
+humour it was a pleasurable sensation to feel himself lost in London.
+
+The short street suddenly widened; a blaze of flaring gaslight dazzled
+his eyes; he heard all round him the shouting of innumerable voices. For
+the first time since he had been in London, he found himself in one of
+the street-markets of the poor.
+
+On either side of the road, the barrows of the costermongers--the
+wandering tradesmen of the highway--were drawn up in rows; and every
+man was advertising his wares, by means of the cheap publicity of his
+own voice. Fish and vegetables; pottery and writing-paper;
+looking-glasses, saucepans, and coloured prints--all appealed together
+to the scantily filled purses of the crowds who thronged the pavement.
+One lusty vagabond stood up in a rickety donkey-cart, knee-deep in
+apples, selling a great wooden measure full for a penny, and yelling
+louder than all the rest. "Never was such apples sold in the public
+streets before! Sweet as flowers, and sound as a bell. Who says the
+poor ain't looked after," cried the fellow, with ferocious irony, "when
+they can have such apple-sauce as this to their loin of pork? Here's
+nobby apples; here's a penn'orth for your money. Sold again! Hullo,
+you! you look hungry. Catch! there's an apple for nothing, just to
+taste. Be in time, be in time before they're all sold!" Amelius moved
+forward a few steps, and was half deafened by rival butchers, shouting,
+"Buy, buy, buy!" to audiences of ragged women, who fingered the meat
+doubtfully, with longing eyes. A little farther--and there was a blind
+man selling staylaces, and singing a Psalm; and, beyond him again, a
+broken-down soldier playing "God save the Queen" on a tin flageolet.
+The one silent person in this sordid carnival was a Lascar beggar, with
+a printed placard round his neck, addressed to "The Charitable Public."
+He held a tallow candle to illuminate the copious narrative of his
+misfortunes; and the one reader he obtained was a fat man, who
+scratched his head, and remarked to Amelius that he didn't like
+foreigners. Starving boys and girls lurked among the costermongers'
+barrows, and begged piteously on pretence of selling cigar-lights and
+comic songs. Furious women stood at the doors of public-houses, and
+railed on their drunken husbands for spending the house-money in gin. A
+thicker crowd, towards the middle of the street, poured in and out at
+the door of a cookshop. Here the people presented a less terrible
+spectacle--they were even touching to see. These were the patient poor,
+who bought hot morsels of sheep's heart and liver at a penny an ounce,
+with lamentable little mouthfuls of peas-pudding, greens, and potatoes
+at a halfpenny each. Pale children in corners supped on penny basins of
+soup, and looked with hungry admiration at their enviable neighbours
+who could afford to buy stewed eels for twopence. Everywhere there was
+the same noble resignation to their hard fate, in old and young alike.
+No impatience, no complaints. In this wretched place, the language of
+true gratitude was still to be heard, thanking the good-natured cook
+for a little spoonful of gravy thrown in for nothing--and here, humble
+mercy that had its one superfluous halfpenny to spare gave that
+halfpenny to utter destitution, and gave it with right good-will.
+Amelius spent all his shillings and sixpences, in doubling and trebling
+the poor little pennyworths of food--and left the place with tears in
+his eyes.
+
+He was near the end of the street by this time. The sight of the misery
+about him, and the sense of his own utter inability to remedy it,
+weighed heavily on his spirits. He thought of the peaceful and
+prosperous life at Tadmor. Were his happy brethren of the Community and
+these miserable people about him creatures of the same all-merciful
+God? The terrible doubts which come to all thinking men--the doubts
+which are not to be stifled by crying "Oh, fie!" in a pulpit--rose
+darkly in his mind. He quickened his pace. "Let me let out of it," he
+said to himself, "let me get out of it!"
+
+
+
+BOOK THE SIXTH
+
+FILIA DOLOROSA
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Amelius found it no easy matter to pass quickly through the people
+loitering and gossiping about him. There was greater freedom for a
+rapid walker in the road. He was on the point of stepping off the
+pavement, when a voice behind him--a sweet soft voice, though it spoke
+very faintly--said, "Are you good-natured, sir?"
+
+He turned, and found himself face to face with one of the saddest
+sisterhood on earth--the sisterhood of the streets.
+
+His heart ached as he looked at her, she was so poor and so young. The
+lost creature had, to all appearance, barely passed the boundary
+between childhood and girlhood--she could hardly be more than fifteen
+or sixteen years old. Her eyes, of the purest and loveliest blue,
+rested on Amelius with a vacantly patient look, like the eyes of a
+suffering child. The soft oval outline of her face would have been
+perfect if the cheeks had been filled out; they were wasted and hollow,
+and sadly pale. Her delicate lips had none of the rosy colour of youth;
+and her finely modelled chin was disfigured by a piece of plaster
+covering some injury. She was little and thin; her worn and scanty
+clothing showed her frail youthful figure still waiting for its
+perfection of growth. Her pretty little bare hands were reddened by the
+raw night air. She trembled as Amelius looked at her in silence, with
+compassionate wonder. But for the words in which she had accosted him,
+it would have been impossible to associate her with the lamentable life
+that she led. The appearance of the girl was artlessly virginal and
+innocent; she looked as if she had passed through the contamination of
+the streets without being touched by it, without fearing it, or feeling
+it, or understanding it. Robed in pure white, with her gentle blue eyes
+raised to heaven, a painter might have shown her on his canvas as a
+saint or an angel; and the critical world would have said, Here is the
+true ideal--Raphael himself might have painted this!
+
+"You look very pale," said Amelius. "Are you ill?"
+
+"No, sir--only hungry."
+
+Her eyes half closed; she reeled from sheer weakness as she said the
+words. Amelius held her up, and looked round him. They were close to a
+stall at which coffee and slices of bread-and-butter were sold. He
+ordered some coffee to be poured out, and offered her the food. She
+thanked him and tried to eat. "I can't help it, sir," she said faintly.
+The bread dropped from her hand; her weary head sank on his shoulder.
+
+Two young women--older members of the sad sisterhood--were passing at
+the moment. "She's too far gone, sir, to eat," said one of them. "I
+know what would do her good, if you don't mind going into a
+public-house."
+
+"Where is it?" said Amelius. "Be quick!"
+
+One of the women led the way. The other helped Amelius to support the
+girl. They entered the crowded public-house. In less than a minute, the
+first woman had forced her way through the drunken customers at the
+bar, and had returned with a glass of port-wine and cloves. The girl
+revived as the stimulant passed her lips. She opened her innocent blue
+eyes again, in vague surprise. "I shan't die this time," she said
+quietly.
+
+A corner of the place was not occupied; a small empty cask stood there.
+Amelius made the poor creature sit down and rest a little. He had only
+gold in his purse; and, when the woman had paid for the wine, he
+offered her some of the change. She declined to take it. "I've got a
+shilling or two, sir," she said; "and I can take care of myself. Give
+it to Simple Sally."
+
+"You'll save her a beating, sir, for one night at least," said the
+other woman. "We call her Simple Sally, because she's a little soft,
+poor soul--hasn't grown up, you know, in her mind, since she was a
+child. Give her some of your change, sir, and you'll be doing a kind
+thing."
+
+All that is most unselfish, all that is most divinely compassionate and
+self-sacrificing in a woman's nature, was as beautiful and as undefiled
+as ever in these women--the outcasts of the hard highway!
+
+Amelius turned to the girl. Her head had sunk on her bosom; she was
+half asleep. She looked up as he approached her.
+
+"Would you have been beaten to-night," he asked, "if you had not met
+with me?"
+
+"Father always beats me, sir," said Simple Sally, "if I don't bring
+money home. He threw a knife at me last night. It didn't hurt much--it
+only cut me here," said the girl, pointing to the plaster on her chin.
+
+One of the women touched Amelius on the shoulder, and whispered to him.
+"He's no more her father, sir, than I am. She's a helpless
+creature--and he takes advantage of her. If I only had a place to take
+her to, he should never set eyes on her again. Show the gentleman your
+bosom, Sally."
+
+She opened her poor threadbare little shawl. Over the lovely girlish
+breast, still only growing to the rounded beauty of womanhood, there
+was a hideous blue-black bruise. Simple Sally smiled, and said, "That
+_did_ hurt me, sir. I'd rather have the knife."
+
+Some of the nearest drinkers at the bar looked round and laughed.
+Amelius tenderly drew the shawl over the girl's cold bosom. "For God's
+sake, let us get away from this place!" he said.
+
+The influence of the cool night air completed Simple Sally's recovery.
+She was able to eat now. Amelius proposed retracing his steps to the
+provision-shop, and giving her the best food that the place afforded.
+She preferred the bread-and-butter at the coffee-stall. Those thick
+slices, piled up on the plate, tempted her as a luxury. On trying the
+luxury, one slice satisfied her. "I thought I was hungry enough to eat
+the whole plateful," said the girl, turning away from the stall, in the
+vacantly submissive manner which it saddened Amelius to see. He bought
+more of the bread-and-butter, on the chance that her appetite might
+revive. While he was wrapping it in a morsel of paper, one of her elder
+companions touched him and whispered, "There he is, sir!" Amelius
+looked at her. "The brute who calls himself her father," the woman
+explained impatiently.
+
+Amelius turned, and saw Simple Sally with her arm in the grasp of a
+half-drunken ruffian; one of the swarming wild beasts of Low London,
+dirtied down from head to foot to the colour of the street mud--the
+living danger and disgrace of English civilization. As Amelius eyed
+him, he drew the girl away a step or two. "You've got a gentleman this
+time," he said to her; "I shall expect gold to-night, or else--!" He
+finished the sentence by lifting his monstrous fist, and shaking it in
+her face. Cautiously as he had lowered his tones in speaking, the words
+had reached the keenly sensitive ears of Amelius. Urged by his hot
+temper, he sprang forward. In another moment, he would have knocked the
+brute down--but for the timely interference of the arm of the law, clad
+in a policeman's great-coat. "Don't get yourself into trouble, sir,"
+said the man good-humouredly. "Now, you Hell-fire (that's the nice name
+they know him by, sir, in these parts), be off with you!" The wild
+beast on two legs cowered at the voice of authority, like the wild
+beast on four: he was lost to sight, at the dark end of the street, in
+a moment.
+
+"I saw him threaten her with his fist," said Amelius, his eyes still
+aflame with indignation. "He has bruised her frightfully on the breast.
+Is there no protection for the poor creature?"
+
+"Well, sir," the policeman answered, "you can summon him if you like. I
+dare say he'd get a month's hard labour. But, don't you see, it would
+be all the worse for her when he came out of prison."
+
+The policeman's view of the girl's position was beyond dispute. Amelius
+turned to her gently; she was shivering with cold or terror, perhaps
+with both. "Tell me," he said, "is that man really your father?"
+
+"Lord bless you, sir!" interposed the policeman, astonished at the
+gentleman's simplicity, "Simple Sally hasn't got father or mother--have
+you, my girl?"
+
+She paid no heed to the policeman. The sorrow and sympathy, plainly
+visible in Amelius, filled her with a childish interest and surprise.
+She dimly understood that it was sorrow and sympathy for _her._ The
+bare idea of distressing this new friend, so unimaginably kind and
+considerate, seemed to frighten her. "Don't fret about _me,_ sir," she
+said timidly; "I don't mind having no father nor mother; I don't mind
+being beaten." She appealed to the nearest of her two women-friends.
+"We get used to everything, don't we, Jenny?"
+
+Amelius could bear no more. "It's enough to break one's heart to hear
+you, and see you!" he burst out--and suddenly turned his head aside.
+His generous nature was touched to the quick; he could only control
+himself by an effort of resolution that shook him, body and soul. "I
+can't and won't let that unfortunate creature go back to be beaten and
+starved!" he said, passionately addressing himself to the policeman.
+"Oh, look at her! How helpless, and how young!"
+
+The policeman stared. These were strange words to him. But all true
+emotion carries with it, among all true people, its own title to
+respect. He spoke to Amelius with marked respect.
+
+"It's a hard case, sir, no doubt," he said. "The girl's a quiet,
+well-disposed creature--and the other two there are the same. They're
+of the sort that keep to themselves, and don't drink. They all of them
+do well enough, as long as they don't let the liquor overcome them.
+Half the time it's the men's fault when they do drink. Perhaps the
+workhouse might take her in for the night. What's this you've got girl,
+in your hand? Money?"
+
+Amelius hastened to say that he had given her the money. "The
+workhouse!" he repeated. "The very sound of it is horrible."
+
+"Make your mind easy, sir," said the policeman; "they won't take her in
+at the workhouse, with money in her hand."
+
+In sheer despair, Amelius asked helplessly if there was no hotel near.
+The policeman pointed to Simple Sally's threadbare and scanty clothes,
+and left them to answer the question for themselves. "There's a place
+they call a coffee-house," he said, with the air of a man who thought
+he had better provoke as little further inquiry on that subject as
+possible.
+
+Too completely pre-occupied, or too innocent in the ways of London, to
+understand the man, Amelius decided on trying the coffee-house. A
+suspicious old woman met them at the door, and spied the policeman in
+the background. Without waiting for any inquiries, she said, "All full
+for to-night,"--and shut the door in their faces.
+
+"Is there no other place?" said Amelius.
+
+"There's a lodging-house," the policeman answered, more doubtfully than
+ever. "It's getting late, sir; and I'm afraid you'll find 'em packed
+like herrings in a barrel. Come, and see for yourself."
+
+He led the way into a wretchedly lighted by-street, and knocked with
+his foot on a trap-door in the pavement. The door was pushed open from
+below, by a sturdy boy with a dirty night-cap on his head.
+
+"Any of 'em wanted to-night, sir?" asked the sturdy boy, the moment he
+saw the policeman.
+
+"What does he mean?" said Amelius.
+
+"There's a sprinkling of thieves among them, sir," the policeman
+explained. "Stand out of the way, Jacob, and let the gentleman look
+in."
+
+He produced his lantern, and directed the light downwards, as he spoke.
+Amelius looked in. The policeman's figure of speech, likening the
+lodgers to "herrings in a barrel," accurately described the scene. On
+the floor of a kitchen, men, women, and children lay all huddled
+together in closely packed rows. Ghastly faces rose terrified out of
+the seething obscurity, when the light of the lantern fell on them. The
+stench drove Amelius back, sickened and shuddering.
+
+"How's the sore place on your head, Jacob?" the policeman inquired.
+"This is a civil boy," he explained to Amelius, "and I like to
+encourage him."
+
+"I'm getting better, sir, as fast as I can," said the boy.
+
+"Good night, Jacob."
+
+"Good night, sir." The trap-door fell--and the lodging-house
+disappeared like the vision of a frightful dream.
+
+There was a moment of silence among the little group on the pavement.
+It was not easy to solve the question of what to do next. "There seems
+to be some difficulty," the policeman remarked, "about housing this
+girl for the night."
+
+"Why shouldn't we take her along with us?" one of the women suggested.
+"She won't mind sleeping three in a bed, I know."
+
+"What are you thinking of?" the other woman remonstrated. "When he
+finds she don't come home, our place will be the first place he looks
+for her in."
+
+Amelius settled the difficulty, in his own headlong way, "I'll take
+care of her for the night," he said. "Sally, will you trust yourself
+with me?"
+
+She put her hand in his, with the air of a child who was ready to go
+home. Her wan face brightened for the first time. "Thank you, sir," she
+said; "I'll go anywhere along with you."
+
+The policeman smiled. The two women looked thunderstruck. Before they
+had recovered themselves, Amelius forced them to take some money from
+him, and cordially shook hands with them. "You're good creatures," he
+said, in his eager, hearty way; "I'm sincerely sorry for you. Now, Mr.
+Policeman, show me where to find a cab--and take that for the trouble I
+am giving you. You're a humane man, and a credit to the force."
+
+In five minutes more, Amelius was on the way to his lodgings, with
+Simple Sally by his side. The act of reckless imprudence which he was
+committing was nothing but an act of Christian duty, to his mind. Not
+the slightest misgiving troubled him. "I shall provide for her in some
+way!" he thought to himself cheerfully. He looked at her. The weary
+outcast was asleep already in her corner of the cab. From time to time
+she still shivered, even in her sleep. Amelius took off his great-coat,
+and covered her with it. How some of his friends at the club would have
+laughed, if they had seen him at that moment!
+
+He was obliged to wake her when the cab stopped. His key admitted them
+to the house. He lit his candle in the hall, and led her up the stairs.
+"You'll soon be asleep again, Sally," he whispered.
+
+She looked round the little sitting-room with drowsy admiration. "What
+a pretty place to live in!" she said.
+
+"Are you hungry again?" Amelius asked.
+
+She shook her head, and took off her shabby bonnet; her pretty
+light-brown hair fell about her face and her shoulders. "I think I'm
+too tired, sir, to be hungry. Might I take the sofa-pillow, and lay
+down on the hearth-rug?"
+
+Amelius opened the door of his bedroom. "You are to pass the night more
+comfortably than that," he answered. "There is a bed for you here."
+
+She followed him in, and looked round the bedroom, with renewed
+admiration of everything that she saw. At the sight of the hairbrushes
+and the comb, she clapped her hands in ecstasy. "Oh, how different from
+mine!" she exclaimed. "Is the comb tortoise-shell, sir, like one sees
+in the shop-windows?" The bath and the towels attracted her next; she
+stood, looking at them with longing eyes, completely forgetful of the
+wonderful comb. "I've often peeped into the ironmongers' shops," she
+said, "and thought I should be the happiest girl in the world, if I had
+such a bath as that. A little pitcher is all I have got of my own, and
+they swear at me when I want it filled more than once. In all my life,
+I have never had as much water as I should like." She paused, and
+thought for a moment. The forlorn, vacant look appeared again, and
+dimmed the beauty of her blue eyes. "It will be hard to go back, after
+seeing all these pretty things," she said to herself--and sighed, with
+that inborn submission to her fate so melancholy to see in a creature
+so young.
+
+"You shall never go back again to that dreadful life," Amelius
+interposed. "Never speak of it, never think of it any more. Oh, don't
+look at me like that!"
+
+She was listening with an expression of pain, and with both her hands
+lifted to her head. There was something so wonderful in the idea which
+he had suggested to her, that her mind was not able to take it all in
+at once. "You make my head giddy," she said. "I'm such a poor stupid
+girl--I feel out of myself, like, when a gentleman like you sets me
+thinking of new things. Would you mind saying it again, sir?"
+
+"I'll say it to-morrow morning," Amelius rejoined kindly. "You are
+tired, Sally--go to rest."
+
+She roused herself, and looked at the bed. "Is that your bed, sir?"
+
+"It's your bed to-night," said Amelius. "I shall sleep on the sofa, in
+the next room."
+
+Her eyes rested on him, for a moment, in speechless surprise; she
+looked back again at the bed. "Are you going to leave me by myself?"
+she asked wonderingly. Not the faintest suggestion of immodesty--
+nothing that the most profligate man living could have interpreted
+impurely--showed itself in her look or manner, as she said those words.
+
+Amelius thought of what one of her women-friends had told him. "She
+hasn't grown up, you know, in her mind, since she was a child." There
+were other senses in the poor victim that were still undeveloped,
+besides the mental sense. He was at a loss how to answer her, with the
+respect which was due to that all-atoning ignorance. His silence amazed
+and frightened her.
+
+"Have I said anything to make you angry with me?" she asked.
+
+Amelius hesitated no longer. "My poor girl," he said, "I pity you from
+the bottom of my heart! Sleep well, Simple Sally--sleep well." He left
+her hurriedly, and shut the door between them.
+
+She followed him as far as the closed door; and stood there alone,
+trying to understand him, and trying all in vain! After a while, she
+found courage enough to whisper through the door. "If you please,
+sir--" She stopped, startled by her own boldness. He never heard her;
+he was standing at the window, looking out thoughtfully at the night;
+feeling less confident of the future already. She still stood at the
+door, wretched in the firm persuasion that she had offended him. Once
+she lifted her hand to knock at the door, and let it drop again at her
+side. A second time she made the effort, and desperately summoned the
+resolution to knock. He opened the door directly.
+
+"I'm very sorry if I said anything wrong," she began faintly, her
+breath coming and going in quick hysteric gasps. "Please forgive me,
+and wish me good night." Amelius took her hand; he said good night with
+the utmost gentleness, but he said it sorrowfully. She was not quite
+comforted yet. "Would you mind, sir--?" She paused awkwardly, afraid to
+go on. There was something so completely childlike in the artless
+perplexity of her eyes, that Amelius smiled. The change in his
+expression gave her back her courage in an instant; her pale delicate
+lips reflected his smile prettily. "Would you mind giving me a kiss,
+sir?" she said. Amelius kissed her. Let the man who can honestly say he
+would have done otherwise, blame him. He shut the door between them
+once more. She was quite happy now. He heard her singing to herself as
+she got ready for bed.
+
+Once, in the wakeful watches of the night, she startled him. He heard a
+cry of pain or terror in the bedroom. "What is it?" he asked through
+the door; "what has frightened you?" There was no answer. After a
+minute or two, the cry was repeated. He opened the door, and looked in.
+She was sleeping, and dreaming as she slept. One little thin white arm
+was lifted in the air, and waved restlessly to and fro over her head.
+"Don't kill me!" she murmured, in low moaning tones--"oh, don't kill
+me!" Amelius took her arm gently, and laid it back on the coverlet of
+the bed. His touch seemed to exercise some calming influence over her:
+she sighed, and turned her head on the pillow; a faint flush rose on
+her wasted cheeks, and passed away again--she sank quietly into
+dreamless sleep.
+
+Amelius returned to his sofa, and fell into a broken slumber. The hours
+of the night passed. The sad light of the November morning dawned
+mistily through the uncurtained window, and woke him.
+
+He started up, and looked at the bedroom door. "Now what is to be
+done?" That was his first thought, on waking: he was beginning to feel
+his responsibilities at last.
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+The landlady of the lodgings decided what was to be done.
+
+"You will be so good, sir, as to leave my apartments immediately," she
+said to Amelius. "I make no claim to the week's rent, in consideration
+of the short notice. This is a respectable house, and it shall be kept
+respectable at any sacrifice."
+
+Amelius explained and protested; he appealed to the landlady's sense of
+justice and sense of duty, as a Christian woman.
+
+The reasoning which would have been irresistible at Tadmor was
+reasoning completely thrown away in London. The landlady remained as
+impenetrable as the Egyptian Sphinx. "If that creature in the bedroom
+is not out of my house in an hour's time, I shall send for the police."
+Having answered her lodger's arguments in those terms, she left the
+room, and banged the door after her.
+
+"Thank you, sir, for being so kind to me. I'll go away directly--and
+then, perhaps, the lady will forgive you."
+
+Amelius looked round. Simple Sally had heard it all. She was dressed in
+her wretched clothes, and was standing at the open bedroom door,
+crying,
+
+"Wait a little," said Amelius, wiping her eyes with his own
+handkerchief; "and we will go away together. I want to get you some
+better clothes; and I don't exactly know how to set about it. Don't
+cry, my dear--don't cry."
+
+The deaf maid-of-all-work came in, as he spoke. She too was in tears.
+Amelius had been good to her, in many little ways--and she was the
+guilty person who had led to the discovery in the bedroom. "If you had
+only told me, sir," she said pentitently, "I'd have kep' it secret.
+But, there, I went in with your 'ot water, as usual, and, O Lor', I was
+that startled I dropped the jug, and run downstairs again--!"
+
+Amelius stopped the further progress of the apology. "I don't blame
+you, Maria," he said; "I'm in a difficulty. Help me out of it; and you
+will do me a kindness."
+
+Maria partially heard him, and no more. Afraid of reaching the
+landlady's ears, as well as the maid's ears, if he raised his voice, he
+asked if she could read writing. Yes, she could read writing, if it was
+plain. Amelius immediately reduced the expression of his necessities to
+writing, in large text. Maria was delighted. She knew the nearest shop
+at which ready-made outer clothing for women could be obtained, and
+nothing was wanted, as a certain guide to an ignorant man, but two
+pieces of string. With one piece, she measured Simple Sally's height,
+and with the other she took the slender girth of the girl's
+waist--while Amelius opened his writing-desk, and supplied himself with
+the last sum of spare money that he possessed. He had just closed the
+desk again, when the voice of the merciless landlady was heard, calling
+imperatively for Maria.
+
+The maid-of-all-work handed the two indicative strings to Amelius.
+"They'll 'elp you at the shop," she said--and shuffled out of the room.
+
+Amelius turned to Simple Sally. "I am going to get you some new
+clothes," he began.
+
+The girl stopped him there: she was incapable of listening to a word
+more. Every trace of sorrow vanished from her face in an instant. She
+clapped her hands. "Oh!" she cried, "new clothes! clean clothes! Let me
+go with you."
+
+Even Amelius saw that it was impossible to take her out in the streets
+with him in broad daylight, dressed as she was then. "No, no," he said,
+"wait here till you get your new things. I won't be half an hour gone.
+Lock yourself in if you're afraid, and open the door to nobody till I
+come back!"
+
+Sally hesitated; she began to look frightened.
+
+"Think of the new dress, and the pretty bonnet," suggested Amelius,
+speaking unconsciously in the tone in which he might have promised a
+toy to a child.
+
+He had taken the right way with her. Her face brightened again. "I'll
+do anything you tell me," she said.
+
+He put the key in her hand, and was out in the street directly.
+
+Amelius possessed one valuable moral quality which is exceedingly rare
+among Englishmen. He was not in the least ashamed of putting himself in
+a ridiculous position, when he was conscious that his own motives
+justified him. The smiling and tittering of the shop-women, when he
+stated the nature of his errand, and produced his two pieces of string,
+failed to annoy him in the smallest degree. He laughed too. "Funny,
+isn't it," he said, "a man like me buying gowns and the rest of it? She
+can't come herself--and you'll advise me, like good creatures, won't
+you?" They advised their handsome young customer to such good purpose,
+that he was in possession of a gray walking costume, a black cloth
+jacket, a plain lavender-coloured bonnet, a pair of black gloves, and a
+paper of pins, in little more than ten minutes' time. The nearest
+trunk-maker supplied a travelling-box to hold all these treasures; and
+a passing cab took Amelius back to his lodgings, just as the half-hour
+was out. But one event had happened during his absence. The landlady
+had knocked at the door, had called through it in a terrible voice,
+"Half an hour more!" and had retired again without waiting for an
+answer.
+
+Amelius carried the box into the bedroom. "Be as quick as you can,
+Sally," he said--and left her alone, to enjoy the full rapture of
+discovering the new clothes.
+
+When she opened the door and showed herself, the change was so
+wonderful that Amelius was literally unable to speak to her. Joy
+flushed her pale cheeks, and diffused its tender radiance over her pure
+blue eyes. A more charming little creature, in that momentary
+transfiguration of pride and delight, no man's eyes ever looked on. She
+ran across the room to Amelius, and threw her arms round his neck. "Let
+me be your servant!" she cried; "I want to live with you all my life.
+Jump me up! I'm wild--I want to fly through the window." She caught
+sight of herself in the looking-glass, and suddenly became composed and
+serious. "Oh," she said, with the quaintest mixture of awe and
+astonishment, "was there ever such another bonnet as this? Do look at
+it--do please look at it!"
+
+Amelius good-naturedly approached to look at it. At the same moment the
+sitting-room door was opened, without any preliminary ceremony of
+knocking--and Rufus walked into the room. "It's half after ten," he
+said, "and the breakfast is spoiling as fast as it can."
+
+Before Amelius could make his excuses for having completely forgotten
+his engagement, Rufus discovered Sally. No woman, young or old, high in
+rank or low in rank, ever found the New Englander unprepared with his
+own characteristic acknowledgment of the debt of courtesy which he owed
+to the sex. With his customary vast strides, he marched up to Sally and
+insisted on shaking hands with her. "How do you find yourself, miss? I
+take pleasure in making your acquaintance." The girl turned to Amelius
+with wide-eyed wonder and doubt. "Go into the next room, Sally, for a
+minute or two," he said. "This gentleman is a friend of mine, and I
+have something to say to him."
+
+"That's an _active_ little girl," said Rufus, looking after her as she
+ran to the friendly shelter of the bedroom. "Reminds me of one of our
+girls at Coolspring--she does. Well, now, and who may Sally be?"
+
+Amelius answered the question, as usual, without the slightest reserve.
+Rufus waited in impenetrable silence until he had completed his
+narrative--then took him gently by the arm, and led him to the window.
+With his hands in his pockets and his long legs planted wide apart on
+his big feet, the American carefully studied the face of his young
+friend under the strongest light that could fall on it.
+
+"No," said Rufus, speaking quietly to himself, "the boy is not raving
+mad, so far as I can see. He has every appearance on him of meaning
+what he says. And this is what comes of the Community of Tadmor, is it?
+Well, civil and religious liberty is dearly purchased sometimes in the
+United States--and that's a fact."
+
+Amelius turned away to pack his portmanteau. "I don't understand you,"
+he said.
+
+"I don't suppose you do," Rufus remarked. "I am at a similar loss
+myself to understand _you._ My store of sensible remarks is copious on
+most occasions--but I'm darned if I ain't dried up in the face of this!
+Might I venture to ask what that venerable Chief Christian at Tadmor
+would say to the predicament in which I find my young Socialist this
+morning?"
+
+"What would he say?" Amelius repeated. "Just what he said when
+Mellicent first came among us. 'Ah, dear me! Another of the Fallen
+Leaves!' I wish I had the dear old man here to help me. _He_ would know
+how to restore that poor starved, outraged, beaten creature to the
+happy place on God's earth which God intended her to fill!"
+
+Rufus abruptly took him by the hand. "You mean that?" he said.
+
+"What else could I mean?" Amelius rejoined sharply.
+
+"Bring her right away to breakfast at the hotel!" cried Rufus, with
+every appearance of feeling infinitely relieved. "I don't say I can
+supply you with the venerable Chief Christian--but I can find a woman
+to fix you, who is as nigh to being an angel, barring the wings, as any
+she-creature since the time of mother Eve." He knocked at the bedroom
+door, turning a deaf ear to every appeal for further information which
+Amelius could address to him. "Breakfast is waiting, miss!" he called
+out; "and I'm bound to tell you that the temper of the cook at our
+hotel is a long way on the wrong side of uncertain. Well, Amelius, this
+is the age of exhibition. If there's ever an exhibition of ignorance in
+the business of packing a portmanteau, you run for the Gold Medal--and
+a unanimous jury will vote it, I reckon, to a young man from Tadmor.
+Clear out, will you, and leave it to me."
+
+He pulled off his coat, and conquered the difficulties of packing in a
+hurry, as if he had done nothing else all his life. The landlady
+herself, appearing with pitiless punctuality exactly at the expiration
+of the hour, "smoothed her horrid front" in the polite and placable
+presence of Rufus. He insisted on shaking hands with her; he took
+pleasure in making her acquaintance; she reminded him, he did assure
+her, of the lady of the captain-general of the Coolspring Branch of the
+St. Vitus Commandery; and he would take the liberty to inquire whether
+they were related or not. Under cover of this fashionable conversation,
+Simple Sally was taken out of the room by Amelius without attracting
+notice. She insisted on carrying her threadbare old clothes away with
+her in the box which had contained the new dress. "I want to look at
+them sometimes," she said, "and think how much better off I am now."
+Rufus was the last to take his departure; he persisted in talking to
+the landlady all the way down the stairs and out to the street door.
+
+While Amelius was waiting for his friend on the house-steps, a young
+man driving by in a cab leaned out and looked at him. The young man was
+Jervy, on his way from Mr. Ronald's tombstone to Doctors' Commons.
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+With a rapid succession of events the morning had begun. With a rapid
+succession of events the day went on.
+
+The breakfast being over, rooms at the hotel were engaged by Rufus for
+his "two young friends." After this, the next thing to be done was to
+provide Simple Sally with certain necessary, but invisible, articles of
+clothing, which Amelius had never thought of. A note to the nearest
+shop produced the speedy arrival of a smart lady, accompanied by a boy
+and a large basket. There was some difficulty in persuading Sally to
+trust herself alone in her room with the stranger. She was afraid, poor
+soul, of everybody but Amelius. Even the good American failed to win
+her confidence. The distrust implanted in her feeble mind by the
+terrible life that she had led, was the instinctive distrust of a wild
+animal. "Why must I go among other people?" she whispered piteously to
+Amelius. "I only want to be with You!" It was as completely useless to
+reason with her as it would have been to explain the advantages of a
+comfortable cage to a newly caught bird. There was but one way of
+inducing her to submit to the most gently exerted interference. Amelius
+had only to say, "Do it, Sally, to please me." And Sally sighed, and
+did it.
+
+In her absence Amelius reiterated his inquiries, in relation to that
+unknown friend whom Rufus had not scrupled to describe as "an
+angel--barring the wings."
+
+The lady in question, the American briefly explained, was an
+Englishwoman--the wife of one of his countrymen, established in London
+as a merchant. He had known them both intimately before their departure
+from the United States; and the old friendship had been cordially
+renewed on his arrival in England. Associated with many other
+charitable institutions, Mrs. Payson was one of the managing committee
+of a "Home for Friendless Women," especially adapted to receive poor
+girls in Sally's melancholy position. Rufus offered to write a note to
+Mrs. Payson; inquiring at what hour she could receive his friend and
+himself, and obtain permission for them to see the "Home." Amelius,
+after some hesitation, accepted the proposal. The messenger had not
+been long despatched with the note before the smart person from the
+shop made her appearance once more, reporting that "the young lady's
+outfit had been perfectly arranged," and presenting the inevitable
+result in the shape of a bill. The last farthing of ready money in the
+possession of Amelius proved to be insufficient to discharge the debt.
+He accepted a loan from Rufus, until he could give his bankers the
+necessary order to sell out some of his money invested in the Funds.
+His answer, when Rufus protested against this course, was
+characteristic of the teaching which he owed to the Community. "My dear
+fellow, I am bound to return the money you have lent to me--in the
+interests of our poor brethren. The next friend who borrows of you may
+not have the means of paying you back."
+
+After waiting for the return of Simple Sally, and waiting in vain,
+Amelius sent a chambermaid to her room, with a message to her. Rufus
+disapproved of this hasty proceeding. "Why disturb the girl at her
+looking-glass?" asked the old bachelor, with his quaintly humorous
+smile.
+
+Sally came in with no bright pleasure in her eyes this time; the girl
+looked worn and haggard. She drew Amelius away into a corner, and
+whispered to him. "I get a pain sometimes where the bruise is," she
+said; "and I've got it bad, now." She glanced, with an odd furtive
+jealousy, at Rufus. "I kept away from you," she explained, "because I
+didn't want _him_ to know." She stopped, and put her hand on her bosom,
+and clenched her teeth fast. "Never mind," she said cheerfully, as the
+pang passed away again; "I can bear it."
+
+Amelius, acting on impulse, as usual, instantly ordered the most
+comfortable carriage that the hotel possessed. He had heard terrible
+stories of the possible result of an injury to a woman's bosom. "I
+shall take her to the best doctor in London," he announced. Sally
+whispered to him again--still with her eye on Rufus. "Is _he_ going
+with us?" she asked. "No," said Amelius; "one of us must stay here to
+receive a message." Rufus looked after them very gravely, as the two
+left the room together.
+
+Applying for information to the mistress of the hotel, Amelius obtained
+the address of a consulting surgeon of great celebrity, while Sally was
+getting ready to go out.
+
+"Why don't you like my good friend upstairs?" he said to the girl as
+they drove away from the house. The answer came swift and straight from
+the heart of the daughter of Eve. "Because _you_ like him!" Amelius
+changed the subject: he asked if she was still in pain. She shook her
+head impatiently. Pain or no pain, the uppermost idea in her mind was
+still that idea of being his servant, which had already found
+expression in words before they left the lodgings. "Will you let me
+keep my beautiful new dress for going out on Sundays?" she asked. "The
+shabby old things will do when I am your servant. I can black your
+boots, and brush your clothes, and keep your room tidy--and I will try
+hard to learn, if you will have me taught to cook." Amelius attempted
+to change the subject again. He might as well have talked to her in an
+unknown tongue. The glorious prospect of being his servant absorbed the
+whole of her attention. "I'm little and I'm stupid," she went on; "but
+I do think I could learn to cook, if I knew I was doing it for _You."_
+She paused, and looked at him anxiously. "Do let me try!" she pleaded;
+"I haven't had much pleasure in my life--and I should like it so!" It
+was impossible to resist this. "You shall be as happy as I can make
+you, Sally," Amelius answered; "God knows it isn't much you ask for!"
+
+Something in those compassionate words set her thinking in another
+direction. It was sad to see how slowly and painfully she realized the
+idea that had been suggested to her.
+
+"I wonder whether you _can_ make me happy?" she said. "I suppose I have
+been happy before this--but I don't know when. I don't remember a time
+when I was not hungry or cold. Wait a bit. I do think I _was_ happy
+once. It was a long while ago, and it took me a weary time to do
+it--but I did learn at last to play a tune on the fiddle. The old man
+and his wife took it in turns to teach me. Somebody gave me to the old
+man and his wife; I don't know who it was, and I don't remember their
+names. They were musicians. In the fine streets they sang hymns, and in
+the poor streets they sang comic songs. It was cold, to be sure,
+standing barefoot on the pavement--but I got plenty of halfpence. The
+people said I was so little it was a shame to send me out, and so I got
+halfpence. I had bread and apples for supper, and a nice little corner
+under the staircase, to sleep in. Do you know, I do think I did enjoy
+myself at that time," she concluded, still a little doubtful whether
+those faint and far-off remembrances were really to be relied on.
+
+Amelius tried to lead her to other recollections. He asked her how old
+she was when she played the fiddle.
+
+"I don't know," she answered; "I don't know how old I am now. I don't
+remember anything before the fiddle. I can't call to mind how long it
+was first--but there came a time when the old man and his wife got into
+trouble. They went to prison, and I never saw them afterwards. I ran
+away with the fiddle; to get the halfpence, you know, all to myself. I
+think I should have got a deal of money, if it hadn't been for the
+boys. They're so cruel, the boys are. They broke my fiddle. I tried
+selling pencils after that; but people didn't seem to want pencils.
+They found me out begging. I got took up, and brought before the
+what-do-you-call-him--the gentleman who sits in a high place, you know,
+behind a desk. Oh, but I was frightened, when they took me before the
+gentleman! He looked very much puzzled. He says, 'Bring her up here;
+she's so small I can hardly see her.' He says, 'Good God! what am I to
+do with this unfortunate child?' There was plenty of people about. One
+of them says, 'The workhouse ought to take her.' And a lady came in,
+and she says, 'I'll take her, sir, if you'll let me.' And he knew her,
+and he let her. She took me to a place they called a Refuge--for
+wandering children, you know. It was very strict at the Refuge. They
+did give us plenty to eat, to be sure, and they taught us lessons. They
+told us about Our Father up in Heaven. I said a wrong thing--I said, 'I
+don't want him up in Heaven; I want him down here.' They were very much
+ashamed of me when I said that. I was a bad girl; I turned ungrateful.
+After a time, I ran away. You see, it was so strict, and I was so used
+to the streets. I met with a Scotchman in the streets. He wore a kilt,
+and played the pipes; he taught me to dance, and dressed me up like a
+Scotch girl. He had a curious wife, a sort of half-black woman. She
+used to dance too--on a bit of carpet, you know, so as not to spoil her
+fine shoes. They taught me songs; he taught me a Scotch song. And one
+day his wife said _she_ was English (I don't know how that was, being a
+half-black woman), and I should learn an English song. And they
+quarrelled about it. And she had her way. She taught me 'Sally in our
+Alley'. That's how I come to be called Sally. I hadn't any name of my
+own--I always had nicknames. Sally was the last of them, and Sally has
+stuck to me. I hope it isn't too common a name to please you? Oh, what
+a fine house! Are we really going in? Will they let _me_ in? How stupid
+I am! I forgot my beautiful clothes. You won't tell them, will you, if
+they take me for a lady?"
+
+The carriage had stopped at the great surgeon's house: the waiting-room
+was full of patients. Some of them were trying to read the books and
+newspapers on the table; and some of them were looking at each other,
+not only without the slightest sympathy, but occasionally even with
+downright distrust and dislike. Amelius took up a newspaper, and gave
+Sally an illustrated book to amuse her, while they waited to see the
+Surgeon in their turn.
+
+Two long hours passed, before the servant summoned Amelius to the
+consulting-room. Sally was wearily asleep in her chair. He left her
+undisturbed, having questions to put relating to the imperfectly
+developed state of her mind, which could not be asked in her presence.
+The surgeon listened, with no ordinary interest, to the young
+stranger's simple and straightforward narrative of what had happened on
+the previous night. "You are very unlike other young men," he said;
+"may I ask how you have been brought up?" The reply surprised him.
+"This opens quite a new view of Socialism," he said. "I thought your
+conduct highly imprudent at first--it seems to be the natural result of
+your teaching now. Let me see what I can do to help you."
+
+He was very grave and very gentle, when Sally was presented to him. His
+opinion of the injury to her bosom relieved the anxiety of Amelius:
+there might be pain for some little time to come, but there were no
+serious consequences to fear. Having written his prescription, and
+having put several questions to Sally, the surgeon sent her back, with
+marked kindness of manner, to wait for Amelius in the patients' room.
+
+"I have young daughters of my own," he said, when the door was closed;
+"and I cannot but feel for that unhappy creature, when I contrast her
+life with theirs. So far as I can see it, the natural growth of her
+senses--her higher and her lower senses alike--has been stunted, like
+the natural growth of her body, by starvation, terror, exposure to
+cold, and other influences inherent in the life that she has led. With
+nourishing food, pure air, and above all kind and careful treatment, I
+see no reason, at her age, why she should not develop into an
+intelligent and healthy young woman. Pardon me if I venture on giving
+you a word of advice. At your time of life, you will do well to place
+her at once under competent and proper care. You may live to regret it,
+if you are too confident in your own good motives in such a case as
+this. Come to me again, if I can be of any use to you. No," he
+continued, refusing to take his fee; "my help to that poor lost girl is
+help given freely." He shook hands with Amelius--a worthy member of the
+noble order to which he belonged.
+
+The surgeon's parting advice, following on the quaint protest of Rufus,
+had its effect on Amelius. He was silent and thoughtful when he got
+into the carriage again.
+
+Simple Sally looked at him with a vague sense of alarm. Her heart beat
+fast, under the perpetually recurring fear that she had done something
+or said something to offend him. "Was it bad behaviour in me," she
+asked, "to fall asleep in the chair?" Reassured, so far, she was still
+as anxious as ever to get at the truth. After long hesitation, and long
+previous thought, she ventured to try another question. "The gentleman
+sent me out of the room--did he say anything to set you against me?"
+
+"The gentleman said everything that was kind of you," Amelius replied,
+"and everything to make me hope that you will live to be a happy girl."
+
+She said nothing to that; vague assurances were no assurances to
+her--she only looked at him with the dumb fidelity of a dog. Suddenly,
+she dropped on her knees in the carriage, hid her face in her hands,
+and cried silently. Surprised and distressed, he attempted to raise her
+and console her. "No!" she said obstinately. "Something has happened to
+vex you, and you won't tell me what it is. Do, do, do tell me what it
+is!"
+
+"My dear child," said Amelius, "I was only thinking anxiously about
+you, in the time to come."
+
+She looked up at him quickly. "What! have you forgotten already?" she
+exclaimed. "I'm to be your servant in the time to come." She dried her
+eyes, and took her place again joyously by his side. "You did frighten
+me," she said, "and all for nothing. But you didn't mean it, did you?"
+
+An older man might have had the courage to undeceive her: Amelius
+shrank from it. He tried to lead her back to the melancholy story--so
+common and so terrible; so pitiable in its utter absence of sentiment
+or romance--the story of her past life.
+
+"No," she answered, with that quick insight where her feelings were
+concerned, which was the only quick insight that she possessed. "I
+don't like making you sorry; and you did look sorry--you did--when I
+talked about it before. The streets, the streets, the streets; little
+girl, or big girl, it's only the streets; and always being hungry or
+cold; and cruel men when it isn't cruel boys. I want to be happy! I
+want to enjoy my new clothes! You tell me about your own self. What
+makes you so kind? I can't make it out; try as I may, I can't make it
+out."
+
+Some time elapsed before they got back to the hotel. Amelius drove as
+far as the City, to give the necessary instructions to his bankers.
+
+On returning to the sitting-room at last, he discovered that his
+American friend was not alone. A gray-haired lady with a bright
+benevolent face was talking earnestly to Rufus. The instant Sally
+discovered the stranger, she started back, fled to the shelter of her
+bedchamber, and locked herself in. Amelius, entering the room after a
+little hesitation, was presented to Mrs. Payson.
+
+"There was something in my old friend's note," said the lady, smiling
+and turning to Rufus, "which suggested to me that I should do well to
+answer it personally. I am not too old yet to follow the impulse of the
+moment, sometimes; and I am very glad that I did so. I have heard what
+is, to me, a very interesting story. Mr. Goldenheart, I respect you!
+And I will prove it by helping you, with all my heart and soul, to save
+that poor little girl who has just run away from me. Pray don't make
+excuses for her; I should have run away too, at her age. We have
+arranged," she continued, looking again at Rufus, "that I shall take
+you both to the Home, this afternoon. If we can prevail on Sally to go
+with us, one serious obstacle in our way will be overcome. Tell me the
+number of her room. I want to try if I can't make friends with her. I
+have had some experience; and I don't despair of bringing her back
+here, hand in hand with the terrible person who has frightened her."
+
+The two men were left together. Amelius attempted to speak.
+
+"Keep it down," said Rufus; "no premature outbreak of opinion, if you
+please, yet awhile. Wait till she has fixed Sally, and shown us the
+Paradise of the poor girls. It's within the London postal district, and
+that's all I know about it. Well, now, and did you go to the doctor?
+Thunder! what's come to the boy? Seems as though he had left his
+complexion in the carriage! He looks, I do declare, as if he wanted
+medical tinkering himself."
+
+Amelius explained that his past night had been a wakeful one, and that
+the events of the day had not allowed him any opportunities of repose.
+"Since the morning," he said, "things have hurried so, one on the top
+of the other, that I am beginning to feel a little dazed and weary."
+Without a word of remark, Rufus produced the remedy. The materials were
+ready on the sideboard--he made a cocktail.
+
+"Another?" asked the New Englander, after a reasonable lapse of time.
+
+Amelius declined taking another. He stretched himself on the sofa; his
+good friend considerately took up a newspaper. For the first time that
+day, he had now the prospect of a quiet interval for rest and thought.
+In less than a minute the delusive prospect vanished. He started to his
+feet again, disturbed by a new anxiety. Having leisure to think, he had
+thought of Regina. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed; "she's waiting to see
+me--and I never remembered it till this moment!" He looked at his
+watch: it was five o'clock. "What am I to do?" he said helplessly.
+
+Rufus laid down the newspaper, and considered the new difficulty in its
+various aspects.
+
+"We are bound to go with Mrs. Payson to the Home," he said; "and, I
+tell you this, Amelius, the matter of Sally is not a matter to be
+played with; it's a thing that's got to be done. In your place I should
+write politely to Miss Regina, and put it off till to-morrow."
+
+In ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, a man who took Rufus for his
+counsellor was a man who acted wisely in every sense of the word.
+Events, however, of which Amelius and his friend were both ignorant
+alike, had so ordered it, that the American's well-meant advice, in
+this one exceptional case, was the very worst advice that could have
+been given. In an hour more, Jervy and Mrs. Sowler were to meet at the
+tavern door. The one last hope of protecting Mrs. Farnaby from the
+abominable conspiracy of which she was the destined victim, rested
+solely on the fulfilment by Amelius of his engagement with Regina for
+that day. Always ready to interfere with the progress of the courtship,
+Mrs. Farnaby would be especially eager to seize the first opportunity
+of speaking to her young Socialist friend on the subject of his
+lecture. In the course of the talk between them, the idea which, in the
+present disturbed state of his mind, had not struck him yet--the idea
+that the outcast of the streets might, by the barest conceivable
+possibility, be identified with the lost daughter--would, in one way or
+another, be almost infallibly suggested to Amelius; and, at the
+eleventh hour, the conspiracy would be foiled. If, on the other hand,
+the American's fatal advice was followed, the next morning's post might
+bring a letter from Jervy to Mrs. Farnaby--with this disastrous result.
+At the first words spoken by Amelius, she would put an end to all
+further interest in the subject on his part, by telling him that the
+lost girl had been found, and found by another person.
+
+Rufus pointed to the writing-materials on a side table, which he had
+himself used earlier in the day. The needful excuse was, unhappily,
+quite easy to find. A misunderstanding with his landlady had obliged
+Amelius to leave his lodgings at an hour's notice, and had occupied him
+in trying to find a new residence for the rest of the day. The note was
+written. Rufus, who was nearest to the bell, stretched out his hand to
+ring for the messenger. Amelius suddenly stopped him.
+
+"She doesn't like me to disappoint her," he said. "I needn't stay
+long--I might get there and back in half an hour, in a fast cab."
+
+His conscience was not quite easy. The sense of having forgotten
+Regina--no matter how naturally and excusably--oppressed him with a
+feeling of self-reproach. Rufus raised no objection; the hesitation of
+Amelius was unquestionably creditable to him. "If you must do it, my
+son," he said, "do it right away--and we'll wait for you."
+
+Amelius took up his hat. The door opened as he approached it, and Mrs.
+Payson entered the room, leading Simple Sally by the hand.
+
+"We are all going together," said the genial old lady, "to see my large
+family of daughters at the Home. We can have our talk in the carriage.
+It's an hour's drive from this place--and I must be back again to
+dinner at half-past seven."
+
+Amelius and Rufus looked at each other. Amelius thought of pleading an
+engagement, and asking to be excused. Under the circumstances, it was
+assuredly not a very gracious thing to do. Before he could make up his
+mind, one way or the other, Sally stole to his side, and put her hand
+on his arm. Mrs. Payson had done wonders in conquering the girl's
+inveterate distrust of strangers, and, to a certain extent at least,
+winning her confidence. But no early influence could shake Sally's
+dog-like devotion to Amelius. Her jealous instinct discovered something
+suspicious in his sudden silence. "You must go with us," she said, "I
+won't go without you."
+
+"Certainly not," Mrs. Payson added; "I promised her that, of course,
+beforehand."
+
+Rufus rang the bell, and despatched the messenger to Regina. "That's
+the one way out of it, my son," he whispered to Amelius, as they
+followed Mrs. Payson and Sally down the stairs of the hotel.
+
+
+They had just driven up to the gates of the Home, when Jervy and his
+accomplice met at the tavern, and entered on their consultation in a
+private room.
+
+In spite of her poverty-stricken appearance, Mrs. Sowler was not
+absolutely destitute. In various underhand and wicked ways, she
+contrived to put a few shillings in her pocket from week to week. If
+she was half starved, it was for the very ordinary reason, among
+persons of her vicious class, that she preferred spending her money on
+drink. Stating his business with her, as reservedly and as cunningly as
+usual, Jervy found, to his astonishment, that even this squalid old
+creature presumed to bargain with him. The two wretches were on the
+point of a quarrel which might have delayed the execution of the plot
+against Mrs. Farnaby, but for the vile self-control which made Jervy
+one of the most formidable criminals living. He gave way on the
+question of money--and, from that moment, he had Mrs. Sowler absolutely
+at his disposal.
+
+"Meet me to-morrow morning, to receive your instructions," he said.
+"The time is ten sharp; and the place is the powder-magazine in Hyde
+Park. And mind this! You must be decently dressed--you know where to
+hire the things. If I smell you of spirits to-morrow morning, I shall
+employ somebody else. No; not a farthing now. You will have your
+money--first instalment only, mind!--to-morrow at ten."
+
+Left by himself, Jervy sent for pen, ink, and paper. Using his left
+hand, which was just as serviceable to him as his right, he traced
+these lines:--
+
+"You are informed, by an unknown friend, that a certain lost young lady
+is now living in a foreign country, and may be restored to her
+afflicted mother on receipt of a sufficient sum to pay expenses, and to
+reward the writer of this letter, who is undeservedly, in distressed
+circumstances.
+
+"Are you, madam, the mother? I ask the question in the strictest
+confidence, knowing nothing certainly but that your husband was the
+person who put the young lady out to nurse in her infancy.
+
+"I don't address your husband, because his inhuman desertion of the
+poor baby does not incline me to trust him. I run the risk of trusting
+you--to a certain extent--at starting. Shall I drop a hint which may
+help you to identify the child, in your own mind? It would be
+inexcusably foolish on my part to speak too plainly, just yet. The hint
+must be a vague one. Suppose I use a poetical expression, and say that
+the young lady is enveloped in mystery from head to foot--especially
+the foot?
+
+"In the event of my addressing the right person, I beg to offer a
+suggestion for a preliminary interview.
+
+"If you will take a walk on the bridge over the Serpentine River, on
+Kensington Gardens side, at half-past ten o'clock to-morrow morning,
+holding a white handkerchief in your left hand, you will meet the
+much-injured woman, who was deceived into taking charge of the infant
+child at Ramsgate, and will be satisfied so far that you are giving
+your confidence to persons who really deserve it."
+
+Jervy addressed this infamous letter to Mrs. Farnaby, in an ordinary
+envelope, marked "Private." He posted it, that night, with his own
+hand.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+"Rufus! I don't quite like the way you look at me. You seem to think--"
+
+"Give it tongue, my son. What do I seem to think?"
+
+"You think I'm forgetting Regina. You don't believe I'm just as fond of
+her as ever. The fact is, you're an old bachelor."
+
+"That is so. Where's the harm, Amelius?"
+
+"I don't understand--"
+
+"You're out there, my bright boy. I reckon I understand more than you
+think for. The wisest thing you ever did in your life is what you did
+this evening, when you committed Sally to the care of those ladies at
+the Home."
+
+"Good night, Rufus. We shall quarrel if I stay here any longer."
+
+"Good night, Amelius. We shan't quarrel, stay here as long as you
+like."
+
+The good deed had been done; the sacrifice--already a painful
+sacrifice--had been made. Mrs. Payson was old enough to speak plainly,
+as well as seriously, to Amelius of the absolute necessity of
+separating himself from Simple Sally, without any needless delay. "You
+have seen for yourself," she said, "that the plan on which this little
+household is ruled is the unvarying plan of patience and kindness. So
+far as Sally is concerned, you can be quite sure that she will never
+hear a harsh word, never meet with a hard look, while she is under our
+care. The lamentable neglect under which the poor creature has
+suffered, will be tenderly remembered and atoned for, here. If we can't
+make her happy among us, I promise that she shall leave the Home, if
+she wishes it, in six weeks' time. As to yourself, consider your
+position if you persist in taking her back with you. Our good friend
+Rufus has told me that you are engaged to be married. Think of the
+misinterpretations, to say the least of it, to which you would subject
+yourself--think of the reports which would sooner or later find their
+way to the young lady's ears, and of the deplorable consequences that
+would follow. I believe implicitly in the purity of your motives. But
+remember Who taught us to pray that we may not be led into
+temptation--and complete the good work that you have begun, by leaving
+Sally among friends and sisters in this house."
+
+To any honourable man, these were unanswerable words. Coming after what
+Rufus and the surgeon had already said to him, they left Amelius no
+alternative but to yield. He pleaded for leave to write to Sally, and
+to see her, at a later interval, when she might be reconciled to her
+new life. Mrs. Payson had just consented to both requests, Rufus had
+just heartily congratulated him on his decision--when the door was
+thrown violently open. Simple Sally ran into the room, followed by one
+of the women-attendants in a state of breathless surprise.
+
+"She showed me a bedroom," cried Sally, pointing indignantly to the
+woman; "and she asked if I should like to sleep there." She turned to
+Amelius, and caught him by the hand to lead him away. The ineradicable
+instinct of distrust had been once more roused in her by the too
+zealous attendant. "I'm not going to stay here," she said; "I'm going
+away with You!"
+
+Amelius glanced at Mrs. Payson. Sally tried to drag him to the door. He
+did his best to reassure her by a smile; he spoke confusedly some
+composing words. But his honest face, always accustomed to tell the
+truth, told the truth now. The poor lost creature, whose feeble
+intelligence was so slow to discern, so inapt to reflect, looked at him
+with the heart's instantaneous perception, and saw her doom. She let go
+of his hand. Her head sank. Without word or cry, she dropped on the
+floor at his feet.
+
+The attendant instantly raised her, and placed her on a sofa. Mrs.
+Payson saw how resolutely Amelius struggled to control himself, and
+felt for him with all her heart. Turning aside for a moment, she
+hastily wrote a few lines, and returned to him. "Go, before we revive
+her," she whispered; "and give what I have written to the coachman. You
+shall suffer no anxiety that I can spare you," said the excellent
+woman; "I will stay here myself to-night, and reconcile her to the new
+life."
+
+She held out her hand; Amelius kissed it in silence. Rufus led him out.
+Not a word dropped from his lips on the long drive back to London.
+
+His mind was disturbed by other subjects besides the subject of Sally.
+He thought of his future, darkened by the doubtful marriage-engagement
+that was before him. Alone with Rufus, for the rest of the evening, he
+petulantly misunderstood the sympathy with which the kindly American
+regarded him. Their bedrooms were next to each other. Rufus heard him
+walking restlessly to and fro, and now and then talking to himself.
+After a while, these sounds ceased. He was evidently worn out, and was
+getting the rest that he needed, at last.
+
+The next morning he received a few lines from Mrs. Payson, giving a
+favourable account of Sally, and promising further particulars in a day
+or two.
+
+Encouraged by this good news, revived by a long night's sleep, he went
+towards noon to pay his postponed visit to Regina. At that early hour,
+he could feel sure that his interview with her would not be interrupted
+by visitors. She received him quietly and seriously, pressing his hand
+with a warmer fondness than usual. He had anticipated some complaint of
+his absence on the previous day, and some severe allusion to his
+appearance in the capacity of a Socialist lecturer. Regina's
+indulgence, or Regina's interest in circumstances of more pressing
+importance, preserved a merciful silence on both subjects.
+
+"It is a comfort to me to see you, Amelius," she said; "I am in trouble
+about my uncle, and I am weary of my own anxious thoughts. Something
+unpleasant has happened in Mr. Farnaby's business. He goes to the City
+earlier, and he returns much later, than usual. When he does come back,
+he doesn't speak to me--he locks himself into his room; and he looks
+worn and haggard when I make his breakfast for him in the morning. You
+know that he is one of the directors of the new bank? There was
+something about the bank in the newspaper yesterday which upset him
+dreadfully; he put down his cup of coffee--and went away to the City,
+without eating his breakfast. I don't like to worry you about it,
+Amelius. But my aunt seems to take no interest in her husband's
+affairs--and it is really a relief to me to talk of my troubles to you.
+I have kept the newspaper; do look at what it says about the bank, and
+tell me if you understand it!"
+
+Amelius read the passage pointed out to him. He knew as little of
+banking business as Regina. "So far as I can make it out," he said,
+"they're paying away money to their shareholders which they haven't
+earned. How do they do that, I wonder?"
+
+Regina changed the subject in despair. She asked Amelius if he had
+found new lodgings. Hearing that he had not yet succeeded in the search
+for a residence, she opened a drawer of her work-table, and took out a
+card.
+
+"The brother of one of my schoolfellows is going to be married," she
+said. "He has a pretty bachelor cottage in the neighbourhood of the
+Regent's Park--and he wants to sell it, with the furniture, just as it
+is. I don't know whether you care to encumber yourself with a little
+house of your own. His sister has asked me to distribute some of his
+cards, with the address and the particulars. It might be worth your
+while, perhaps, to look at the cottage when you pass that way."
+
+Amelius took the card. The small feminine restraints and gentlenesses
+of Regina, her quiet even voice, her serene grace of movement, had a
+pleasantly soothing effect on his mind after the anxieties of the last
+four and twenty hours. He looked at her bending over her embroidery,
+deftly and gracefully industrious--and drew his chair closer to her.
+She smiled softly over her work, conscious that he was admiring her,
+and placidly pleased to receive the tribute.
+
+"I would buy the cottage at once," said Amelius, "if I thought you
+would come and live in it with me."
+
+She looked up gravely, with her needle suspended in her hand.
+
+"Don't let us return to that," she answered, and went on again with her
+embroidery.
+
+"Why not?" Amelius asked.
+
+She persisted in working, as industriously as if she had been a poor
+needlewoman, with serious reasons for being eager to get her money. "It
+is useless," she replied, "to speak of what cannot be for some time to
+come."
+
+Amelius stopped the progress of the embroidery by taking her hand. Her
+devotion to her work irritated him.
+
+"Look at me, Regina," he said, steadily controlling himself. "I want to
+propose that we shall give way a little on both sides. I won't hurry
+you; I will wait a reasonable time. If I promise that, surely you may
+yield a little in return. Money seems to be a hard taskmaster, my
+darling, after what you have told me about your uncle. See how he
+suffers because he is bent on being rich; and ask yourself if it isn't
+a warning to us not to follow his example! Would you like to see _me_
+too wretched to speak to you, or to eat my breakfast--and all for the
+sake of a little outward show? Come, come! let us think of ourselves.
+Why should we waste the best days of our life apart, when we are both
+free to be happy together? I have another good friend besides
+Rufus--the good friend of my father before me. He knows all sorts of
+great people, and he will help me to some employment. In six months'
+time I might have a little salary to add to my income. Say the sweetest
+words, my darling, that ever fell from your lips--say you will marry me
+in six months!"
+
+It was not in a woman's nature to be insensible to such pleading as
+this. She all but yielded. "I should like to say it, dear!" she
+answered, with a little fluttering sigh.
+
+"Say it, then!" Amelius suggested tenderly.
+
+She took refuge again in her embroidery. "If you would only give me a
+little time," she suggested, "I might say it."
+
+"Time for what, my own love?"
+
+"Time to wait, dear, till my uncle is not quite so anxious as he is
+now."
+
+"Don't talk of your uncle, Regina! You know as well as I do what he
+would say. Good heavens! why can't you decide for yourself? No! I don't
+want to hear over again about what you owe to Mr. Farnaby--I heard
+enough of it on that day in the shrubbery. Oh, my dear girl, do have
+some feeling for me! do for once have a will of your own!"
+
+Those last words were an offence to her self-esteem. "I think it's very
+rude to tell me I have no will of my own," she said, "and very hard to
+press in this way when you know I am in trouble." The inevitable
+handkerchief appeared, adding emphasis to the protest--and the becoming
+tears showed themselves modestly in Regina's magnificent eyes.
+
+Amelius started out of his chair, and walked away to the window. That
+last reference to Mr. Farnaby's pecuniary cares was more than he had
+patience to endure. "She can't even forget her uncle and his bank," he
+thought, "when I am speaking to her of our marriage!"
+
+He kept his face hidden from her, at the window. By some subtle process
+of association which he was unable to trace, the image of Simple Sally
+rose in his mind. An irresistible influence forced him to think of
+her--not as the poor, starved, degraded, half-witted creature of the
+streets, but as the grateful girl who had asked for no happier future
+than to be his servant, who had dropped senseless at his feet at the
+bare prospect of parting with him. His sense of self-respect, his
+loyalty to his betrothed wife, resolutely resisted the unworthy
+conclusion to which his own thoughts were leading him. He turned back
+again to Regina; he spoke so loudly and so vehemently that the
+gathering flow of her tears was suspended in surprise. "You're right,
+you're quite right, my dear! I ought to give you time, of course. I try
+to control my hasty temper, but I don't always succeed--just at first.
+Pray forgive me; it shall be exactly as you wish."
+
+Regina forgave him, with a gentle and ladylike astonishment at the
+excitable manner in which he made his excuses. She even neglected her
+embroidery, and put her face up to him to be kissed. "You are so nice,
+dear," she said, "when you are not violent and unreasonable. It is such
+a pity you were brought up in America. Won't you stay to lunch?"
+
+Happily for Amelius, the footman appeared at this critical moment with
+a message: "My mistress wishes particularly to see you, sir, before you
+go."
+
+This was the first occasion, in the experience of the lovers, on which
+Mrs. Farnaby had expressed her wishes through the medium of a servant,
+instead of appearing personally. The curiosity of Regina was mildly
+excited. "What a very odd message!" she said; "what does it mean? My
+aunt went out earlier than usual this morning, and I have not seen her
+since. I wonder whether she is going to consult you about my uncle's
+affairs?"
+
+"I'll go and see," said Amelius.
+
+"And stay to lunch?" Regina reiterated.
+
+"Not to-day, my dear."
+
+"To-morrow, then?"
+
+"Yes, to-morrow." So he escaped. As he opened the door, he looked back,
+and kissed his hand. Regina raised her head for a moment, and smiled
+charmingly. She was hard at work again over her embroidery.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+The door of Mrs. Farnaby's ground-floor room, at the back of the house,
+was partially open. She was on the watch for Amelius.
+
+"Come in!" she cried, the moment he appeared in the hall. She pulled
+him into the room, and shut the door with a bang. Her face was flushed,
+her eyes were wild. "I have something to tell you, you dear good
+fellow," she burst out excitedly--"Something in confidence, between you
+and me!" She paused, and looked at him with sudden anxiety and alarm.
+"What's the matter with you?" she asked.
+
+The sight of the room, the reference to a secret, the prospect of
+another private conference, forced back the mind of Amelius, in one
+breathless instant, to his first memorable interview with Mrs. Farnaby.
+The mother's piteously hopeful words, in speaking of her lost daughter,
+rang in his ears again as if they had just fallen from her lips. "She
+may be lost in the labyrinth of London. . . . To-morrow, or ten years
+hence, you _might_ meet with her." There were a hundred chances against
+it--a thousand, ten thousand chances against it. The startling
+possibility flashed across his brain, nevertheless, like a sudden flow
+of daylight across the dark. _"Have_ I met with her, at the first
+chance?"
+
+"Wait," he cried; "I have something to say before you speak to me. Don't
+deceive yourself with vain hopes. Promise me that, before I begin."
+
+She waved her hand derisively. "Hopes?" she repeated; "I have done with
+hopes, I have done with fears--I have got to certainties, at last!"
+
+He was too eager to heed anything that she said to him; his whole soul
+was absorbed in the coming disclosure. "Two nights since," he went on,
+"I was wandering about London, and I met--"
+
+She burst out laughing. "Go on!" she cried, with a wild derisive
+gaiety.
+
+Amelius stopped, perplexed and startled. "What are you laughing at?" he
+asked.
+
+"Go on!" she repeated. "I defy you to surprise me. Out with it! Whom
+did you meet?"
+
+Amelius proceeded doubtfully, by a word at a time. "I met a poor girl
+in the streets," he said, steadily watching her.
+
+She changed completely at those words; she looked at him with an aspect
+of stern reproach. "No more of it," she interposed; "I have not waited
+all these miserable years for such a horrible end as that." Her face
+suddenly brightened; a radiant effusion of tenderness and triumph
+flowed over it, and made it young and happy again. "Amelius!" she said,
+"listen to this. My dream has come true--my girl is found! Thanks to
+you, though you don't know it."
+
+Amelius looked at her. Was she speaking of something that had really
+happened? or had she been dreaming again?
+
+Absorbed in her own happiness, she made no remark on his silence. "I
+have seen the woman," she went on. "This bright blessed morning I have
+seen the woman who took her away in the first days of her poor little
+life. The wretch swears she was not to blame. I tried to forgive her.
+Perhaps I almost did forgive her, in the joy of hearing what she had to
+tell me. I should never have heard it, Amelius, if you had not given
+that glorious lecture. The woman was one of your audience. She would
+never have spoken of those past days; she would never have thought of
+me--"
+
+At those words, Mrs. Farnaby abruptly stopped, and turned her face away
+from Amelius. After waiting a little, finding her still silent, still
+immovable, he ventured on putting a question.
+
+"Are you sure you are not deceived?" he asked. "I remember you told me
+that rogues had tried to impose on you, in past times when you employed
+people to find her."
+
+"I have proof that I am not being imposed upon," Mrs. Farnaby answered,
+still keeping her face hidden from him. "One of them knows of the fault
+in her foot."
+
+"One of them?" Amelius repeated. "How many of them are there?"
+
+"Two. The old woman, and a young man."
+
+"What are their names?"
+
+"They won't tell me their names yet."
+
+"Isn't that a little suspicious?"
+
+"One of them knows," Mrs. Farnaby reiterated, "of the fault in her
+foot."
+
+"May I ask which of them knows? The old woman, I suppose?"
+
+"No, the young man."
+
+"That's strange, isn't it? Have you seen the young man?"
+
+"I know nothing of him, except the little that the woman told me. He
+has written me a letter."
+
+"May I look at it?"
+
+"I daren't let you look at it!"
+
+Amelius said no more. If he had felt the smallest suspicion that the
+disclosure volunteered by Mrs. Farnaby, at their first interview, had
+been overheard by the unknown person who had opened the swinging window
+in the kitchen, he might have recalled Phoebe's vindictive language at
+his lodgings, and the doubts suggested to him by his discovery of the
+vagabond waiting for her in the street. As it was, he was simply
+puzzled. The one plain conclusion to his mind was, unhappily, the
+natural conclusion after what he had heard--that Mrs. Farnaby had no
+sort of interest in the discovery of Simple Sally, and that he need
+trouble himself with no further anxiety in that matter. Strange as Mrs.
+Farnaby's mysterious revelation seemed, her correspondent's knowledge
+of the fault in the foot was circumstance in his favour, beyond
+dispute. Amelius still wondered inwardly how it was that the woman who
+had taken charge of the child had failed to discover what appeared to
+be known to another person. If he had been aware that Mrs. Sowler's
+occupation at the time was the occupation of a "baby-farmer," and that
+she had many other deserted children pining under her charge, he might
+have easily understood that she was the last person in the world to
+trouble herself with a minute examination of any one of the unfortunate
+little creatures abandoned to her drunken and merciless neglect. Jervy
+had satisfied himself, before he trusted her with his instructions,
+that she knew no more than the veriest stranger of any peculiarity in
+one or the other of the child's feet.
+
+Interpreting Mrs. Farnaby's last reply to him as an intimation that
+their interview was at an end, Amelius took up his hat to go.
+
+"I hope with all my heart," he said, "that what has begun so well will
+end well. If there is any service that I can do for you--"
+
+She drew nearer to him, and put her hand gently on his shoulder. "Don't
+think that I distrust you," she said very earnestly; "I am unwilling to
+shock you--that is all. Even this great joy has a dark side to it; my
+miserable married life casts its shadow on everything that happens to
+me. Keep secret from everybody the little that I have told you--you
+will ruin me if you say one word of it to any living creature. I ought
+not to have opened my heart to you--but how could I help it, when the
+happiness that is coming to me has come through you? When you say
+good-bye to me to-day, Amelius, you say good-bye to me for the last
+time in this house. I am going away. Don't ask me why--that is one more
+among the things which I daren't tell you! You shall hear from me, or
+see me--I promise that. Give me some safe address to write to; some
+place where there are no inquisitive women who may open my letter in
+your absence."
+
+She handed him her pocket-book. Amelius wrote down in it the address of
+his club.
+
+She took his hand. "Think of me kindly," she said. "And, once more,
+don't be afraid of my being deceived. There is a hard part of me still
+left which keeps me on my guard. The old woman tried, this morning, to
+make me talk to her about that little fault we know of in my child's
+foot. But I thought to myself, 'If you had taken a proper interest in
+my poor baby while she was with you, you must sooner or later have
+found it out.' Not a word passed my lips. No, no, don't be anxious when
+you think of me. I am as sharp as they are; I mean to find out how the
+man who wrote to me discovered what he knows; he shall satisfy me, I
+promise you, when I see him or hear from him next. All this is between
+ourselves strictly, sacredly between ourselves. Say nothing--I know I
+can trust you. Good-bye, and forgive me for having been so often in
+your way with Regina. I shall never be in your way again. Marry her, if
+you think she is good enough for you; I have no more interest now in
+your being a roving bachelor, meeting with girls here, there, and
+everywhere. You shall know how it goes on. Oh, I am so happy!"
+
+She burst into tears, and signed to Amelius with a wild gesture of
+treaty to leave her.
+
+He pressed her hand in silence, and went out.
+
+Almost as the door closed on him, the variable woman changed again. For
+a while she walked rapidly to and fro, talking to herself. The course
+of her tears ceased. Her lips closed firmly; her eyes assumed an
+expression of savage resolve. She sat down at the table and opened her
+desk. "I'll read it once more," she said to herself, "before I seal it
+up."
+
+She took from her desk a letter of her own writing, and spread it out
+before her. With her elbows on the table, and her hands clasped
+fiercely in her hair, she read these lines addressed to her husband:--
+
+
+JOHN FARNABY,--I have always suspected that you had something to do
+with the disappearance of our child. I know for certain now that you
+deliberately cast your infant daughter on the mercy of the world, and
+condemned your wife to a life of wretchedness.
+
+"Don't suppose that I have been deceived! I have spoken with the woman
+who waited by the garden-paling at Ramsgate, and who took the child
+from your hands. She saw you with me at the lecture; and she is
+absolutely sure that you are the man.
+
+"Thanks to the meeting at the lecture-hall, I am at last on the trace
+of my lost daughter. This morning I heard the woman's story. She kept
+the child, on the chance of its being reclaimed, until she could afford
+to keep it no longer. She met with a person who was willing to adopt
+it, and who took it away with her to a foreign country, not mentioned
+to me yet. In that country my daughter is still living, and will be
+restored to me on conditions which will be communicated in a few days'
+time.
+
+"Some of this story may be true, and some of it may be false; the woman
+may be lying to serve her own interests with me. Of one thing I am
+sure--my girl is identified, by means known to me of which there can be
+no doubt. And she must be still living, because the interest of the
+persons treating with me is an interest in her life.
+
+"When you receive this letter, on your return from business to-night, I
+shall have left you, and left you for ever. The bare thought of even
+looking at you again fills me with horror. I have my own income, and I
+mean to take my own way. In your best interests I warn you, make no
+attempt to trace me. I declare solemnly that, rather than let your
+deserted daughter be polluted by the sight of you, I would kill you
+with my own hand, and die for it on the scaffold. If she ever asks for
+her father, I will do you one service. For the honour of human nature,
+I will tell her that her father is dead. It will not be all a
+falsehood. I repudiate you and your name--you are dead to me from this
+time forth.
+
+"I sign myself by my father's name--
+
+"EMMA RONALD."
+
+
+She had said herself that she was unwilling to shock Amelius. This was
+the reason.
+
+After thinking a little, she sealed and directed the letter. This done,
+she unlocked the wooden press which had once contained the baby's frock
+and cap, and those other memorials of the past which she called her
+"dead consolations." After satisfying herself that the press was empty,
+she wrote on a card, "To be called for by a messenger from my
+bankers"--and tied the card to a tin box in a corner, secured by a
+padlock. She lifted the box, and placed it in front of the press, so
+that it might be easily visible to any one entering the room. The safe
+keeping of her treasures provided for, she took the sealed letter, and,
+ascending the stairs, placed it on the table in her husband's
+dressing-room. She hurried out again, the instant after, as if the
+sight of the place were intolerable to her.
+
+Passing to the other end of the corridor, she entered her own
+bedchamber, and put on her bonnet and cloak. A leather handbag was on
+the bed. She took it up, and looked round the large luxurious room with
+a shudder of disgust. What she had suffered, within those four walls,
+no human creature knew but herself. She hurried out, as she had hurried
+out of her husband's dressing-room.
+
+Her niece was still in the drawing-room. As she reached the door, she
+hesitated, and stopped. The girl was a good girl, in her own dull
+placid way--and her sister's daughter, too. A last little act of
+kindness would perhaps be a welcome act to remember. She opened the
+door so suddenly that Regina started, with a small cry of alarm. "Oh,
+aunt, how you frighten one! Are you going out?" "Yes; I'm going out,"
+was the short answer. "Come here. Give me a kiss." Regina looked up in
+wide-eyed astonishment. Mrs. Farnaby stamped impatiently on the floor.
+Regina rose, gracefully bewildered. "My dear aunt, how very odd!" she
+said--and gave the kiss demanded, with a serenely surprised elevation
+of her finely shaped eyebrows. "Yes," said Mrs. Farnaby; "that's
+it--one of my oddities. Go back to your work. Good-bye."
+
+She left the room, as abruptly as she had entered it. With her firm
+heavy step she descended to the hall, passed out at the house door, and
+closed it behind her--never to return to it again.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+Amelius left Mrs. Farnaby, troubled by emotions of confusion and alarm,
+which he was the last man living to endure patiently. Her extraordinary
+story of the discovered daughter, the still more startling assertion of
+her solution to leave the house, the absence of any plain explanation,
+the burden of secrecy imposed on him--all combined together to irritate
+his sensitive nerves. "I hate mysteries," he thought; "and ever since I
+landed in England, I seem fated to be mixed up in them. Does she really
+mean to leave her husband and her niece? What will Farnaby do? What
+will become of Regina?"
+
+To think of Regina was to think of the new repulse of which he had been
+made the subject. Again he had appealed to her love for him, and again
+she had refused to marry him at his own time.
+
+He was especially perplexed and angry, when he reflected on the
+unassailably strong influence which her uncle appeared to have over
+her. All Regina's sympathy was with Mr. Farnaby and his troubles.
+Amelius might have understood her a little better, if she had told him
+what had passed between her uncle and herself on the night of Mr.
+Farnaby's return, in a state of indignation, from the lecture. In
+terror of the engagement being broken off, she had been forced to
+confess that she was too fond of Amelius to prevail on herself to part
+with him. If he attempted a second exposition of his Socialist
+principles on the platform, she owned that it might be impossible to
+receive him again as a suitor. But she pleaded hard for the granting of
+a pardon to the first offence, in the interests of her own
+tranquillity, if not in mercy to Amelius. Mr. Farnaby, already troubled
+by his commercial anxieties, had listened more amiably, and also more
+absently, than usual; and had granted her petition with the ready
+indulgence of a preoccupied man. It had been decided between them that
+the offence of the lecture should be passed over in discreet silence.
+Regina's gratitude for this concession inspired her sympathy with her
+uncle in his present state of suspense. She had been sorely tempted to
+tell Amelius what had happened. But the natural reserve of her
+character--fortified, in this instance, by the defensive pride which
+makes a woman unwilling, before marriage, to confess her weakness
+unreservedly to the man who has caused it--had sealed her lips. "When
+he is a little less violent and a little more humble," she thought,
+"perhaps I may tell him."
+
+So it fell out that Amelius took his way through the streets, a
+mystified and an angry man.
+
+Arrived in sight of the hotel, he stopped, and looked about him.
+
+It was impossible to disguise from himself that a lurking sense of
+regret was making itself felt, in his present frame of mind, when he
+thought of Simple Sally. In all probability, he would have quarrelled
+with any man who had accused him of actually lamenting the girl's
+absence, and wanting her back again. He happened to recollect her
+artless blue eyes, with their vague patient look, and her quaint
+childish questions put so openly in so sweet a voice--and that was all.
+Was there anything reprehensible, if you please, in an act of
+remembrance? Comforting himself with these considerations, he moved on
+again a step or two--and stopped once more. In his present humour, he
+shrank from facing Rufus. The American read him like a book; the
+American would ask irritating questions. He turned his back on the
+hotel, and looked at his watch. As he took it out, his finger and thumb
+touched something else in his waistcoat-pocket. It was the card that
+Regina had given to him--the card of the cottage to let. He had nothing
+to do, and nowhere to go. Why not look at the cottage? If it proved to
+be not worth seeing, the Zoological Gardens were in the
+neighbourhood--and there are periods in a man's life when he finds the
+society that walks on four feet a welcome relief from the society that
+walks on two.
+
+It was a fairly fine day. He turned northward towards the Regent's
+Park.
+
+The cottage was in a by-road, just outside the park: a cottage in the
+strictest sense of the word. A sitting-room, a library, and a
+bedroom--all of small proportions--and, under them a kitchen and two
+more rooms, represented the whole of the little dwelling from top to
+bottom. It was simply and prettily furnished; and it was completely
+surrounded by its own tiny plot of garden-ground. The library
+especially was a perfect little retreat, looking out on the back
+garden; peaceful and shady, and adorned with bookcases of old carved
+oak.
+
+Amelius had hardly looked round the room, before his inflammable brain
+was on fire with a new idea. Other idle men in trouble had found the
+solace and the occupation of their lives in books. Why should he not be
+one of them? Why not plunge into study in this delightful
+retirement--and perhaps, one day, astonish Regina and Mr. Farnaby by
+bursting on the world as the writer of a famous book? Exactly as
+Amelius, two days since, had seen himself in the future, a public
+lecturer in receipt of glorious fees--so he now saw himself the
+celebrated scholar and writer of a new era to come. The woman who
+showed the cottage happened to mention that a gentleman had already
+looked over it that morning, and had seemed to like it. Amelius
+instantly gave her a shilling, and said, "I take it on the spot." The
+wondering woman referred him to the house-agent's address, and kept at
+a safe distance from the excitable stranger as she let him out. In less
+than another hour, Amelius had taken the cottage, and had returned to
+the hotel with a new interest in life and a new surprise for Rufus.
+
+As usual, in cases of emergency, the American wasted no time in
+talking. He went out at once to see the cottage, and to make his own
+inquiries of the agent. The result amply proved that Amelius had not
+been imposed upon. If he repented of his bargain, the gentleman who had
+first seen the cottage was ready to take it off his hands, at a
+moment's notice.
+
+Going back to the Hotel, Rufus found Amelius resolute to move into his
+new abode, and eager for the coming life of study and retirement.
+Knowing perfectly well before-hand how this latter project would end,
+the American tried the efficacy of a little worldly temptation. He had
+arranged, he said, "to have a good time of it in Paris"; and he
+proposed that Amelius should be his companion. The suggestion produced
+not the slightest effect; Amelius talked as if he was a confirmed
+recluse, in the decline of life. "Thank you," he said, with the most
+amazing gravity; "I prefer the company of my books, and the seclusion
+of my study." This declaration was followed by more selling-out of
+money in the Funds, and by a visit to a bookseller, which left a
+handsome pecuniary result inscribed on the right side of the ledger.
+
+On the next day, Amelius presented himself towards two o'clock at Mr.
+Farnaby's house. He was not so selfishly absorbed in his own projects
+as to forget Mrs. Farnaby. On the contrary, he was honestly anxious for
+news of her.
+
+A certain middle-aged man of business has been briefly referred to, in
+these pages, as one of Regina's faithful admirers, patiently submitting
+to the triumph of his favoured young rival. This gentleman, issuing
+from his carriage with his card-case ready in his hand, met Amelius at
+the door, with a face which announced plainly that a catastrophe had
+happened. "You have heard the sad news, no doubt?" he said, in a rich
+bass voice attuned to sadly courteous tones. The servant opened the
+door before Amelius could answer. After a contest of politeness, the
+middle-aged gentleman consented to make his inquiries first. "How is
+Mr. Farnaby? No better? And Miss Regina? Very poorly, oh? Dear, dear
+me! Say I called, if you please." He handed in two cards, with a severe
+enjoyment of the melancholy occasion and the rich bass sounds of his
+own voice. "Very sad, is it not?" he said, addressing his youthful
+rival with an air of paternal indulgence. "Good morning." He bowed with
+melancholy grace, and got into his carriage.
+
+Amelius looked after the prosperous merchant, as the prancing horses
+drew him away. "After all," he thought bitterly, "she might be happier
+with that rich prig than she could be with me." He stepped into the
+hall, and spoke to the servant. The man had his message ready. Miss
+Regina would see Mr. Goldenheart, if he would be so good as to wait in
+the dinning-room.
+
+Regina appeared, pale and scared; her eyes inflamed with weeping. "Oh,
+Amelius, can you tell me what this dreadful misfortune means? Why has
+she left us? When she sent for you yesterday, what did she say?"
+
+In his position, Amelius could make but one answer. "Your aunt said she
+thought of going away. But," he added, with perfect truth, "she refused
+to tell me why, or where she was going. I am quite as much at a loss to
+understand her as you are. What does your uncle propose to do?"
+
+Mr. Farnaby's conduct, as described by Regina, thickened the
+mystery--he proposed to do nothing.
+
+He had been found on the hearth-rug in his dressing-room; having
+apparently been seized with a fit, in the act of burning some paper.
+The ashes were discovered close by him, just inside the fender. On his
+recovery, his first anxiety was to know if a letter had been burnt.
+Satisfied on this point, he had ordered the servants to assemble round
+his bed, and had peremptorily forbidden them to open the door to their
+mistress, if she ever returned at any future time to the house.
+Regina's questions and remonstrances, when she was left alone with him,
+were answered, once for all, in these pitiless terms:--"If you wish to
+deserve the fatherly interest that I take in you, do as I do: forget
+that such a person as your aunt ever existed. We shall quarrel, if you
+ever mention her name in my hearing again." This said, he had instantly
+changed the subject; instructing Regina to write an excuse to "Mr.
+Melton" (otherwise, the middle-aged rival), with whom he had been
+engaged to dine that evening. Relating this latter event, Regina's
+ever-ready gratitude overflowed in the direction of Mr. Melton. "He was
+so kind! he left his guests in the evening, and came and sat with my
+uncle for nearly an hour." Amelius made no remark on this; he led the
+conversation back to the subject of Mrs. Farnaby. "She once spoke to me
+of her lawyers," he said. "Do _they_ know nothing about her?"
+
+The answer to this question showed that the sternly final decision of
+Mr. Farnaby was matched by equal resolution on the part of his wife.
+
+One of the partners in the legal firm had called that morning, to see
+Regina on a matter of business. Mrs. Farnaby had appeared at the office
+on the previous day, and had briefly expressed her wish to make a small
+annual provision for her niece, in case of future need. Declining to
+enter into any explanation, she had waited until the necessary document
+had been drawn out; had requested that Regina might be informed of the
+circumstance; and had then taken her departure in absolute silence.
+Hearing that she had left her husband, the lawyer, like every one else,
+was completely at a loss to understand what it meant.
+
+"And what does the doctor say?" Amelius asked next.
+
+"My uncle is to be kept perfectly quiet," Regina answered; "and is not
+to return to business for some time to come. Mr. Melton, with his usual
+kindness, has undertaken to look after his affairs for him. Otherwise,
+my uncle, in his present state of anxiety about the bank, would never
+have consented to obey the doctor's orders. When he can safely travel,
+he is recommended to go abroad for the winter, and get well again in
+some warmer climate. He refuses to leave his business--and the doctor
+refuses to take the responsibility. There is to be a consultation of
+physicians tomorrow. Oh, Amelius, I was really fond of my aunt--I am
+heart-broken at this dreadful change!"
+
+There was a momentary silence. If Mr. Melton had been present, he would
+have said a few neatly sympathetic words. Amelius knew no more than a
+savage of the art of conventional consolation. Tadmor had made him
+familiar with the social and political questions of the time, and had
+taught him to speak in public. But Tadmor, rich in books and
+newspapers, was a powerless training institution in the matter of small
+talk.
+
+"Suppose Mr. Farnaby is obliged to go abroad," he suggested, after
+waiting a little, "what will you do?"
+
+Regina looked at him, with an air of melancholy surprise. "I shall do
+my duty, of course," she answered gravely. "I shall accompany my dear
+uncle, if he wishes it." She glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece.
+"It is time he took his medicine," she resumed; "you will excuse me, I
+am sure." She shook hands, not very warmly--and hastened out of the
+room.
+
+Amelius left the house, with a conviction which disheartened him--the
+conviction that he had never understood Regina, and that he was not
+likely to understand her in the future. He turned for relief to the
+consideration of Mr. Farnaby's strange conduct, under the domestic
+disaster which had befallen him.
+
+Recalling what he had observed for himself, and what he had heard from
+Mrs. Farnaby when she had first taken him into her confidence, he
+inferred that the subject of the lost child had not only been a subject
+of estrangement between the husband and wife, but that the husband was,
+in some way, the person blamable for it. Assuming this theory to be the
+right one, there would be serious obstacles to the meeting of the
+mother and child, in the mother's home. The departure of Mrs. Farnaby
+was, in that case, no longer unintelligible--and Mr. Farnaby's
+otherwise inexplicable conduct had the light of a motive thrown on it,
+which might not unnaturally influence a hard-hearted man weary alike of
+his wife and his wife's troubles. Arriving at this conclusion by a far
+shorter process than is here indicated, Amelius pursued the subject no
+further. At the time when he had first visited the Farnabys, Rufus had
+advised him to withdraw from closer intercourse with them, while he had
+the chance. In his present mood, he was almost in danger of
+acknowledging to himself that Rufus had proved to be right.
+
+He lunched with his American friend at the hotel. Before the meal was
+over Mrs. Payson called, to say a few cheering words about Sally.
+
+It was not to be denied that the girl remained persistently silent and
+reserved. In other respects the report was highly favourable. She was
+obedient to the rules of the house; she was always ready with any
+little services that she could render to her companions; and she was so
+eager to improve herself, by means of her reading-lessons and
+writing-lessons, that it was not easy to induce her to lay aside her
+book and her slate. When the teacher offered her some small reward for
+her good conduct, and asked what she would like, the sad little face
+brightened, and the faithful creature's answer was always the same--"I
+should like to know what he is doing now." (Alas for Sally!--"he" meant
+Amelius.)
+
+"You must wait a little longer before you write to her," Mrs. Payson
+concluded, "and you must not think of seeing her for some time to come.
+I know you will help us by consenting to this--for Sally's sake."
+
+Amelius bowed in silence. He would not have confessed what he felt, at
+that moment, to any living soul--it is doubtful if he even confessed it
+to himself. Mrs. Payson, observing him with a woman's keen sympathy,
+relented a little. "I might give her a message," the good lady
+suggested--"just to say you are glad to hear she is behaving so well."
+
+"Will you give her this?" Amelius asked.
+
+He took from his pocket a little photograph of the cottage, which he
+had noticed on the house-agent's desk, and had taken away with him. "It
+is _my_ cottage now," he explained, in tones that faltered a little; "I
+am going to live there; Sally might like to see it."
+
+"Sally _shall_ see it," Mrs. Payson agreed--"if you will only let me
+take this away first." She pointed to the address of the cottage,
+printed under the photograph. Past experience in the Home made her
+reluctant to trust Sally with the address in London at which Amelius
+was to be found.
+
+Rufus produced a huge complex knife, out of the depths of which a pair
+of scissors burst on touching a spring. Mrs. Payson cut off the
+address, and placed the photograph in her pocket-book. "Now," she said,
+"Sally will be happy, and no harm can come of it."
+
+"I've known you, ma'am, nigh on twenty years," Rufus remarked. "I do
+assure you that's the first rash observation I ever heard from your
+lips."
+
+
+
+BOOK THE SEVENTH
+
+THE VANISHING HOPES
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+Two days later, Amelius moved into his cottage.
+
+He had provided himself with a new servant, as easily as he had
+provided himself with a new abode. A foreign waiter at the hotel--a
+gray-haired Frenchman of the old school, reputed to be the most
+ill-tempered servant in the house--had felt the genial influence of
+Amelius with the receptive readiness of his race. Here was a young
+Englishman, who spoke to him as easily and pleasantly as if he was
+speaking to a friend--who heard him relate his little grievances, and
+never took advantage of that circumstance to turn him into
+ridicule--who said kindly, "I hope you don't mind my calling you by
+your nickname," when he ventured to explain that his Christian name was
+"Theophile," and that his English fellow servants had facetiously
+altered and shortened it to "Toff," to suit their insular convenience.
+"For the first time, sir," he had hastened to add, "I feel it an honour
+to be Toff, when _you_ speak to me." Asking everybody whom he met if
+they could recommend a servant to him, Amelius had put the question,
+when Toff came in one morning with the hot water. The old Frenchman
+made a low bow, expressive of devotion. "I know of but one man, sir,
+whom I can safely recommend," he answered--"take me." Amelius was
+delighted; he had only one objection to make. "I don't want to keep two
+servants," he said, while Toff was helping him on with his
+dressing-gown. "Why should you keep two servants, sir?" the Frenchman
+inquired. Amelius answered, "I can't ask you to make the beds." "Why
+not?" said Toff--and made the bed, then and there, in five minutes. He
+ran out of the room, and came back with one of the chambermaid's
+brooms. "Judge for yourself, sir--can I sweep a carpet?" He placed a
+chair for Amelius. "Permit me to save you the trouble of shaving
+yourself. Are you satisfied? Very good. I am equally capable of cutting
+your hair, and attending to your corns (if you suffer, sir, from that
+inconvenience). Will you allow me to propose something which you have
+not had yet for your breakfast?" In half an hour more, he brought in
+the new dish. "Oeufs a la Tripe. An elementary specimen, sir, of what I
+can do for you as a cook. Be pleased to taste it." Amelius ate it all
+up on the spot; and Toff applied the moral, with the neatest choice of
+language. "Thank you, sir, for a gratifying expression of approval. One
+more specimen of my poor capabilities, and I have done. It is barely
+possible--God forbid!--that you may fall ill. Honour me by reading that
+document." He handed a written paper to Amelius, dated some years since
+in Paris, and signed in an English name. "I testify with gratitude and
+pleasure that Theophile Leblond has nursed me through a long illness,
+with an intelligence and devotion which I cannot too highly praise."
+"May you never employ me, sir, in that capacity," said Toff. "I have
+only to add that I am not so old as I look, and that my political
+opinions have changed, in later life, from red-republican to
+moderate-liberal. I also confess, if necessary, that I still have an
+ardent admiration for the fair sex." He laid his hand on his heart, and
+waited to be engaged.
+
+So the household at the cottage was modestly limited to Amelius and
+Toff.
+
+Rufus remained for another week in London, to watch the new experiment.
+He had made careful inquiries into the Frenchman's character, and had
+found that the complaints of his temper really amounted to this--that
+"he gave himself the airs of a gentleman, and didn't understand a
+joke." On the question of honesty and sobriety, the testimony of the
+proprietor of the hotel left Rufus nothing to desire. Greatly to his
+surprise, Amelius showed no disposition to grow weary of his quiet
+life, or to take refuge in perilous amusements from the sober society
+of his books. He was regular in his inquiries at Mr. Farnaby's house;
+he took long walks by himself; he never mentioned Sally's name; he lost
+his interest in going to the theatre, and he never appeared in the
+smoking-room of the club. Some men, observing the remarkable change
+which had passed over his excitable temperament, would have hailed it
+as a good sign for the future. The New Englander looked below the
+surface, and was not so easily deceived. "My bright boy's soul is
+discouraged and cast down," was the conclusion that he drew. "There's
+darkness in him where there once was light; and, what's worse than all,
+he caves in, and keeps it to himself." After vainly trying to induce
+Amelius to open his heart, Rufus at last went to Paris, with a mind
+that was ill at ease.
+
+On the day of the American's departure, the march of events was
+resumed; and the unnaturally quiet life of Amelius began to be
+disturbed again.
+
+Making his customary inquiries in the forenoon at Mr. Farnaby's door,
+he found the household in a state of agitation. A second council of
+physicians had been held, in consequence of the appearance of some
+alarming symptoms in the case of the patient. On this occasion, the
+medical men told him plainly that he would sacrifice his life to his
+obstinacy, if he persisted in remaining in London and returning to his
+business. By good fortune, the affairs of the bank had greatly
+benefited, through the powerful interposition of Mr. Melton. With the
+improved prospects, Mr. Farnaby (at his niece's entreaty) submitted to
+the doctor's advice. He was to start on the first stage of his journey
+the next morning; and, at his own earnest desire, Regina was to go with
+him. "I hate strangers and foreigners; and I don't like being alone. If
+you don't go with me, I shall stay where I am--and die." So Mr. Farnaby
+put it to his adopted daughter, in his rasping voice and with his hard
+frown.
+
+"I am grieved, dear Amelius, to go away from you," Regina said; "but
+what can I do? It would have been so nice if you could have gone with
+us. I did hint something of the sort; but--"
+
+Her downcast face finished the sentence. Amelius felt the bare idea of
+being Mr. Farnaby's travelling companion make his blood run cold. And
+Mr. Farnaby, on his side, reciprocated the sentiment. "I will write
+constantly, dear," Regina resumed; "and you will write back, won't you?
+Say you love me; and promise to come tomorrow morning, before we go."
+
+She kissed him affectionately--and, the instant after, checked the
+responsive outburst of tenderness in Amelius, by that utter want of
+tact which (in spite of the popular delusion to the contrary) is so
+much more common in women than in men, "My uncle is so particular about
+packing his linen," she said; "nobody can please him but me; I must ask
+you to let me run upstairs again."
+
+Amelius went out into the street, with his head down and his lips fast
+closed. He was not far from Mrs. Payson's house. "Why shouldn't I
+call?" he thought to himself. His conscience added, "And hear some news
+of Sally."
+
+There was good news. The girl was brightening mentally and
+physically--she was in a fair way, if she only remained in the Home, to
+be "Simple" Sally no longer. Amelius asked if she had got the
+photograph of the cottage. Mrs. Payson laughed. "Sleeps with it under
+her pillow, poor child," she said, "and looks at it fifty times a day."
+Thirty years since, with infinitely less experience to guide her, the
+worthy matron would have followed her instincts, and would have
+hesitated to tell Amelius quite so much about the photograph. But some
+of a woman's finer sensibilities do get blunted with the advance of age
+and the accumulation of wisdom.
+
+Instead of pursuing the subject of Sally's progress, Amelius, to Mrs.
+Payson's surprise, made a clumsy excuse, and abruptly took his leave.
+
+He felt the need of being alone; he was conscious of a vague distrust
+of himself, which degraded him in his own estimation. Was he, like
+characters he had read of in books, the victim of a fatality? The
+slightest circumstances conspired to heighten his interest in
+Sally--just at the time when Regina had once more disappointed him. He
+was as firmly convinced, as if he had been the strictest moralist
+living, that it was an insult to Regina, and an insult to his own
+self-respect, to set the lost creature whom he had rescued in any light
+of comparison with the young lady who was one day to be his wife. And
+yet, try as he might to drive her out, Sally kept her place in his
+thoughts. There was, apparently, some innate depravity in him. If a
+looking-glass had been handed to him at that moment, he would have been
+ashamed to look himself in the face.
+
+After walking until he was weary, he went to his club.
+
+The porter gave him a letter as he crossed the hall. Mrs. Farnaby had
+kept her promise, and had written to him. The smoking-room was deserted
+at that time of day. He opened his letter in solitude, looked at it,
+crumpled it up impatiently, and put it into his pocket. Not even Mrs.
+Farnaby could interest him at that critical moment. His own affairs
+absorbed him. The one idea in his mind, after what he had heard about
+Sally, was the idea of making a last effort to hasten the date of his
+marriage before Mr. Farnaby left England. "If I can only feel sure of
+Regina--"
+
+His thoughts went no further than that. He walked up and down the empty
+smoking-room, anxious and irritable, dissatisfied with himself,
+despairing of the future. "I can but try it!" he suddenly decided--and
+turned at once to the table to write a letter.
+
+Death had been busy with the members of his family in the long interval
+that had passed since he and his father left England. His nearest
+surviving relative was his uncle--his father's younger brother--who
+occupied a post of high importance in the Foreign Office. To this
+gentleman he now wrote, announcing his arrival in England, and his
+anxiety to qualify himself for employment in a Government office. "Be
+so good as to grant me an interview," he concluded; "and I hope to
+satisfy you that I am not unworthy of your kindness, if you will exert
+your influence in my favour."
+
+He sent away his letter at once by a private messenger, with
+instructions to wait for an answer.
+
+It was not without doubt, and even pain, that he had opened
+communication with a man whose harsh treatment of his father it was
+impossible for him to forget. What could the son expect? There was but
+one hope. Time might have inclined the younger brother to make
+atonement to the memory of the elder, by a favourable reception of his
+nephew's request.
+
+His father's last words of caution, his own boyish promise not to claim
+kindred with his relations in England, were vividly present to the mind
+of Amelius, while he waited for the return of the messenger. His one
+justification was in the motives that animated him. Circumstances,
+which his father had never anticipated, rendered it an act of duty
+towards himself to make the trial at least of what his family interest
+could do for him. There could be no sort of doubt that a man of Mr.
+Farnaby's character would yield, if Amelius could announce that he had
+the promise of an appointment under Government--with the powerful
+influence of a near relation to accelerate his promotion. He sat, idly
+drawing lines on the blotting-paper; at one moment regretting that he
+had sent his letter; at another, comforting himself in the belief that,
+if his father had been living to advise him, his father would have
+approved of the course that he had taken.
+
+The messenger returned with these lines of reply:--
+
+"Under any ordinary circumstances, I should have used my influence to
+help you on in the world. But, when you not only hold the most
+abominable political opinions, but actually proclaim those opinions in
+public, I am amazed at your audacity in writing to me. There must be no
+more communication between us. While you are a Socialist, you are a
+stranger to me."
+
+Amelius accepted this new rebuff with ominous composure. He sat quietly
+smoking in the deserted room, with his uncle's letter in his hand.
+
+Among the other disastrous results of the lecture, some of the
+newspapers had briefly reported it. Preoccupied by his anxieties,
+Amelius had forgotten this when he wrote to his relative. "Just like
+me!" he thought, as he threw the letter into the fire. His last hopes
+floated up the chimney, with the tiny puff of smoke from the burnt
+paper. There was now no other chance of shortening the marriage
+engagement left to try. He had already applied to the good friend whom
+he had mentioned to Regina. The answer, kindly written in this case,
+had not been very encouraging:--
+
+"I have other claims to consider. All that I can do, I will do. Don't
+be disheartened--I only ask you to wait."
+
+Amelius rose to go home--and sat down again. His natural energy seemed
+to have deserted him--it required an effort to leave the club. He took
+up the newspapers, and threw them aside, one after another. Not one of
+the unfortunate writers and reporters could please him on that
+inauspicious day. It was only while he was lighting his second cigar
+that he remembered Mrs. Farnaby's unread letter to him. By this time,
+he was more than weary of his own affairs. He read the letter.
+
+"I find the people who have my happiness at their mercy both dilatory
+and greedy." (Mrs. Farnaby wrote); "but the little that I can persuade
+them to tell me is very favourable to my hopes. I am still, to my
+annoyance, only in personal communication with the hateful old woman.
+The young man either sends messages, or writes to me through the post.
+By this latter means he has accurately described, not only in which of
+my child's feet the fault exists, but the exact position which it
+occupies. Here, you will agree with me, is positive evidence that he is
+speaking the truth, whoever he is.
+
+"But for this reassuring circumstance, I should feel inclined to be
+suspicious of some things--of the obstinate manner, for instance, in
+which the young man keeps himself concealed; also, of his privately
+warning me not to trust the woman who is his own messenger, and not to
+tell her on any account of the information which his letters convey to
+me. I feel that I ought to be cautious with him on the question of
+money--and yet, in my eagerness to see my darling, I am ready to give
+him all that he asks for. In this uncertain state of mind, I am
+restrained, strangely enough, by the old woman herself. She warns me
+that he is the sort of man, if he once gets the money, to spare himself
+the trouble of earning it. It is the one hold I have over him (she
+says)--so I control the burning impatience that consumes me as well as
+I can.
+
+"No! I must not attempt to describe my own state of mind. When I tell
+you that I am actually afraid of dying before I can give my sweet love
+the first kiss, you will understand and pity me. When night comes, I
+feel sometimes half mad.
+
+"I send you my present address, in the hope that you will write and
+cheer me a little. I must not ask you to come and see me yet. I am not
+fit for it--and, besides, I am under a promise, in the present state of
+the negotiations, to shut the door on my friends. It is easy enough to
+do that; I have no friend, Amelius, but you.
+
+"Try to feel compassionately towards me, my kind-hearted boy. For so
+many long years, my heart has had nothing to feed on but the one hope
+that is now being realized at last. No sympathy between my husband and
+me (on the contrary, a horrid unacknowledged enmity, which has always
+kept us apart); my father and mother, in their time both wretched about
+my marriage, and with good reason; my only sister dying in
+poverty--what a life for a childless woman! don't let us dwell on it
+any longer.
+
+"Goodbye for the present, Amelius. I beg you will not think I am always
+wretched. When I want to be happy, I look to the coming time."
+
+This melancholy letter added to the depression that weighed on the
+spirits of Amelius. It inspired him with vague fears for Mrs. Farnaby.
+In her own interests, he would have felt himself tempted to consult
+Rufus (without mentioning names), if the American had been in London.
+As things were, he put the letter back in his pocket with a sigh. Even
+Mrs. Farnaby, in her sad moments, had a consoling prospect to
+contemplate. "Everybody but me!" Amelius thought.
+
+His reflections were interrupted by the appearance of an idle young
+member of the club, with whom he was acquainted. The new-comer remarked
+that he looked out of spirits, and suggested that they should dine
+together and amuse themselves somewhere in the evening. Amelius
+accepted the proposal: any man who offered him a refuge from himself
+was a friend to him on that day. Departing from his temperate habits,
+he deliberately drank more than usual. The wine excited him for the
+time, and then left him more depressed than ever; and the amusements of
+the evening produced the same result. He returned to his cottage so
+completely disheartened, that he regretted the day when he had left
+Tadmor.
+
+But he kept his appointment, the next morning, to take leave of Regina.
+
+The carriage was at the door, with a luggage-laden cab waiting behind
+it. Mr. Farnaby's ill-temper vented itself in predictions that they
+would be too late to catch the train. His harsh voice, alternating with
+Regina's meek remonstrances, reached the ears of Amelius from the
+breakfast-room. "I'm not going to wait for the gentleman-Socialist,"
+Mr. Farnaby announced, with his hardest sarcasm of tone. "Dear uncle,
+we have a quarter of an hour to spare!" "We have nothing of the sort;
+we want all that time to register the luggage." The servant's voice was
+heard next. "Mr. Goldenheart, miss." Mr. Farnaby instantly stepped into
+the hall. "Goodbye!" he called to Amelius, through the open door of the
+dining-room--and passed straight on to the carriage. "I shan't wait,
+Regina!" he shouted, from the doorstep. "Let him go by himself!" said
+Amelius indignantly, as Regina hurried into the room. "Oh, hush, hush,
+dear! Suppose he heard you? No week shall pass without my writing to
+you; promise you will write back, Amelius. One more kiss! Oh, my dear!"
+The servant interposed, keeping discreetly out of sight. "I beg your
+pardon, miss, my master wishes to know whether you are going with him
+or not." Regina waited to hear no more. She gave her lover a farewell
+look to remember her by, and ran out.
+
+That innate depravity which Amelius had lately discovered in his own
+nature, let the forbidden thoughts loose in him again as he watched the
+departing carriage from the door. "If poor little Sally had been in her
+place--!" He made an effort of virtuous resolution, and stopped there.
+"What a blackguard a man may be," he penitently reflected, "without
+suspecting it himself!"
+
+He descended the house-steps. The discreet servant wished him good
+morning, with a certain cheery respect--the man was delighted to have
+seen the last of his hard master for some months to come. Amelius
+stopped and turned round, smiling grimly. He was in such a reckless
+humour, that he was even ready to divert his mind by astonishing a
+footman. "Richard," he said, "are you engaged to be married?" Richard
+stared in blank surprise at the strange question--and modestly admitted
+that he was engaged to marry the housemaid next door. "Soon?" asked
+Amelius, swinging his stick. "As soon as I have saved a little more
+money, sir." "Damn the money!" cried Amelius--and struck his stick on
+the pavement, and walked away with a last look at the house as if he
+hated the sight of it. Richard watched the departing young gentleman,
+and shook his head ominously as he shut the door.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+Amelius went straight back to the cottage, with the one desperate
+purpose of reverting to the old plan, and burying himself in his books.
+Surveying his well-filled shelves with an impatience unworthy of a
+scholar, Hume's "History of England" unhappily caught his eye. He took
+down the first volume. In less than half an hour he discovered that
+Hume could do nothing for him. Wisely inspired, he turned to the truer
+history next, which men call fiction. The writings of the one supreme
+genius, who soars above all other novelists as Shakespeare soars above
+all other dramatists--the writings of Walter Scott--had their place of
+honour in his library. The collection of the Waverley Novels at Tadmor
+had not been complete. Enviable Amelius had still to read _Rob Roy._ He
+opened the book. For the rest of the day he was in love with Diana
+Vernon; and when he looked out once or twice at the garden to rest his
+eyes, he saw "Andrew Fairservice" busy over the flowerbeds.
+
+He closed the last page of the noble story as Toff came in to lay the
+cloth for dinner.
+
+The master at table and the servant behind his chair were accustomed to
+gossip pleasantly during meals. Amelius did his best to carry on the
+talk as usual. But he was no longer in the delightful world of illusion
+which Scott had opened to him. The hard realities of his own everyday
+life had gathered round him again. Observing him with unobtrusive
+attention, the Frenchman soon perceived the absence of the easy humour
+and the excellent appetite which distinguished his young master at
+other times.
+
+"May I venture to make a remark, sir?" Toff inquired, after a long
+pause in the conversation.
+
+"Certainly."
+
+"And may I take the liberty of expressing my sentiments freely?"
+
+"Of course you may."
+
+"Dear sir, you have a pretty little simple dinner to-day," Toff began.
+"Forgive me for praising myself, I am influenced by the natural pride
+of having cooked the dinner. For soup, you have Croute au pot; for
+meat, you have Tourne-dos a la sauce poivrade; for pudding, you have
+Pommes au beurre. All so nice--and you hardly eat anything, and your
+amiable conversation falls into a melancholy silence which fills me
+with regret. Is it you who are to blame for this? No, sir! it is the
+life you lead. I call it the life of a monk; I call it the life of a
+hermit--I say boldly it is the life of all others which is most
+unsympathetic to a young man like you. Pardon the warmth of my
+expressions; I am eager to make my language the language of utmost
+delicacy. May I quote a little song? It is in an old, old, old French
+piece, long since forgotten, called 'Les Maris Garcons'. There are two
+lines in that song (I have often heard my good father sing them) which
+I will venture to apply to your case; 'Amour, delicatesse, et gaite;
+D'un bon Francais c'est la devise!' Sir, you have naturally delicatesse
+and gaite--but the last has, for some days, been under a cloud. What is
+wanted to remove that cloud? L'Amour! Love, as you say in English.
+Where is the charming woman, who is the only ornament wanting to this
+sweet cottage? Why is she still invisible? Remedy that unhappy
+oversight, sir. You are here in a suburban Paradise. I consult my long
+experience; and I implore you to invite Eve.--Ha! you smile; your lost
+gaiety returns, and you feel it as I do. Might I propose another glass
+of claret, and the reappearance on the table of the Tourne-dos a la
+poivrade?"
+
+It was impossible to be melancholy in this man's company. Amelius
+sanctioned the return of the Tourne-dos, and tried the other glass of
+claret. "My good friend," he said, with something like a return of his
+old easy way, "you talk about charming women, and your long experience.
+Let's hear what your experience has been."
+
+For the first time Toff began to look a little confused.
+
+"You have honoured me, sir, by calling me your good friend," he said.
+"After that, I am sure you will not send me away if I own the truth.
+No! My heart tells me I shall not appeal to your indulgence in vain.
+Dear sir, in the holidays which you kindly give me, I provide competent
+persons to take care of the house in my absence, don't I? One person,
+if you remember, was a most handsome engaging young man. He is, if you
+please, my son by my first wife--now an angel in heaven. Another
+person, who took care of the house, on the next occasion, was a little
+black-eyed boy; a miracle of discretion for his age. He is my son by my
+second wife--now another angel in heaven. Forgive me, I have not done
+yet. Some few days since, you thought you heard an infant crying
+downstairs. Like a miserable wretch, I lied; I declared it was the
+infant in the next house. Ah, sir, it was my own cherubim baby by my
+third wife--an angel close by in the Edgeware Road, established in a
+small milliner shop, which will expand to great things by-and-by. The
+intervals between my marriages are not worthy of your notice. Fugitive
+caprices, sir--fugitive caprices! To sum it all up (as you say in
+England), it is not in me to resist the enchanting sex. If my third
+angel dies, I shall tear my hair--but I shall none the less take a
+fourth."
+
+"Take a dozen if you like," said Amelius. "Why should you have kept all
+this from my knowledge?"
+
+Toff hung his head. "I think it was one of my foreign mistakes," he
+pleaded. "The servants' advertisements in your English newspapers
+frighten me. How does the most meritorious manservant announce himself
+when he wants the best possible place? He says he is 'without
+encumbrances.' Gracious heaven, what a dreadful word to describe the
+poor pretty harmless children! I was afraid, sir, you might have some
+English objection to _my_ 'encumbrances.' A young man, a boy, and a
+cherubim-baby; not to speak of the sacred memories of two women, and
+the charming occasional society of a third; all inextricably enveloped
+in the life of one amorous-meritorious French person--surely there was
+reason for hesitation here? No matter; I bless my stars I know better
+now, and I withdraw myself from further notice. Permit me to recall
+your attention to the Roquefort cheese, and a mouthful of potato-salad
+to correct the richness of him."
+
+
+The dinner was over at last. Amelius was alone again.
+
+It was a still evening. Not a breath of wind stirred among the trees in
+the garden; no vehicles passed along the by-road in which the cottage
+stood. Now and then, Toff was audible downstairs, singing French songs
+in a high cracked voice, while he washed the plates and dishes, and set
+everything in order for the night. Amelius looked at his
+bookshelves--and felt that, after _Rob Roy,_ there was no more reading
+for him that evening. The slow minutes followed one another wearily;
+the deadly depression of the earlier hours of the day was stealthily
+fastening its hold on him again. How might he best resist it? His
+healthy out-of-door habits at Tadmor suggested the only remedy that he
+could think of. Be his troubles what they might, his one simple method
+of resisting them, at all other times, was his simple method now. He
+went out for a walk.
+
+For two hours he rambled about the great north-western suburb of
+London. Perhaps he felt the heavy oppressive weather, or perhaps his
+good dinner had not agreed with him. Any way, he was so thoroughly worn
+out, that he was obliged to return to the cottage in a cab.
+
+Toff opened the door--but not with his customary alacrity. Amelius was
+too completely fatigued to notice any trifling circumstance. Otherwise,
+he would certainly have perceived something odd in the old Frenchman's
+withered face. He looked at his master, as he relieved him of his hat
+and coat, with the strangest expression of interest and anxiety;
+modified by a certain sardonic sense of amusement underlying the more
+serious emotions. "A nasty dull evening," Amelius said wearily. And
+Toff, always eager to talk at other times, only answered, "Yes,
+sir"--and retreated at once to the kitchen regions.
+
+The fire was bright; the curtains were drawn; the reading-lamp, with
+its ample green shade, was on the table--a more comfortable room no man
+could have found to receive him after a long walk. Reclining at his
+ease in his chair, Amelius thought of ringing for some restorative
+brandy-and-water. While he was thinking, he fell asleep; and, while he
+slept, he dreamed.
+
+Was it a dream?
+
+He certainly saw the library--not fantastically transformed, but just
+like what the room really was. So far, he might have been wide awake,
+looking at the familiar objects round him. But, after a while, an event
+happened which set the laws of reality at defiance. Simple Sally, miles
+away in the Home, made her appearance in the library, nevertheless. He
+saw the drawn curtains over the window parted from behind; he saw the
+girl step out from them, and stop, looking at him timidly. She was
+clothed in the plain dress that he had bought for her; and she looked
+more charming in it than ever. The beauty of health claimed kindred
+now, in her pretty face, with the beauty of youth: the wan cheeks had
+begun to fill out, and the pale lips were delicately suffused with
+their natural rosy red. Little by little her first fears seemed to
+subside. She smiled, and softly crossed the room, and stood at his
+side. After looking at him with a rapt expression of tenderness and
+delight, she laid her hands on the arm of the chair, and said, in the
+quaintly quiet way which he remembered so well, "I want to kiss you."
+She bent over him, and kissed him with the innocent freedom of a child.
+Then she raised herself again, and looked backwards and forwards
+between Amelius and the lamp. "The firelight is the best," she said.
+Darkness fell over the room as she spoke; he saw her no more; he heard
+her no more. A blank interval followed; there flowed over him the
+oblivion of perfect sleep. His next conscious sensation was a feeling
+of cold--he shivered, and woke.
+
+The impression of the dream was in his mind at the moment of waking. He
+started as he raised himself in the chair. Was he dreaming still? No;
+he was certainly awake. And, as certainly, the room was dark!
+
+He looked and looked. It was not to be denied, or explained away. There
+was the fire burning low, and leaving the room chilly--and there, just
+visible on the table, in the flicker of the dying flame, was the
+extinguished lamp!
+
+He mended the fire, and put his hand on the bell to ring for Toff, and
+thought better of it. What need had he of the lamplight? He was too
+weary for reading; he preferred going to sleep again, and dreaming
+again of Sally. Where was the harm in dreaming of the poor little soul,
+so far away from him? The happiest part of his life now was the part of
+it that was passed in sleep.
+
+As the fresh coals began to kindle feebly, he looked again at the lamp.
+It was odd, to say the least of it, that the light should have
+accidentally gone out, exactly at the right time to realize the
+fanciful extinction of it in his dream. How was it there was no smell
+of a burnt-out lamp? He was too lazy, or too tired, to pursue the
+question. Let the mystery remain a mystery--and let him rest in peace!
+He settled himself fretfully in his chair. What a fool he was to bother
+his head about a lamp, instead of closing his eyes and going to sleep
+again!
+
+The room began to recover its pleasant temperature. He shifted the
+cushion in the chair, so that it supported his head in perfect comfort,
+and composed himself to rest. But the capricious influences of sleep
+had deserted him: he tried one position after another, and all in vain.
+It was a mere mockery even to shut his eyes. He resigned himself to
+circumstances, and stretched out his legs, and looked at the
+companionable fire.
+
+Of late he had thought more frequently than usual of his past days in
+the Community. His mind went back again now to that bygone time. The
+clock on the mantelpiece struck nine. They were all at supper, at
+Tadmor--talking over the events of the day. He saw himself again at the
+long wooden table, with shy little Mellicent in the chair next to him,
+and his favourite dog at his feet waiting to be fed. Where was
+Mellicent now? It was a sad letter that she had written to him, with
+the strange fixed idea that he was to return to her one day. There was
+something very winning and lovable about the poor creature who had
+lived such a hard life at home, and had suffered so keenly. It was a
+comfort to think that she would go back to the Community. What happier
+destiny could she hope for? Would she take care of his dog for him when
+she went back? They had all promised to be kind to his pet animals in
+his absence; but the dog was fond of Mellicent; he would be happier
+with Mellicent than with the rest of them. And his little tame fawn,
+and his birds--how were they doing? He had not even written to inquire
+after them; he had been cruelly forgetful of those harmless dumb loving
+friends. In his present solitude, in his dreary doubts of the future,
+what would he not give to feel the dog nestling in his bosom, and the
+fawn's little rough tongue licking his hand! His heart ached as he
+thought of it: a choking hysterical sensation oppressed his breathing.
+He tried to rise, and ring for lights, and rouse his manhood to endure
+and resist. It was not to be done. Where was his courage? where was the
+cheerfulness which had never failed him at other time? He sank back in
+the chair, and hid his face in his hands for shame at his own weakness,
+and burst out crying.
+
+The touch of soft persuasive fingers suddenly thrilled through him.
+
+His hands were gently drawn away from his face; a familiar voice, sweet
+and low, said, "Oh, don't cry!" Dimly through his tears he saw the
+well-remembered little figure standing between him and the fire. In his
+unendurable loneliness, he had longed for his dog, he had longed for
+his fawn. There was the martyred creature from the streets, whom he had
+rescued from nameless horror, waiting to be his companion, servant,
+friend! There was the child-victim of cold and hunger, still only
+feeling her way to womanhood; innocent of all other aspirations, so
+long as she might fill the place which had once been occupied by the
+dog and the fawn!
+
+Amelius looked at her with a momentary doubt whether he was waking or
+sleeping. "Good God!" he cried, "am I dreaming again?"
+
+"No," she said, simply. "You are awake this time. Let me dry your eyes;
+I know where you put your handkerchief." She perched on his knee, and
+wiped away the tears, and smoothed his hair over his forehead. "I was
+frightened to show myself till I heard you crying," she confessed.
+"Then I thought, 'Come! he can't be angry with me now'--and I crept out
+from behind the curtains there. The old man let me in. I can't live
+without seeing you; I've tried till I could try no longer. I owned it
+to the old man when he opened the door. I said, 'I only want to look at
+him; won't you let me in?' And he says, 'God bless me, here's Eve come
+already!' I don't know what he meant--he let me in, that's all I care
+about. He's a funny old foreigner. Send him away; I'm to be your
+servant now. Why were you crying? I've cried often enough about You.
+No; that can't be--I can't expect you to cry about _me;_ I can only
+expect you to scold me. I know I'm a bad girl."
+
+She cast one doubtful look at him, and hung her head--waiting to be
+scolded. Amelius lost all control over himself. He took her in his arms
+and kissed her again and again. "You are a dear good grateful little
+creature!" he burst out--and suddenly stopped, aware too late of the
+act of imprudence which he had committed. He put her away from him; he
+tried to ask severe questions, and to administer merited reproof. Even
+if he had succeeded, Sally was too happy to listen to him. "It's all
+right now," she cried. "I'm never, never, never to go back to the Home!
+Oh, I'm so happy! Let's light the lamp again!"
+
+She found the matchbox on the chimneypiece. In a minute more the room
+was bright. Amelius sat looking at her, perfectly incapable of deciding
+what he ought to say or do next. To complete his bewilderment, the
+voice of the attentive old Frenchman made itself heard through the
+door, in discreetly confidential tones.
+
+"I have prepared an appetising little supper, sir," said Toff. "Be
+pleased to ring when you and the young lady are ready."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+Toff's interference proved to have its use. The announcement of the
+little supper--plainly implying Simple Sally's reception at the
+cottage--reminded Amelius of his responsibilities. He at once stepped
+out into the passage, and closed the door behind him.
+
+The old Frenchman was waiting to be reprimanded or thanked, as the case
+might be, with his head down, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears,
+and the palms of his hands spread out appealingly on either side of
+him--a model of mute resignation to circumstances.
+
+"Do you know that you have put me in a very awkward position?" Amelius
+began.
+
+Toff lifted one of his hands to his heart. "You are aware of my
+weakness, sir. When that charming little creature presented herself at
+the door, sinking with fatigue, I could no more resist her than I could
+take a hop-skip-and-jump over the roof of this cottage. If I have done
+wrong, take no account of the proud fidelity with which I have served
+you--tell me to pack up and go; but don't ask me to assume a position
+of severity towards that enchanting Miss. It is not in my heart to do
+it," said Toff, lifting his eyes with tearful solemnity to an imaginary
+heaven. "On my sacred word of honour as a Frenchman, I would die rather
+than do it!"
+
+"Don't talk nonsense," Amelius rejoined a little impatiently. "I don't
+blame you--but you have got me into a scrape, for all that. If I did my
+duty, I should send for a cab, and take her back."
+
+Toff opened his twinkling old eyes in a perfect transport of
+astonishment. "What!" he cried, "take her back? Without rest, without
+supper? And you call that duty? How inconceivably ugly does duty look
+when it assumes an inhospitable aspect towards a woman! Pardon me, sir;
+I must express my sentiments or I shall burst. You will say perhaps
+that I have no conception of duty? Pardon me again--my conception of
+duty is _here!"_
+
+He threw open the door of the sitting-room. In spite of his anxiety,
+Amelius burst out laughing. The Frenchman's inexhaustible contrivances
+had transformed the sitting-room into a bedroom for Sally. The sofa had
+become a snug little white bed; a hairbrush and comb, and a bottle of
+eau-de-cologne, were on the table; a bath stood near the fire, with
+cans of hot and cold water, and a railway rug placed under them to save
+the carpet. "I dare not presume to contradict you, sir," said Toff,
+"but there is _my_ conception of duty! In the kitchen, I have another
+conception, keeping warm; you can smell it up the stairs. Salmi of
+partridge, with the littlest possible dash of garlic in the sauce. Oh,
+sir, let that angel rest and refresh herself! Virtuous severity,
+believe me, is a most horribly unbecoming virtue at your age!" He spoke
+quite seriously, with the air of a profound moralist, asserting
+principles that did equal honour to his head and his heart.
+
+Amelius went back to the library.
+
+Sally was resting in the easy-chair; her position showed plainly that
+she was suffering from fatigue. "I have had a long, long walk," she
+said; "and I don't know which aches worst, my back or my feet. I don't
+care--I'm quite happy now I'm here." She nestled herself comfortably in
+the chair. "Do you mind my looking at you?" she asked. "Oh, it's so
+long since I saw you!"
+
+There was a new undertone of tenderness in her voice--innocent
+tenderness that openly avowed itself. The reviving influences of the
+life at the Home had done much--and had much yet left to do. Her wasted
+face and figure were filling out, her cheeks and lips were regaining
+their lovely natural colour, as Amelius had seen in his dream. But her
+eyes, in repose, still resumed their vacantly patient look; and her
+manner, with a perceptible increase of composure and confidence, had
+not lost its quaint childish charm. Her growth from girl to woman was a
+growth of fine gradations, guided by the unerring deliberation of
+Nature and Time.
+
+"Do you think they will follow you here, from the Home?" Amelius asked.
+
+She looked at the clock. "I don't think so," she said quietly. "It's
+hours since I slipped out by the back door. They have very strict rules
+about runaway girls--even when their friends bring them back. If _you_
+send me back--" she stopped, and looked thoughtfully into the fire.
+
+"What will you do, if I send you back?"
+
+"What one of our girls did, before they took her in at the Home. She
+jumped into the river. 'Made a hole in the water'; that's how she calls
+it. She's a big strong girl; and they got her out, and saved her. She
+says it wasn't painful, till they brought her to again. I'm little and
+weak--I don't think they could bring _me_ to life, if they tried."
+
+Amelius made a futile attempt to reason with her. He even got so far as
+to tell her that she had done very wrong to leave the Home. Sally's
+answer set all further expostulation at defiance. Instead of attempting
+to defend herself, she sighed wearily, and said, "I had no money; I
+walked all the way here."
+
+The well-intended remonstrances of Amelius were lost in compassionate
+surprise. "You poor little soul!" he exclaimed, "it must be seven or
+eight miles at least!"
+
+"I dare say," said Sally. "It don't matter, now I've found you."
+
+"But how did you find me? Who told you where I lived?"
+
+She smiled, and took from her bosom the photograph of the cottage.
+
+"But Mrs. Payson cut off the address!" cried Amelius, bursting out with
+the truth in the impulse of the moment.
+
+Sally turned over the photograph, and pointed to the back of the card,
+on which the photographer's name and address were printed. "Mrs. Payson
+didn't think of this," she said shyly.
+
+"Did _you_ think of it?" Amelius asked.
+
+Sally shook her head. "I'm too stupid," she replied. "The girl who made
+the hole in the water put me up to it. 'Have you made up your mind to
+run away?' she says. And I said, 'Yes.' 'You go to the man who did the
+picture,' she says; 'he knows where the place is, I'll be bound.' I
+asked my way till I found him. And he did know. And he told me. He was
+a good sort; he gave me a glass of beer, he said I looked so tired. I
+said we'd go and have our portraits taken some day--you, and your
+servant. May I tell the funny old foreigner that he is to go away now I
+have come to you?" The complete simplicity with which she betrayed her
+jealousy of Toff made Amelius smile. Sally, watching every change in
+his face, instantly drew her own conclusion. "Ah!" she said cheerfully,
+"I'll keep your room cleaner than he keeps it! I smelt dust on the
+curtains when I was hiding from you."
+
+Amelius thought of his dream. "Did you come out while I was asleep?" he
+asked.
+
+"Yes; I wasn't frightened of you, when you were asleep. I had a good
+look at you; and I gave you a kiss." She made that confession without
+the slightest sign of confusion; her calm blue eyes looked him straight
+in the face. "You got restless," she went on; "and I got frightened
+again. I put out the lamp. I says to myself, 'If he does scold me, I
+can bear it better in the dark.'"
+
+Amelius listened, wondering. Had he seen drowsily what he thought he
+had dreamed, or was there some mysterious sympathy between Sally and
+himself? The occult speculations were interrupted by Sally. "May I take
+off my bonnet, and make myself tidy?" she asked. Some men might have
+said No. Amelius was not one of them.
+
+The library possessed a door of communication with the sitting-room;
+the bedchamber occupied by Amelius being on the other side of the
+cottage. When Sally saw Toff's reconstructed room, she stood at the
+door, in speechless admiration of the vision of luxury revealed to her.
+From time to time Amelius, alone in the library, heard her dabbling in
+her bath, and humming the artless old English song from which she had
+taken her name. Once she knocked at the closed door, and made a request
+through it--"There is scent on the table; may I have some?" And once
+Toff knocked at the other door, opening into the passage, and asked
+when "pretty young Miss" would be ready for supper. Events went on in
+the little household as if Sally had become an integral part of it
+already. "What _am_ I to do?" Amelius asked himself. And Toff, entering
+at the moment to lay the cloth, answered respectfully, "Hurry the young
+person, sir, or the salmi will be spoilt."
+
+She came out from her room, walking delicately on her sore feet--so
+fresh and charming, that Toff, absorbed in admiration, made a mistake
+in folding a napkin for the first time in his life. "Champagne, of
+course, sir?" he said in confidence to Amelius. The salmi of partridge
+appeared; the inspiriting wine sparkled in the glasses; Toff surpassed
+himself in all the qualities which made a servant invaluable at a
+supper table. Sally forgot the Home, forgot the cruel streets, and
+laughed and chattered as gaily as the happiest girl living. Amelius,
+expanding in the joyous atmosphere of youth and good spirits, shook off
+his sense of responsibility, and became once more the delightful
+companion who won everybody's love. The effervescent gaiety of the
+evening was at its climax; the awful forms of duty, propriety, and good
+sense had been long since laughed out of the room--when Nemesis,
+goddess of retribution, announced her arrival outside, by a crashing of
+carriage-wheels and a peremptory ring at the cottage bell.
+
+There was dead silence; Amelius and Sally looked at each other. The
+experienced Toff at once guessed what had happened. "Is it her father
+or mother?" he asked of Amelius, a little anxiously. Hearing that she
+had never even seen her father or mother, he snapped his fingers
+joyously, and led the way on tiptoe into the hall. "I have my idea," he
+whispered. "Let us listen."
+
+A woman's voice, high, clear, and resolute, speaking apparently to the
+coachman, was the next audible sound. "Say I come from Mrs. Payson, and
+must see Mr. Goldenheart directly." Sally trembled and turned pale.
+"The matron!" she said faintly. "Oh, don't let her in!" Amelius took
+the terrified girl back to the library. Toff followed them,
+respectfully asking to be told what a "matron" was. Receiving the
+necessary explanation, he expressed his contempt for matrons bent on
+carrying charming persons into captivity, by opening the library door
+and spitting into the hall. Having relieved his mind in this way, he
+returned to his master and laid a lank skinny forefinger cunningly
+along the side of his nose. "I suppose, sir, you don't want to see this
+furious woman?" he said. Before it was possible to say anything in
+reply, another ring at the bell announced that the furious woman wanted
+to see Amelius. Toff read his master's wishes in his master's face. Not
+even this emergency could find him unprepared: he was as ready to
+circumvent a matron as to cook a dinner. "The shutters are up, and the
+curtains are drawn," he reminded Amelius. "Not a morsel of light is
+visible outside. Let them ring--we have all gone to bed." He turned to
+Sally, grinning with impish enjoyment of his own stratagem. "Ha, Miss!
+what do you think of that?" There was a third pull at the bell as he
+spoke. "Ring away, Missess Matrone!" he cried. "We are fast
+asleep--wake us if you can." The fourth ring was the last. A sharp
+crack revealed the breaking of the bellwire, and was followed by the
+shrill fall of the iron handle on the pavement before the garden gate.
+The gate, like the palings, was protected at the top from invading
+cats. "Compose yourself, Miss," said Toff, "if she tries to get over
+the gate, she will stick on the spikes." In another moment, the sound
+of retiring carriage-wheels announced the defeat of the matron, and
+settled the serious question of receiving Sally for the night.
+
+She sat silent by the window, when Toff had left the room, holding back
+the curtains and looking out at the murky sky.
+
+"What are you looking for?" Amelius asked.
+
+"I was looking for the stars."
+
+Amelius joined her at the window. "There are no stars to be seen
+tonight."
+
+She let the curtain fall to again. "I was thinking of night-time at the
+Home," she said. "You see, I got on pretty well, in the day, with my
+reading and writing. I wanted so to improve myself. My mind was
+troubled with the fear of your despising such an ignorant creature as I
+am; so I kept on at my lessons. I thought I might surprise you by
+writing you a pretty letter some day. One of the teachers (she's gone
+away ill) was very good to me. I used to talk to her; and, when I said
+a wrong word, she took me up, and told me the right one. She said you
+would think better of me when you heard me speak properly--and I do
+speak better, don't I? All this was in the day. It was the night that
+was the hard time to get through--when the other girls were all asleep,
+and I had nothing to think of but how far away I was from you. I used
+to get up, and put the counterpane round me, and stand at the window.
+On fine nights the stars were company to me. There were two stars, near
+together, that I got to know. Don't laugh at me--I used to think one of
+them was you, and one of them me. I wondered whether you would die, or
+I should die, before I saw you again. And, most always, it was my star
+that went out first. Lord, how I used to cry! It got into my poor
+stupid head that I should never see you again. I do believe I ran away
+because of that. You won't tell anybody, will you? It was so foolish, I
+am ashamed of it now. I wanted to see your star and my star tonight. I
+don't know why. Oh, I'm so fond of you!" She dropped on her knees, and
+took his hand, and put it on her head. "It's burning hot," she said,
+"and your kind hand cools it."
+
+Amelius raised her gently, and led her to the door of her room. "My
+poor Sally, you are quite worn out. You want rest and sleep. Let us say
+good night."
+
+"I will do anything you tell me," she answered. "If Mrs. Payson comes
+tomorrow, you won't let her take me away? Thank you. Goodnight." She
+put her hands on his shoulders, with innocent familiarity, and lifted
+herself to him on tiptoe, and kissed him as a sister might have kissed
+him.
+
+Long after Sally was asleep in her bed, Amelius sat by the library
+fire, thinking.
+
+The revival of the crushed feeling and fancy in the girl's nature, so
+artlessly revealed in her sad little story of the stars that were
+"company to her," not only touched and interested him, but clouded his
+view of the future with doubts and anxieties which had never troubled
+him until that moment. The mysterious influences under which the girl's
+development was advancing were working morally and physically together.
+Weeks might pass harmlessly, months might pass harmlessly--but the time
+must come when the innocent relations between them would be beset by
+peril. Unable, as yet, fully to realize these truths, Amelius
+nevertheless felt them vaguely. His face was troubled, as he lit the
+candle at last to go to his bed. "I don't see my way as clearly as I
+could wish," he reflected. "How will it end?"
+
+How indeed!
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+At eight o'clock the next morning, Amelius was awakened by Toff. A
+letter had arrived, marked "Immediate," and the messenger was waiting
+for an answer.
+
+The letter was from Mrs. Payson. She wrote briefly, and in formal
+terms. After referring to the matron's fruitless visit to the cottage
+on the previous night, Mrs. Payson proceeded in these words:--"I
+request you will immediately let me know whether Sally has taken refuge
+with you, and has passed the night under your roof. If I am right in
+believing that she has done so, I have only to inform you that the
+doors of the Home are henceforth closed to her, in conformity with our
+rules. If I am wrong, it will be my painful duty to lose no time in
+placing the matter in the hands of the police."
+
+Amelius began his reply, acting on impulse as usual. He wrote,
+vehemently remonstrating with Mrs. Payson on the unforgiving and
+unchristian nature of the rules at the Home. Before he was halfway
+through his composition, the person who had brought the letter sent a
+message to say that he was expected back immediately, and that he hoped
+Mr. Goldenheart would not get a poor man into trouble by keeping him
+much longer. Checked in the full flow of his eloquence, Amelius angrily
+tore up the unfinished remonstrance, and matched Mrs. Payson's briefly
+business-like language by an answer in one line:--"I beg to inform you
+that you are quite right." On reflection, he felt that the second
+letter was not only discourteous as a reply to a lady, but also
+ungrateful as addressed to Mrs. Payson personally. At the third
+attempt, he wrote becomingly as well as briefly. "Sally has passed the
+night here, as my guest. She was suffering from severe fatigue; it
+would have been an act of downright inhumanity to send her away. I
+regret your decision, but of course I submit to it. You once said, you
+believed implicitly in the purity of my motives. Do me the justice,
+however you may blame my conduct, to believe in me still."
+
+Having despatched these lines, the mind of Amelius was at ease again,
+He went into the library, and listened to hear if Sally was moving. The
+perfect silence on the other side of the door informed him that the
+weary girl was still fast asleep. He gave directions that she was on no
+account to be disturbed, and sat down to breakfast by himself.
+
+While he was still at table, Toff appeared, with profound mystery in
+his manner, and discreet confidence in the tones of his voice. "Here's
+another one, sir!" the Frenchman announced, in his master's ear.
+
+"Another one?" Amelius repeated. "What do you mean?"
+
+"She is not like the sweet little sleeping Miss." Toff explained. "This
+time, sir, it's the beauty of the devil himself, as we say in France.
+She refuses to confide in me; and she appears to be agitated--both bad
+signs. Shall I get rid of her before the other Miss wakes?"
+
+"Hasn't she got a name?" Amelius asked.
+
+Toff answered, in his foreign accent, "One name only--Faybay."
+
+"Do you mean Phoebe?"
+
+"Have I not said it, sir?"
+
+"Show her in directly."
+
+Toff glanced at the door of Sally's room, shrugged his shoulders, and
+obeyed his instructions.
+
+Phoebe appeared, looking pale and anxious. Her customary assurance of
+manner had completely deserted her: she stopped in the doorway, as if
+she was afraid to enter the room.
+
+"Come in, and sit down," said Amelius. "What's the matter?"
+
+"I'm troubled in my mind, sir," Phoebe answered. "I know it's taking a
+liberty to come to you. But I went yesterday to ask Miss Regina's
+advice, and found she had gone abroad with her uncle. I have something
+to say about Mrs. Farnaby, sir; and there's no time to be lost in
+saying it. I know of nobody but you that I can speak to, now Miss
+Regina is away. The footman told me where you lived."
+
+She stopped, evidently in the greatest embarrassment. Amelius tried to
+encourage her. "If I can be of any use to Mrs. Farnaby," he said, "tell
+me at once what to do."
+
+Phoebe's eyes dropped before his straightforward look as he spoke to
+her.
+
+"I must ask you to please excuse my mentioning names, sir," she resumed
+confusedly. "There's a person I'm interested in, whom I wouldn't get
+into trouble for the whole world. He's been misled--I'm sure he's been
+misled by another person--a wicked drunken old woman, who ought to be
+in prison if she had her deserts. I'm not free from blame myself--I
+know I'm not. I listened, sir, to what I oughtn't to have heard; and I
+told it again (I'm sure in the strictest confidence, and not meaning
+anything wrong) to the person I've mentioned. Not the old women--I mean
+the person I'm interested in. I hope you understand me, sir? I wish to
+speak openly, excepting the names, on account of Mrs. Farnaby."
+
+Amelius thought of Phoebe's vindictive language the last time he had
+seen her. He looked towards a cabinet in a corner of the room, in which
+he had placed Mrs. Farnaby's letter. An instinctive distrust of his
+visitor began to rise in his mind. His manner altered--he turned to his
+plate, and went on with his breakfast. "Can't you speak to me plainly?"
+he said. "Is Mrs. Farnaby in any trouble?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"And can I do anything to help her out of it?"
+
+"I am sure you can, sir--if you only know where to find her."
+
+"I do know where to find her. She has written to tell me. The last time
+I saw you, you expressed yourself very improperly about Mrs. Farnaby;
+you spoke as if you meant some harm to her."
+
+"I mean nothing but good to her now, sir."
+
+"Very well, then. Can't you go and speak to her yourself, if I give you
+the address?"
+
+Phoebe's pale face flushed a little. "I couldn't do that, sir," she
+answered, "after the way Mrs. Farnaby has treated me. Besides, if she
+knew that I had listened to what passed between her and you--" She
+stopped again, more painfully embarrassed than ever.
+
+Amelius laid down his knife and fork. "Look here!" he said; "this sort
+of thing is not in my way. If you can't make a clean breast of it,
+let's talk of something else. I'm very much afraid," he went on, with
+his customary absence of all concealment, "you're not the harmless sort
+of girl I once took you for. What do you mean by 'what passed between
+Mrs. Farnaby and me'?"
+
+Phoebe put her handkerchief to her eyes. "It's very hard to speak to me
+so harshly," she said, "when I'm sorry for what I've done, and am only
+anxious to prevent harm coming of it."
+
+_"What_ have you done?" cried honest Amelius, weary of the woman's
+inveterately indirect way of explaining herself to him.
+
+The flash of his quick temper in his eyes, as he put that
+straightforward question, roused a responsive temper in Phoebe which
+stung her into speaking openly at last. She told Amelius what she had
+heard in the kitchen as plainly as she had told it to Jervy--with this
+one difference, that she spoke without insolence when she referred to
+Mrs. Farnaby.
+
+Listening in silence until she had done, Amelius started to his feet,
+and opening the cabinet, took from it Mrs. Farnaby's letter. He read
+the letter, keeping his back towards Phoebe--waited a moment
+thinking--and suddenly turned on the woman with a look that made her
+shrink in her chair. "You wretch!" he said; "you detestable wretch!"
+
+In the terror of the moment, Phoebe attempted to leave the room.
+Amelius stopped her instantly. "Sit down again," he said; "I mean to
+have the whole truth out of you, now."
+
+Phoebe recovered her courage. "You have had the whole truth, sir; I
+could tell you no more if I was on my deathbed."
+
+Amelius refused to believe her. "There is a vile conspiracy against
+Mrs. Farnaby," he said. "Do you mean to tell me you are not in it?"
+
+"So help me God, sir, I never even heard of it till yesterday!"
+
+The tone in which she spoke shook the conviction of Amelius; the
+indescribable ring of truth was in it.
+
+"There are two people who are cruelly deluding and plundering this poor
+lady," he went on. "Who are they?"
+
+"I told you, if you remember, that I couldn't mention names, sir."
+
+Amelius looked again at the letter. After what he had heard, there was
+no difficulty in identifying the invisible "young man," alluded to by
+Mrs. Farnaby, with the unnamed "person" in whom Phoebe was interested.
+Who was he? As the question passed through his mind, Amelius remembered
+the vagabond whom he had recognized with Phoebe, in the street. There
+was no doubt of it now--the man who was directing the conspiracy in the
+dark was Jervy! Amelius would unquestionably have been rash enough to
+reveal this discovery, if Phoebe had not stopped him. His renewed
+reference to Mrs. Farnaby's letter and his sudden silence after looking
+at it roused the woman's suspicions. "If you're planning to get my
+friend into trouble," she burst out, "not another word shall pass my
+lips!"
+
+Even Amelius profited by the warning which that threat unintentionally
+conveyed to him.
+
+"Keep your own secrets," he said; "I only want to spare Mrs. Farnaby a
+dreadful disappointment. But I must know what I am talking about when I
+go to her. Can't you tell me how you found out this abominable
+swindle?"
+
+Phoebe was perfectly willing to tell him. Interpreting her long
+involved narrative into plain English, with the names added, these were
+the facts related:--Mrs. Sowler, bearing in mind some talk which had
+passed between them on the occasion of a supper, had called at Phoebe's
+lodgings on the previous day, and had tried to entrap her into
+communicating what she knew of Mrs. Farnaby's secrets. The trap
+failing, Mrs. Sowler had tried bribery next; had promised Phoebe a
+large sum of money, to be equally divided between them, if she would
+only speak; had declared that Jervy was perfectly capable of breaking
+his promise of marriage, and "leaving them both in the lurch, if he
+once got the money into his own pocket" and had thus informed Phoebe,
+that the conspiracy, which she supposed to have been abandoned, was
+really in full progress, without her knowledge. She had temporised with
+Mrs. Sowler, being afraid to set such a person openly at defiance; and
+had hurried away at once, to have an explanation with Jervy. He was
+reported to be "not at home." Her fruitless visit to Regina had
+followed--and there, so far as facts were concerned, was an end of the
+story.
+
+Amelius asked her no questions, and spoke as briefly as possible when
+she had done. "I will go to Mrs. Farnaby this morning," was all he
+said.
+
+"Would you please let me hear how it ends?" Phoebe asked.
+
+Amelius pushed his pocket-book and pencil across the table to her,
+pointing to a blank leaf on which she could write her address. While
+she was thus employed the attentive Toff came in, and (with his eye on
+Phoebe) whispered in his master's ear. He had heard Sally moving about.
+Would it be more convenient, under the circumstances, if she had her
+breakfast in her own room? Toff's astonishment was a sight to see when
+Amelius answered, "Certainly not. Let her breakfast here."
+
+Phoebe rose to go. Her parting words revealed the double-sided nature
+that was in her; the good and evil in perpetual conflict which should
+be uppermost.
+
+"Please don't mention me, sir, to Mrs. Farnaby," she said. "I don't
+forgive her for what she's done to me; I don't say I won't be even with
+her yet. But not in _that_ way! I won't have her death laid at my door.
+Oh, but I know her temper--and I say it's as likely as not to kill her
+or drive her mad, if she isn't warned about it in time. Never mind her
+losing her money. If it's lost, it's lost, and she's got plenty more.
+She may be robbed a dozen times over for all I care. But don't let her
+set her heart on seeing her child, and then find it's all a swindle. I
+hate her; but I can't and won't, let _that_ go on. Good-morning, sir."
+
+Amelius was relieved by her departure. For a minute or two, he sat
+absently stirring his coffee, and considering how he might most safely
+perform the terrible duty of putting Mrs. Farnaby on her guard. Toff
+interrupted his meditations by preparing the table for Sally's
+breakfast; and, almost at the same moment, Sally herself, fresh and
+rosy, opened her door a little way, and looked in.
+
+"You have had a fine long sleep," said Amelius. "Have you quite got
+over your walk yesterday?"
+
+"Oh yes," she answered gaily; "I only feel my long walk now in my feet.
+It hurts me to put my boots on. Can you lend me a pair of slippers?"
+
+"A pair of my slippers? Why, Sally, you would be lost in them! What's
+the matter with your feet?"
+
+"They're both sore. And I think one of them has got a blister on it."
+
+"Come in, and let's have a look at it?"
+
+She came limping in, with her feet bare. "Don't scold me," she pleaded,
+"I couldn't put my stockings on again, without washing them; and
+they're not dry yet."
+
+"I'll get you new stockings and slippers," said Amelius. "Which is the
+foot with the blister?"
+
+"The left foot," she answered, pointing to it.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+"Let me see the blister," said Amelius.
+
+Sally looked longingly at the fire.
+
+"May I warm my feet first?" she asked; "they are so cold."
+
+In those words she innocently deferred the discovery which, if it had
+been made at the moment, might have altered the whole after-course of
+events. Amelius only thought now of preventing her from catching cold.
+He sent Toff for a pair of the warmest socks that he possessed, and
+asked if he should put them on for her. She smiled, and shook her head,
+and put them on for herself.
+
+When they had done laughing at the absurd appearance of the little feet
+in the large socks, they only drifted farther and farther away from the
+subject of the blistered foot. Sally remembered the terrible matron,
+and asked if anything had been heard of her that morning. Being told
+that Mrs. Payson had written, and that the doors of the institution
+were closed to her, she recovered her spirits, and began to wonder
+whether the offended authorities would let her have her clothes. Toff
+offered to go and make the inquiry, later in the day; suggesting the
+purchase of slippers and stockings, in the mean time, while Sally was
+having her breakfast. Amelius approved of the suggestion; and Toff set
+off on his errand, with one of Sally's boots for a pattern.
+
+The morning had, by that time, advanced to ten o'clock.
+
+Amelius stood before the fire talking, while Sally had her breakfast.
+Having first explained the reasons which made it impossible that she
+should live at the cottage in the capacity of his servant, he
+astonished her by announcing that he meant to undertake the
+superintendence of her education himself. They were to be master and
+pupil, while the lessons were in progress; and brother and sister at
+other times--and they were to see how they got on together, on this
+plan, without indulging in any needless anxiety about the future.
+Amelius believed with perfect sincerity that he had hit on the only
+sensible arrangement, under the circumstances; and Sally cried
+joyously, "Oh, how good you are to me; the happy life has come at
+last!" At the hour when those words passed the daughter's lips, the
+discovery of the conspiracy burst upon the mother in all its baseness
+and in all its horror.
+
+The suspicion of her infamous employer, which had induced Mrs. Sowler
+to attempt to intrude herself into Phoebe's confidence, led her to make
+a visit of investigation at Jervy's lodgings later in the day.
+Informed, as Phoebe had been informed, that he was not at home, she
+called again some hours afterwards. By that time, the landlord had
+discovered that Jervy's luggage had been secretly conveyed away, and
+that his tenant had left him, in debt for rent of the two best rooms in
+the house.
+
+No longer in any doubt of what had happened, Mrs. Sowler employed the
+remaining hours of the evening in making inquiries after the missing
+man. Not a trace of him had been discovered up to eight o'clock on the
+next morning.
+
+Shortly after nine o'clock--that is to say, towards the hour at which
+Phoebe paid her visit to Amelius--Mrs. Sowler, resolute to know the
+worst, made her appearance at the apartments occupied by Mrs. Farnaby.
+
+"I wish to speak to you," she began abruptly, "about that young man we
+both know of. Have you seen anything of him lately?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby, steadily on her guard, deferred answering the question.
+"Why do you want to know?" she said.
+
+The reply was instantly ready. "Because I have reason to believe he has
+bolted, with your money in his pocket."
+
+"He has done nothing of the sort," Mrs. Farnaby rejoined.
+
+"Has he got your money?" Mrs. Sowler persisted. "Tell me the truth--and
+I'll do the same by you. He has cheated me. If you're cheated too, it's
+your own interest to lose no time in finding him. The police may catch
+him yet. _Has_ he got your money?"
+
+The woman was in earnest--in terrible earnest--her eyes and her voice
+both bore witness to it. She stood there, the living impersonation of
+those doubts and fears which Mrs. Farnaby had confessed, in writing to
+Amelius. Her position, at that moment, was essentially a position of
+command. Mrs. Farnaby felt it in spite of herself. She acknowledged
+that Jervy had got the money.
+
+"Did you sent it to him, or give it to him?" Mrs. Sowler asked.
+
+"I gave it to him."
+
+"When?"
+
+"Yesterday evening."
+
+Mrs. Sowler clenched her fists, and shook them in impotent rage. "He's
+the biggest scoundrel living," she exclaimed furiously; "and you're the
+biggest fool! Put on your bonnet and come to the police. If you get
+your money back again before he's spent it all, don't forget it was
+through me."
+
+The audacity of the woman's language roused Mrs. Farnaby. She pointed
+to the door. "You are an insolent creature," she said; "I have nothing
+more to do with you."
+
+"You have nothing more to do with me?" Mrs. Sowler repeated. "You and
+the young man have settled it all between you, I suppose." She laughed
+scornfully. "I dare say now you expect to see him again?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby was irritated into answering this. "I expect to see him
+this morning," she said, "at ten o'clock."
+
+"And the lost young lady with him?"
+
+"Say nothing about my lost daughter! I won't even hear you speak of
+her."
+
+Mrs. Sowler sat down. "Look at your watch," she said. "It must be nigh
+on ten o'clock by this time. You'll make a disturbance in the house if
+you try to turn me out. I mean to wait here till ten o'clock."
+
+On the point of answering angrily, Mrs. Farnaby restrained herself.
+"You are trying to force a quarrel on me," she said; "you shan't spoil
+the happiest morning of my life. Wait here by yourself."
+
+She opened the door that led into her bedchamber, and shut herself in.
+Perfectly impenetrable to any repulse that could be offered to her,
+Mrs. Sowler looked at the closed door with a sardonic smile, and
+waited.
+
+The clock in the hall struck ten. Mrs. Farnaby returned again to the
+sitting-room, walked straight to the window, and looked out.
+
+"Any sign of him?" said Mrs. Sowler.
+
+There were no signs of him. Mrs. Farnaby drew a chair to the window,
+and sat down. Her hands turned icy cold. She still looked out into the
+street.
+
+"I'm going to guess what's happened," Mrs. Sowler resumed. "I'm a
+sociable creature, you know, and I must talk about something. About the
+money, now? Has the young man had his travelling expenses of you? To go
+to foreign parts, and bring your girl back with him, eh? I expect
+that's how it was. You see, I know him so well. And what happened, if
+you please, yesterday evening? Did he tell you he'd brought her back,
+and got her at his own place? And did he say he wouldn't let you see
+her till you paid him his reward as well as his travelling expenses?
+And did you forget my warning to you not to trust him? I'm a good one
+at guessing when I try. I see you think so yourself. Any signs of him
+yet?"
+
+Mrs. Farnaby looked round from the window. Her manner was completely
+changed; she was nervously civil to the wretch who was torturing her.
+"I beg your pardon, ma'am, if I have offended you," she said faintly.
+"I am a little upset--I am so anxious about my poor child. Perhaps you
+are a mother yourself? You oughtn't to frighten me; you ought to feel
+for me." She paused, and put her hand to her head. "He told me
+yesterday evening," she went on slowly and vacantly, "that my poor
+darling was at his lodgings; he said she was so worn out with the long
+journey from abroad, that she must have a night's rest before she could
+come to me. I asked him to tell me where he lived, and let me go to
+her. He said she was asleep and must not be disturbed. I promised to go
+in on tiptoe, and only look at her; I offered him more money, double
+the money to tell me where she was. He was very hard on me. He only
+said, wait till ten tomorrow morning--and wished me goodnight. I ran
+out to follow him, and fell on the stairs, and hurt myself. The people
+of the house were very kind to me." She turned her head back towards
+the window, and looked out into the street again. "I must be patient,"
+she said; "he's only a little late."
+
+Mrs. Sowler rose, and tapped her smartly on the shoulder. "Lies!" she
+burst out. "He knows no more where your daughter is than I do--and he's
+off with your money!"
+
+The woman's hateful touch struck out a spark of the old fire in Mrs.
+Farnaby. Her natural force of character asserted itself once more.
+_"You_ lie!" she rejoined. "Leave the room!"
+
+The door was opened, while she spoke. A respectable woman-servant came
+in with a letter. Mrs. Farnaby took it mechanically, and looked at the
+address. Jervy's feigned handwriting was familiar to her. In the
+instant when she recognized it, the life seemed to go out of her like
+an extinguished light. She stood pale and still and silent, with the
+unopened letter in her hand.
+
+Watching her with malicious curiosity, Mrs. Sowler coolly possessed
+herself of the letter, looked at it, and recognized the writing in her
+turn. "Stop!" she cried, as the servant was on the point of going out.
+"There's no stamp on this letter. Was it brought by hand? Is the
+messenger waiting?"
+
+The respectable servant showed her opinion of Mrs. Sowler plainly in
+her face. She replied as briefly and as ungraciously as
+possible:--"No."
+
+"Man or woman?" was the next question.
+
+"Am I to answer this person, ma'am?" said the servant, looking at Mrs.
+Farnaby.
+
+"Answer me instantly," Mrs. Sowler interposed--"in Mrs. Farnaby's own
+interests. Don't you see she can't speak to you herself?"
+
+"Well, then," said the servant, "it was a man."
+
+"A man with a squint?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"Which way did he go?"
+
+"Towards the square."
+
+Mrs. Sowler tossed the letter on the table, and hurried out of the
+room. The servant approached Mrs. Farnaby. "You haven't opened your
+letter yet, ma'am," she said.
+
+"No," said Mrs. Farnaby vacantly, "I haven't opened it yet."
+
+"I'm afraid it's bad news, ma'am?"
+
+"Yes. I think it's bad news."
+
+"Is there anything I can do for you?"
+
+"No, thank you. Yes; one thing. Open my letter for me, please."
+
+It was a strange request to make. The servant wondered, and obeyed. She
+was a kind-hearted woman; she really felt for the poor lady. But the
+familiar household devil, whose name is Curiosity, and whose
+opportunities are innumerable, prompted her next words when she had
+taken the letter out of the envelope:--"Shall I read it to you, ma'am?"
+
+"No. Put it down on the table, please. I'll ring when I want you."
+
+The mother was alone--alone, with her death-warrant waiting for her on
+the table.
+
+The clock downstairs struck the half hour after ten. She moved, for the
+first time since she had received the letter. Once more she went to the
+window, and looked out. It was only for a moment. She turned away
+again, with a sudden contempt for herself. "What a fool I am!" she
+said--and took up the open letter.
+
+She looked at it, and put it down again. "Why should I read it," she
+asked herself, "when I know what is in it, without reading?"
+
+Some framed woodcuts from the illustrated newspapers were hung on the
+walls. One of them represented a scene of rescue from shipwreck. A
+mother embracing her daughter, saved by the lifeboat, was among the
+foreground groups. The print was entitled, "The Mercy of Providence."
+Mrs. Farnaby looked at it with a moment's steady attention. "Providence
+has its favourites," she said; "I am not one of them."
+
+After thinking a little, she went into her bedroom, and took two papers
+out of her dressing-case. They were medical prescriptions.
+
+She turned next to the chimneypiece. Two medicine-bottles were placed
+on it. She took one of them down--a bottle of the ordinary size, known
+among chemists as a six-ounce bottle. It contained a colourless liquid.
+The label stated the dose to be "two table-spoonfuls," and bore, as
+usual, a number corresponding with a number placed on the prescription.
+She took up the prescription. It was a mixture of bi-carbonate of soda
+and prussic acid, intended for the relief of indigestion. She looked at
+the date, and was at once reminded of one of the very rare occasions on
+which she had required the services of a medical man. There had been a
+serious accident at a dinner-party, given by some friends. She had
+eaten sparingly of a certain dish, from which some of the other guests
+had suffered severely. It was discovered that the food had been cooked
+in an old copper saucepan. In her case, the trifling result had been a
+disturbance of digestion, and nothing more. The doctor had prescribed
+accordingly. She had taken but one dose: with her healthy constitution
+she despised physic. The remainder of the mixture was still in the
+bottle.
+
+She considered again with herself--then went back to the chimneypiece,
+and took down the second bottle.
+
+It contained a colourless liquid also; but it was only half the size of
+the first bottle, and not a drop had been taken. She waited, observing
+the difference between the two bottles with extraordinary attention. In
+this case also, the prescription was in her possession--but it was not
+the original. A line at the top stated that it was a copy made by the
+chemist, at the request of a customer. It bore the date of more than
+three years since. A morsel of paper was pinned to the prescription,
+containing some lines in a woman's handwriting:--"With your enviable
+health and strength, my dear, I should have thought you were the last
+person in the world to want a tonic. However, here is my prescription,
+if you must have it. Be very careful to take the right dose, because
+there's poison in it." The prescription contained three ingredients,
+strychnine, quinine, and nitro-hydrochloric acid; and the dose was
+fifteen drops in water. Mrs. Farnaby lit a match, and burnt the lines
+of her friend's writing. "As long ago as that," she reflected, "I
+thought of killing myself. Why didn't I do it?"
+
+The paper having been destroyed, she put back the prescription for
+indigestion in her dressing-case; hesitated for a moment; and opened
+the bedroom window. It looked into a lonely little courtyard. She threw
+the dangerous contents of the second and smaller bottle out into the
+yard--and then put it back empty on the chimneypiece. After another
+moment of hesitation, she returned to the sitting-room, with the bottle
+of mixture, and the copied prescription for the tonic strychnine drops,
+in her hand.
+
+She put the bottle on the table, and advanced to the fireplace to ring
+the bell. Warm as the room was, she began to shiver. Did the eager life
+in her feel the fatal purpose that she was meditating, and shrink from
+it? Instead of ringing the bell, she bent over the fire, trying to warm
+herself.
+
+"Other women would get relief in crying," she thought. "I wish I was
+like other women!"
+
+The whole sad truth about herself was in that melancholy aspiration. No
+relief in tears, no merciful oblivion in a fainting-fit, for _her._ The
+terrible strength of the vital organization in this woman knew no
+yielding to the unutterable misery that wrung her to the soul. It
+roused its glorious forces to resist: it held her in a stony quiet,
+with a grip of iron.
+
+She turned away from the fire wondering at herself. "What baseness is
+there in me that fears death? What have I got to live for _now?"_ The
+open letter on the table caught her eye. "This will do it!" she
+said--and snatched it up, and read it at last.
+
+"The least I can do for you is to act like a gentleman, and spare you
+unnecessary suspense. You will not see me this morning at ten, for the
+simple reason that I really don't know, and never did know, where to
+find your daughter. I wish I was rich enough to return the money. Not
+being able to do that, I will give you a word of advice instead. The
+next time you confide any secrets of yours to Mr. Goldenheart, take
+better care that no third person hears you."
+
+She read those atrocious lines, without any visible disturbance of the
+dreadful composure that possessed her. Her mind made no effort to
+discover the person who had listened and betrayed her. To all ordinary
+curiosities, to all ordinary emotions, she was morally dead already.
+
+The one thought in her was a thought that might have occurred to a man.
+"If I only had my hands on his throat, how I could wring the life out
+of him! As it is--" Instead of pursuing the reflection, she threw the
+letter into the fire, and rang the bell.
+
+"Take this at once to the nearest chemist's," she said, giving the
+strychnine prescription to the servant; "and wait, please, and bring it
+back with you."
+
+She opened her desk, when she was alone, and tore up the letters and
+papers in it. This done, she took her pen, and wrote a letter. It was
+addressed to Amelius.
+
+When the servant entered the room again, bringing with her the
+prescription made up, the clock downstairs struck eleven.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+Toff returned to the cottage, with the slippers and the stockings.
+
+"What a time you have been gone!" said Amelius.
+
+"It is not my fault, sir," Toff explained. "The stockings I obtained
+without difficulty. But the nearest shoe shop in this neighbourhood
+sold only coarse manufactures, and all too large. I had to go to my
+wife, and get her to take me to the right place. See!" he exclaimed,
+producing a pair of quilted silk slippers with blue rosettes, "here is
+a design, that is really worthy of pretty feet. Try them on, Miss."
+
+Sally's eyes sparkled at the sight of the slippers. She rose at once,
+and limped away to her room. Amelius, observing that she still walked
+in pain, called her back. "I had forgotten the blister," he said.
+"Before you put on the new stockings, Sally, let me see your foot." He
+turned to Toff. "You're always ready with everything," he went on; "I
+wonder whether you have got a needle and a bit of worsted thread?"
+
+The old Frenchman answered, with an air of respectful reproach.
+"Knowing me, sir, as you do," he said, "could you doubt for a moment
+that I mend my own clothes and darn my own stockings?" He withdrew to
+his bedroom below, and returned with a leather roll. "When you are
+ready, sir?" he said, opening the roll at the table, and threading the
+needle, while Sally removed the sock from her left foot.
+
+She took a chair near the window, at the suggestion of Amelius. He
+knelt down so as to raise her foot to his knee. "Turn a little more
+towards the light," he said. He took the foot in his hand, lifted it,
+looked at it--and suddenly let it drop back on the floor.
+
+A cry of alarm from Sally instantly brought Toff to the window. "Oh,
+look!" she cried; "he's ill!" Toff lifted Amelius to a chair. "For
+God's sake, sir," cried the terrified old man, "what's the matter?"
+Amelius had turned to the strange ashy paleness which is only seen in
+men of his florid complexion, overwhelmed by sudden emotion. He
+stammered when he tried to speak. "Fetch the brandy!" said Toff,
+pointing to the liqueur-case on the sideboard. Sally brought it at
+once; the strong stimulant steadied Amelius.
+
+"I'm sorry to have frightened you," he said faintly. "Sally!--Dear,
+dear little Sally, go in, and get your things on directly. You must
+come out with me; I'll tell you why afterwards. My God! why didn't I
+find this out before?" He noticed Toff, wondering and trembling. "Good
+old fellow! don't alarm yourself--you shall know about it, too. Go!
+run! get the first cab you can find!"
+
+Left alone for a few minutes, he had time to compose himself. He did
+his best to take advantage of the time; he tried to prepare his mind
+for the coming interview with Mrs. Farnaby. "I must be careful of what
+I do," he thought, conscious of the overwhelming effect of the
+discovery on himself; "She doesn't expect _me_ to bring her daughter to
+her."
+
+Sally returned to him, ready to go out. She seemed to be afraid of him,
+when he approached her, and took her hand. "Have I done anything
+wrong?" she asked, in her childish way. "Are you going to take me to
+some other Home?" The tone and look with which she put the question
+burst through the restraints which Amelius had imposed on himself for
+her sake. "My dear child!" he said, "can you bear a great surprise? I'm
+dying to tell you the truth--and I hardly dare do it." He took her in
+his arms. She trembled piteously. Instead of answering him, she
+reiterated her question, "Are you going to take me to some other Home?"
+He could endure it no longer. "This is the happiest day of your life,
+Sally!" he cried; "I am going to take you to your mother."
+
+He held her close to him, and looked at her in dread of having spoken
+too plainly.
+
+She slowly lifted her eyes to him in vacant fear and surprise; she
+burst into no expression of delight; no overwhelming emotion made her
+sink fainting in his arms. The sacred associations which gather round
+the mere name of Mother were associations unknown to her; the man who
+held her to him so tenderly, the hero who had pitied and saved her, was
+father and mother both to her simple mind. She dropped her head on his
+breast; her faltering voice told him that she was crying. "Will my
+mother take me away from you?" she asked. "Oh, do promise to bring me
+back with you to the cottage!"
+
+For the moment, and the moment only, Amelius was disappointed in her.
+The generous sympathies in his nature guided him unerringly to the
+truer view. He remembered what her life had been. Inexpressible pity
+for her filled his heart. "Oh, my poor Sally, the time is coming when
+you will not think as you think now! I will do nothing to distress you.
+You mustn't cry--you must be happy, and loving and true to your
+mother." She dried her eyes, "I'll do anything you tell me," she said,
+"as long as you bring me back with you."
+
+Amelius sighed, and said no more. He took her out with him gravely and
+silently, when the cab was announced to be ready. "Double your fare,"
+he said, when he gave the driver his instructions, "if you get there in
+a quarter of an hour." It wanted twenty-five minutes to twelve when the
+cab left the cottage.
+
+At that moment, the contrast of feeling between the two could hardly
+have been more strongly marked. In proportion as Amelius became more
+and more agitated, so Sally recovered the composure and confidence that
+she had lost. The first question she put to him related, not to her
+mother, but to his strange behaviour when he had knelt down to look at
+her foot. He answered, explaining to her briefly and plainly what his
+conduct meant. The description of what had passed between her mother
+and Amelius interested and yet perplexed her. "How can she be so fond
+of me, without knowing anything about me for all those years?" she
+asked. "Is my mother a lady? Don't tell her where you found me; she
+might be ashamed of me." She paused, and looked at Amelius anxiously.
+"Are you vexed about something? May I take hold of your hand?" Amelius
+gave her his hand; and Sally was satisfied.
+
+As the cab drew up at the house, the door was opened from within. A
+gentleman, dressed in black, hurriedly came out; looked at Amelius; and
+spoke to him as he stepped from the cab to the pavement.
+
+"I beg your pardon, sir. May I ask if you are any relative of the lady
+who lives in this house?"
+
+"No relative," Amelius answered. "Only a friend, who brings good news
+to her."
+
+The stranger's grave face suddenly became compassionate as well as
+grave. "I must speak with you before you go upstairs," he said,
+lowering his voice as he looked at Sally, still seated in the cab. "You
+will perhaps excuse the liberty I am taking, when I tell you that I am
+a medical man. Come into the hall for a moment--and don't bring the
+young lady with you."
+
+Amelius told Sally to wait in the cab. She saw his altered looks, and
+entreated him not to leave her. He promised to keep the house door open
+so that she could see him while he was away from her, and hastened into
+the hall.
+
+"I am sorry to say I have bad, very bad, news for you," the doctor
+began. "Time is of serious importance--I must speak plainly. You have
+heard of mistakes made by taking the wrong bottle of medicine? The poor
+lady upstairs is, I fear, in a dying state, from an accident of that
+sort. Try to compose yourself. You may really be of use to me, if you
+are firm enough to take my place while I am away."
+
+Amelius steadied himself instantly. "What I can do, I will do," he
+answered.
+
+The doctor looked at him. "I believe you," he said. "Now listen. In
+this case, a dose limited to fifteen drops has been confounded with a
+dose of two table-spoonsful; and the drug taken by mistake is
+strychnine. One grain of the poison has been known to prove fatal--she
+has taken three. The convulsion fits have begun. Antidotes are out of
+the question--the poor creature can swallow nothing. I have heard of
+opium as a possible means of relief; and I am going to get the
+instrument for injecting it under the skin. Not that I have much belief
+in the remedy; but I must try something. Have you courage enough to
+hold her, if another of the convulsions comes on in my absence?"
+
+"Will it relieve her, if I hold her?" Amelius, asked.
+
+"Certainly."
+
+"Then I promise to do it."
+
+"Mind! you must do it thoroughly. There are only two women upstairs;
+both perfectly useless in this emergency. If she shrieks to you to be
+held, exert your strength--take her with a firm grasp. If you only
+touch her (I can't explain it, but it is so), you will make matters
+worse."
+
+The servant ran downstairs, while he was speaking. "Don't leave us,
+sir--I'm afraid it's coming on again."
+
+"This gentleman will help you, while I am away," said the doctor. "One
+word more," he went on, addressing Amelius. "In the intervals between
+the fits, she is perfectly conscious; able to listen, and even to
+speak. If she has any last wishes to communicate, make good use of the
+time. She may die of exhaustion, at any moment. I will be back
+directly."
+
+He hurried to the door.
+
+"Take my cab," said Amelius, "and save time."
+
+"But the young lady--"
+
+"Leave her to me." He opened the cab door, and gave his hand to Sally.
+It was done in a moment. The doctor drove off.
+
+Amelius saw the servant waiting for them in the hall. He spoke to
+Sally, telling her, considerately and gently, what he had heard, before
+he took her into the house. "I had such good hopes for you," he said;
+"and it has come to this dreadful end! Have you courage to go through
+with it, if I take you to her bedside? You will be glad one day, my
+dear, to remember that you cheered your mother's last moments on
+earth."
+
+Sally put her hand in his. "I will go anywhere," she said softly, "with
+You."
+
+Amelius led her into the house. The servant, in pity for her youth,
+ventured on a word of remonstrance. "Oh, sir, you're not going to let
+the poor young lady see that dreadful sight upstairs!"
+
+"You mean well," Amelius answered; "and I thank you. If you knew what I
+know, you would take her upstairs, too. Show the way."
+
+Sally looked at him in silent awe as they followed the servant
+together. He was not like the same man. His brows were knit; his lips
+were fast set; he held the girl's hand in a grip that hurt her. The
+latent strength of will in him--that reserved resolution, so finely and
+firmly entwined in the natures of sensitively organized men--was
+rousing itself to meet the coming trial. The doctor would have doubly
+believed in him, if the doctor had seen him at that moment.
+
+They reached the first-floor landing.
+
+Before the servant could open the drawing-room door, a shriek rang
+frightfully through the silence of the house. The servant drew back,
+and crouched trembling on the upper stairs. At the same moment, the
+door was flung open, and another woman ran out, wild with terror. "I
+can't bear it!" she cried, and rushed up the stairs, blind to the
+presence of strangers in the panic that possessed her. Amelius entered
+the drawing-room, with his arm round Sally, holding her up. As he
+placed her in a chair, the dreadful cry was renewed. He only waited to
+rouse and encourage her by a word and a look--and ran into the bedroom.
+
+For an instant, and an instant only, he stood horror-struck in the
+presence of the poisoned woman.
+
+The fell action of the strychnine wrung every muscle in her with the
+torture of convulsion. Her hands were fast clenched; her head was bent
+back: her body, rigid as a bar of iron, was arched upwards from the
+bed, resting on the two extremities of the head and the heels: the
+staring eyes, the dusky face, the twisted lips, the clenched teeth,
+were frightful to see. He faced it. After the one instant of
+hesitation, he faced it.
+
+Before she could cry out again, his hands were on her. The whole
+exertion of his strength was barely enough to keep the frenzied throbs
+of the convulsion, as it reached its climax, from throwing her off the
+bed. Through the worst of it, he was still equal to the trust that had
+been placed in him, still faithful to the work of mercy. Little by
+little, he felt the lessening resistance of the rigid body, as the
+paroxysm began to subside. He saw the ghastly stare die out of her
+eyes, and the twisted lips relax from their dreadful grin. The tortured
+body sank, and rested; the perspiration broke out on her face; her
+languid hands fell gently over on the bed. For a while, the heavy
+eyelids closed--then opened again feebly. She looked at him. "Do you
+know me?" he asked, bending over her. And she answered in a faint
+whisper, "Amelius!"
+
+He knelt down by her, and kissed her hand. "Can you listen, if I tell
+you something?"
+
+She breathed heavily; her bosom heaved under the suffocating oppression
+that weighed upon it. As he took her in his arms to raise her in the
+bed, Sally's voice reached him, in low imploring tones, from the next
+room. "Oh, let me come to you! I'm so frightened here by myself."
+
+He waited, before he told her to come in, looking for a moment at the
+face that was resting on his breast. A gray shadow was stealing over
+it; a cold and clammy moisture struck a chill through him as he put his
+hand on her forehead. He turned towards the next room. The girl had
+ventured as far as the door; he beckoned to her. She came in timidly,
+and stood by him, and looked at her mother. Amelius signed to her to
+take his place. "Put your arms round her," he whispered. "Oh, Sally,
+tell her who you are in a kiss!" The girl's tears fell fast as she
+pressed her lips on her mother's cheek. The dying woman looked at her,
+with a glance of helpless inquiry--then looked at Amelius. The doubt in
+her eyes was too dreadful to be endured. Arranging the pillows so that
+she could keep her raised position in the bed, he signed to Sally to
+approach him, and removed the slipper from her left foot. As he took it
+off, he looked again at the bed--looked and shuddered. In a moment
+more, it might be too late. With his knife he ripped up the stocking,
+and, lifting her on the bed, put her bare foot on her mother's lap.
+"Your child! your child!" he cried; "I've found your own darling! For
+God's sake, rouse yourself! Look!"
+
+She heard him. She lifted her feebly declining head. She looked. She
+knew.
+
+For one awful moment, the sinking vital forces rallied, and hurled back
+the hold of Death. Her eyes shone radiant with the divine light of
+maternal love; an exulting cry of rapture burst from her. Slowly, very
+slowly, she bent forward, until her face rested on her daughter's foot.
+With a faint sigh of ecstasy she kissed it. The moments passed--and the
+bent head was raised no more. The last beat of the heart was a beat of
+joy.
+
+
+
+BOOK THE EIGHTH
+
+DAME NATURE DECIDES
+
+CHAPTER 1
+
+The day which had united the mother and daughter, only to part them
+again in this world for ever, had advanced to evening.
+
+Amelius and Sally were together again in the cottage, sitting by the
+library fire. The silence in the room was uninterrupted. On the open
+desk, near Amelius, lay the letter which Mrs. Farnaby had written to
+him on the morning of her death.
+
+He had found the letter--with the envelope unfastened--on the floor of
+the bedchamber, and had fortunately secured it before the landlady and
+the servant had ventured back to the room. The doctor, returning a few
+minutes afterwards, had warned the two women that a coroner's inquest
+would be held in the house, and had vainly cautioned them to be careful
+of what they said or did in the interval. Not only the subject of the
+death, but a discovery which had followed, revealing the name of the
+ill-fated woman marked on her linen, and showing that she had used an
+assumed name in taking the lodgings as Mrs. Ronald, became the gossip
+of the neighbourhood in a few hours. Under these circumstances, the
+catastrophe was made the subject of a paragraph in the evening
+journals; the name being added for the information of any surviving
+relatives who might be ignorant of the sad event. If the landlady had
+found the letter, that circumstance also would in all probability, have
+formed part of the statement in the newspapers, and the secret of Mrs.
+Farnaby's life and death would have been revealed to the public view.
+
+"I can trust you, and you only," she wrote to Amelius, "to fulfil the
+last wishes of a dying woman. You know me, and you know how I looked
+forward to the prospect of a happy life in retirement with my child.
+The one hope that I lived for has proved to be a cruel delusion. I have
+only this morning discovered, beyond the possibility of doubt, that I
+have been made the victim of wretches who have deliberately lied to me
+from first to last. If I had been a happier woman, I might have had
+other interests to sustain me under this frightful disaster. Such as I
+am, Death is my one refuge left.
+
+"My suicide will be known to no creature but yourself. Some years
+since, the idea of self destruction--concealed under the disguise of a
+common mistake--presented itself to my mind. I kept the means, very
+simple means, by me, thinking I might end in that way after all. When
+you read this I shall be at rest for ever. You will do what I have yet
+to ask of you, in merciful remembrance of me--I am sure of that.
+
+"You have a long life before you, Amelius. My foolish fancy about you
+and my lost girl still lingers in my mind; I still think it may be just
+possible that you may meet with her, in the course of years.
+
+"If this does happen, I implore you, by the tenderness and pity that
+you once felt for me, to tell no human creature that she is my
+daughter; and, if John Farnaby is living at the time, I forbid you,
+with the authority of a dying friend, to let her see him, or to let her
+know even that such a person exists. Are you at a loss to account for
+my motives? I may make the shameful confession which will enlighten
+you, now I know that we shall never meet again. My child was born
+before my marriage; and the man who afterwards became my husband--a man
+of low origin, I should tell you--was the father. He had calculated on
+this disgraceful circumstance to force my parents to make his fortune,
+by making me his wife. I now know, what I only vaguely suspected
+before, that he deliberately abandoned his child, as a likely cause of
+hindrance and scandal in the way of his prosperous career in life. Do
+you now think I am asking too much, when I entreat you never even to
+speak to my lost darling of this unnatural wretch? As for my own fair
+fame, I am not thinking of myself. With Death close at my side, I think
+of my poor mother, and of all that she suffered and sacrificed to save
+me from the disgrace that I had deserved. For her sake, not for mine,
+keep silence to friends and enemies alike if they ask you who my girl
+is--with the one exception of my lawyer. Years since, I left in his
+care the means of making a small provision for my child, on the chance
+that she might live to claim it. You can show him this letter as your
+authority, in case of need.
+
+"Try not to forget me, Amelius--but don't grieve about me. I go to my
+death as you go to your sleep when you are tired. I leave you my
+grateful love--you have always been good to me. There is no more to
+write; I hear the servant returning from the chemist's, bringing with
+her only release from the hard burden of life without hope. May you be
+happier than I have been! Goodbye!"
+
+So she parted from him for ever. But the fatal association of the
+unhappy woman's sorrows with the life and fortune of Amelius was not at
+an end yet.
+
+He had neither hesitation nor misgiving in resolving to show a natural
+respect to the wishes of the dead. Now that the miserable story of the
+past had been unreservedly disclosed to him, he would have felt himself
+bound in honour, even without instructions to guide him, to keep the
+discovery of the daughter a secret, for the mother's sake. With that
+conviction, he had read the distressing letter. With that conviction,
+he now rose to provide for the safe keeping of it under lock and key.
+
+
+Just as he had secured the letter in a private drawer of his desk, Toff
+came in with a card, and announced that a gentleman wished to see him.
+Amelius, looking at the card, was surprised to find on it the name of
+"Mr. Melton." Some lines were written on it in pencil: "I have called
+to speak with you on a matter of serious importance." Wondering what
+his middle-aged rival could want with him, Amelius instructed Toff to
+admit the visitor.
+
+Sally started to her feet, with her customary distrust of strangers.
+"May I run away before he comes in?" she asked. "If you like," Amelius
+answered quietly. She ran to the door of her room, at the moment when
+Toff appeared again, announcing the visitor. Mr. Melton entered just
+before she disappeared: he saw the flutter of her dress as the door
+closed behind her.
+
+"I fear I am disturbing you?" he said, looking hard at the door.
+
+He was perfectly dressed: his hat and gloves were models of what such
+things ought to be; he was melancholy and courteous; blandly
+distrustful of the flying skirts which he had seen at the door. When
+Amelius offered him a chair, he took it with a mysterious sigh;
+mournfully resigned to the sad necessity of sitting down. "I won't
+prolong my intrusion on you," he resumed. "You have no doubt seen the
+melancholy news in the evening papers?"
+
+"I haven't seen the evening papers," Amelius answered; "what news do
+you mean?"
+
+Mr. Melton leaned back in his chair, and expressed emotions of sorrow
+and surprise, in a perfect state of training, by gently raising his
+smooth white hands.
+
+"Oh dear, dear! this is very sad. I had hoped to find you in full
+possession of the particulars--reconciled, as we must all be, to the
+inscrutable ways of Providence. Permit me to break it to you as gently
+as possible. I came here to inquire if you had heard yet from Miss
+Regina. Understand my motive! there must be no misapprehension between
+us on that subject. There is a very serious necessity--pray follow me
+carefully--I say, a very serious necessity for my communicating
+immediately with Miss Regina's uncle; and I know of nobody who is so
+likely to hear from the travellers, so soon after their departure, as
+yourself. You are, in a certain sense, a member of the family--"
+
+"Stop a minute," said Amelius.
+
+"I beg your pardon?" said Mr. Melton politely, at a loss to understand
+the interruption.
+
+"I didn't at first know what you meant," Amelius explained. "You put
+it, if you will forgive me for saying so, in rather a roundabout way.
+If you are alluding, all this time, to Mrs. Farnaby's death, I must
+honestly tell you that I know of it already."
+
+The bland self-possession of Mr. Melton's face began to show signs of
+being ruffled. He had been in a manner deluded into exhibiting his
+conventionally fluent eloquence, in the choicest modulations of his
+sonorous voice--and it wounded his self esteem to be placed in his
+present position. "I understood you to say," he remarked stiffly, "that
+you had not seen the evening newspapers."
+
+"You are quite right," Amelius rejoined; "I have not seen them."
+
+"Then may I inquire," Mr. Melton proceeded, "how you became informed of
+Mrs. Farnaby's death?"
+
+Amelius replied with his customary frankness. "I went to call on the
+poor lady this morning," he said, "knowing nothing of what had
+happened. I met the doctor at the door; and I was present at her
+death."
+
+Even Mr. Melton's carefully-trained composure was not proof against the
+revelation that now opened before him. He burst out with an exclamation
+of astonishment, like an ordinary man.
+
+"Good heavens, what does this mean!"
+
+Amelius took it as a question addressed to himself. "I'm sure I don't
+know," he said quietly.
+
+Mr. Melton, misunderstanding Amelius on his side, interpreted those
+innocent words as an outbreak of vulgar interruption. "Pardon me," he
+said coldly. "I was about to explain myself. You will presently
+understand my surprise. After seeing the evening paper, I went at once
+to make inquiries at the address mentioned. In Mr. Farnaby's absence, I
+felt bound to do this as his old friend. I saw the landlady, and, with
+her assistance, the doctor also. Both these persons spoke of a
+gentleman who had called that morning, accompanied by a young lady; and
+who had insisted on taking the young lady upstairs with him. Until you
+mentioned just now that you were present at the death, I had no
+suspicion that you were 'the gentleman'. Surprise on my part was, I
+think, only natural. I could hardly be expected to know that you were
+in Mrs. Farnaby's confidence about the place of her retreat. And with
+regard to the young lady, I am still quite at a loss to understand--"
+
+"If you understand that the people at the house told you the truth, so
+far as I am concerned," Amelius interposed, "I hope that will be
+enough. With regard to the young lady, I must beg you to excuse me for
+speaking plainly. I have nothing to say about her, to you or to
+anybody."
+
+Mr. Melton rose with the utmost dignity and the fullest possession of
+his vocal resources.
+
+"Permit me to assure you," he said, with frigidly fluent politeness,
+"that I have no wish to force myself into your confidence. One remark I
+will venture to make. It is easy enough, no doubt, to keep your own
+secrets, when you are speaking to _me._ You will find some difficulty,
+I fear, in pursuing the same course, when you are called upon to give
+evidence before the coroner. I presume you know that you will be
+summoned as a witness at the inquest?"
+
+"I left my name and address with the doctor for that purpose," Amelius
+rejoined as composedly as ever; "and I am ready to bear witness to what
+I saw at poor Mrs. Farnaby's bedside. But if all the coroners in
+England questioned me about anything else, I should say to them just
+what I have said to you."
+
+Mr. Melton smiled with well bred irony. "We shall see," he said. "In
+the mean time, I presume I may ask you, in the interests of the family,
+to send me the address on the letter, as soon as you hear from Miss
+Regina. I have no other means of communicating with Mr. Farnaby. In
+respect to the melancholy event, I may add that I have undertaken to
+provide for the funeral, and to pay any little outstanding debts, and
+so forth. As Mr. Farnaby's old friend and representative--"
+
+The conclusion of the sentence was interrupted by the entrance of Toff
+with a note, and an apology for his intrusion. "I beg your pardon, sir;
+the person is waiting. She says it's only a receipt to sign. The box is
+in the hall."
+
+Amelius examined the enclosure. It was a formal document, acknowledging
+the receipt of Sally's clothes, returned to her by the authorities at
+the Home. As he took a pen to sign the receipt he looked towards the
+door of Sally's room. Mr. Melton, observing the look, prepared to
+retire. "I am only interrupting you," he said. "You have my address on
+my card. Good evening."
+
+On his way out, he passed an elderly woman, waiting in the hall. Toff,
+hastening before him to open the garden gate, was saluted by the gruff
+voice of a cabman, outside. "The lady whom he had driven to the cottage
+had not paid him his right fare; he meant to have the money, or the
+lady's name and address, and summon her." Quietly crossing the road,
+Mr. Melton heard the woman's voice next: she had got her receipt, and
+had followed him out. In the dispute about fares and distances that
+ensued, the contending parties more than once mentioned the name of the
+Home and of the locality in which it was situated. Possessing this
+information, Mr. Melton looked in at his club; consulted a directory,
+under the heading of "Charitable Institutions;" and solved the mystery
+of the vanishing petticoats at the door. He had discovered an inmate of
+an asylum for lost women, in the house of the man to whom Regina was
+engaged to be married!
+
+
+The next morning's post brought to Amelius a letter from Regina. It was
+dated from an hotel in Paris. Her "dear uncle" had over estimated his
+strength. He had refused to stay and rest for the night at Boulogne;
+and had suffered so severely from the fatigue of the long journey that
+he had been confined to his bed since his arrival. The English
+physician consulted had declined to say when he would be strong enough
+to travel again; the constitution of the patient must have received
+some serious shock; he was brought very low. Having carefully reported
+the new medical opinion, Regina was at liberty to indulge herself,
+next, in expressions of affection, and to assure Amelius of her anxiety
+to hear from him as soon as possible. But, in this case again, the
+"dear uncle's" convenience was still the first consideration. She
+reverted to Mr. Farnaby, in making her excuses for a hurriedly written
+letter. The poor invalid suffered from depression of spirits; his great
+consolation in his illness was to hear his niece read to him: he was
+calling for her, indeed, at that moment. The inevitable postscript
+warmed into a mild effusion of fondness, "How I wish you could be with
+us. But, alas, it cannot be!"
+
+Amelius copied the address on the letter, and sent it to Mr. Melton
+immediately.
+
+It was then the twenty-fourth day of the month. The tidal train did not
+leave London early that morning; and the inquest was deferred, to suit
+other pressing engagements of the coroner, until the twenty-sixth. Mr.
+Melton decided, after his interview with Amelius, that the emergency
+was sufficiently serious to justify him in following his telegram to
+Paris. It was clearly his duty, as an old friend, to mention to Mr.
+Farnaby what he had discovered at the cottage, as well as what he had
+heard from the landlady and the doctor; leaving it to the uncle's
+discretion to act as he thought right in the interests of the niece.
+Whether that course of action might not also serve the interests of Mr.
+Melton himself, in the character of an unsuccessful suitor for Regina's
+hand, he did not stop to inquire. Beyond his duty it was, for the
+present at least, not his business to look.
+
+That night, the two gentlemen held a private consultation in Paris; the
+doctor having previously certified that his patient was incapable of
+supporting the journey back to London, under any circumstances.
+
+The question of the formal proceedings rendered necessary by Mrs.
+Farnaby's death having been discussed and disposed of, Mr. Melton next
+entered on the narrative which the obligations of friendship
+imperatively demanded from him. To his astonishment and alarm, Mr.
+Farnaby started up in the bed like a man panic-stricken. "Did you say,"
+he stammered, as soon as he could speak, "you mean to make inquiries
+about that--that girl?"
+
+"I certainly thought it desirable, bearing in mind Mr. Goldenheart's
+position in your family."
+
+"Do nothing of the sort! Say nothing to Regina or to any living
+creature. Wait till I get well again--and leave me to deal with it. I
+am the proper person to take it in hand. Don't you see that for
+yourself? And, look here! there may be questions asked at the inquest.
+Some impudent scoundrel on the jury may want to pry into what doesn't
+concern him. The moment you're back in London, get a lawyer to
+represent us--the sharpest fellow that can be had for money. Tell him
+to stop all prying questions. Who the girl is, and what made that
+cursed young Socialist Goldenheart take her upstairs with him--all that
+sort of thing has nothing to do with the manner in which my wife met
+her death. You understand? I look to you, Melton, to see yourself that
+this is done. The less said at the infernal inquest, the better. In my
+position, it's an exposure that my enemies will make the most of, as it
+is. I'm too ill to go into the thing any further. No: I don't want
+Regina. Go to her in the sitting room, and tell the courier to get you
+something to eat and drink. And, I say! For God's sake don't be late
+for the Boulogne train tomorrow morning."
+
+Left by himself, he gave full vent to his fury; he cursed Amelius with
+oaths that are not to be written.
+
+He had burnt the letter which Mrs. Farnaby had written to him, on
+leaving him forever; but he had not burnt out of his memory the words
+which that letter contained. With his wife's language vividly present
+to his mind, he could arrive at but one conclusion, after what Mr.
+Melton had told him. Amelius was concerned in the discovery of his
+deserted daughter; Amelius had taken the girl to her dying mother's
+bedside. With his idiotic Socialist notions, he would be perfectly
+capable of owning the truth, if inquiries were made. The unblemished
+reputation which John Farnaby had built up by the self-seeking
+hypocrisy of a lifetime was at the mercy of a visionary young fool, who
+believed that rich men were created for the benefit of the poor, and
+who proposed to regenerate society by reviving the obsolete morality of
+the Primitive Christians. Was it possible for him to come to terms with
+such a person as this? There was not an inch of common ground on which
+they could meet. He dropped back on his pillow in despair, and lay for
+a while frowning and biting his nails. Suddenly he sat up again in the
+bed, and wiped his moist forehead, and heaved a heavy breath of relief.
+Had his illness obscured his intelligence? How was it he had not seen
+at once the perfectly easy way out of the difficulty which was
+presented by the facts themselves? Here is a man, engaged to marry my
+niece, who has been discovered keeping a girl at his cottage--who even
+had the audacity to take her upstairs with him when he made a call on
+my wife. Charge him with it in plain words; break off the engagement
+publicly in the face of society; and, if the profligate scoundrel tries
+to defend himself by telling the truth, who will believe him--when the
+girl was seen running out of his room? and when he refused, on the
+question being put to him, to say who she was?
+
+So, in ignorance of his wife's last instructions to Amelius--in equal
+ignorance of the compassionate silence which an honourable man
+preserves when a woman's reputation is at his mercy--the wretch
+needlessly plotted and planned to save his usurped reputation; seeing
+all things, as such men invariably do, through the foul light of his
+own inbred baseness and cruelty. He was troubled by no retributive
+emotions of shame or remorse, in contemplating this second sacrifice to
+his own interests of the daughter whom he had deserted in her infancy.
+If he felt any misgivings, they related wholly to himself. His head was
+throbbing, his tongue was dry; a dread of increasing his illness shook
+him suddenly. He drank some of the lemonade at his bedside, and lay
+down to compose himself to sleep.
+
+It was not to be done; there was a burning in his eyeballs, there was a
+wild irregular beating at his heart, which kept him awake. In some
+degree, at least, retribution seemed to be on the way to him already.
+
+Mr. Melton, delicately administering sympathy and consolation to
+Regina--whose affectionate nature felt keenly the calamity of her
+aunt's death--Mr. Melton, making himself modestly useful, by reading
+aloud certain devotional poems much prized by Regina, was called out of
+the room by the courier.
+
+"I have just looked in at Mr. Farnaby, sir," said the man; "and I am
+afraid he is worse."
+
+The physician was sent for. He thought so seriously of the change in
+the patient, that he obliged Regina to accept the services of a
+professed nurse. When Mr. Melton started on his return journey the next
+morning, he left his friend in a high fever.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 2
+
+The inquiry into the circumstances under which Mrs. Farnaby had died
+was held in the forenoon of the next day.
+
+Mr. Melton surprised Amelius by calling for him, and taking him to the
+inquest. The carriage stopped on the way, and a gentleman joined them,
+who was introduced as Mr. Melton's legal adviser. He spoke to Amelius
+about the inquest; stating, as his excuse for asking certain discreet
+questions, that his object was to suppress any painful disclosures. On
+reaching the house, Mr. Melton and his lawyer said a few words to the
+coroner downstairs, while the jury were assembling on the floor above.
+
+The first witness examined was the landlady.
+
+After deposing to the date at which the late Mrs. Farnaby had hired her
+lodgings, and verifying the statements which had appeared in the
+newspapers, she was questioned about the life and habits of the
+deceased. She described her late lodger as a respectable lady, punctual
+in her payments, and quiet and orderly in her way of life: she received
+letters, but saw no friends. On several occasions, an old woman was
+admitted to speak with her; and these visits seemed to be anything but
+agreeable to the deceased. Asked if she knew anything of the old woman,
+or of what had passed at the interviews described, the witness answered
+both questions in the negative. When the woman called, she always told
+the servant to announce her as "the nurse."
+
+Mr. Melton was next examined, to prove the identity of the deceased.
+
+He declared that he was quite unable to explain why she had left her
+husband's house under an assumed name. Asked if Mr. and Mrs. Farnaby
+had lived together on affectionate terms, he acknowledged that he had
+heard, at various times, of a want of harmony between them, but was not
+acquainted with the cause. Mr. Farnaby's high character and position in
+the commercial world spoke for themselves: the restraints of a
+gentleman guided him in his relations with his wife. The medical
+certificate of his illness in Paris was then put in; and Mr. Melton's
+examination came to an end.
+
+The chemist who had made up the prescription was the third witness. He
+knew the woman who brought it to his shop to be in the service of the
+first witness examined; an old customer of his, and a highly respected
+resident in the neighbourhood. He made up all prescriptions himself in
+which poisons were conspicuous ingredients; and he had affixed to the
+bottle a slip of paper, bearing the word "Poison," printed in large
+letters. The bottle was produced and identified; and the directions in
+the prescription were shown to have been accurately copied on the
+label.
+
+A general sensation of interest was excited by the appearance of the
+next witness--the woman servant. It was anticipated that her evidence
+would explain how the fatal mistake about the medicine had occurred.
+After replying to the formal inquiries, she proceeded as follows:
+
+"When I answered the bell, at the time I have mentioned, I found the
+deceased standing at the fireplace. There was a bottle of medicine on
+the table, by her writing desk. It was a much larger bottle than that
+which the last witness identified, and it was more than three parts
+full of some colourless medicine. The deceased gave me a prescription
+to take to the chemist's, with instructions to wait, and bring back the
+physic. She said, 'I don't feel at all well this morning; I thought of
+trying some of this medicine,' pointing to the bottle by her desk; 'but
+I am not sure it is the right thing for me. I think I want a tonic. The
+prescription I have given you is a tonic.' I went out at once to our
+chemist and got it. I found her writing a letter when I came back, but
+she finished it immediately, and pushed it away from her. When I put
+the bottle I had brought from the chemist on the table, she looked at
+the other larger bottle which she had by her; and she said, 'You will
+think me very undecided; I have been doubting, since I sent you to the
+chemist, whether I had not better begin with this medicine here, before
+I try the tonic. It's a medicine for the stomach; and I fancy it's only
+indigestion that's the matter with me, after all.' I said, 'You eat but
+a poor breakfast, ma'am, this morning. It isn't for me to advise; but,
+as you seem to be in doubt about yourself, wouldn't it be better to
+send for a doctor?' She shook her head, and said she didn't want to
+have a doctor if she could possibly help it. 'I'll try the medicine for
+indigestion first,' she says; 'and if it doesn't relieve me, we will
+see what is to be done, later in the day.' While we were talking, the
+tonic was left in its sealed paper cover, just as I had brought it from
+the shop. She took up the bottle containing the stomach medicine, and
+read the directions on it: 'Two tablespoonsful by measure-glass twice a
+day.' I asked if she had a measure-glass; and she said, Yes, and sent
+me to her bedroom to look for it. I couldn't find it. While I was
+looking, I heard her cry out, and ran back to the drawing-room to see
+what was the matter. 'Oh!' she says, 'how clumsy I am! I've broken the
+bottle.' She held up the bottle of the stomach medicine and showed it
+to me, broken just below the neck. 'Go back to the bedroom,' she says,
+'and see if you can find an empty bottle; I don't want to waste the
+medicine if I can help it.' There was only one empty bottle in the
+bedroom, a bottle on the chimney-piece. I took it to her immediately.
+She gave me the broken bottle; and while I poured the medicine into the
+bottle which I had found in the bedroom, she opened the paper which
+covered the tonic I had brought from the chemist. When I had done, and
+the two bottles were together on the table--the bottle that I had
+filled, and the bottle that I had brought front the chemist--I noticed
+that they were both of the same size, and that both had a label pasted
+on them, marked 'Poison.' I said to her, 'You must take care, ma'am,
+you don't make any mistake, the two bottles are so exactly alike.' 'I
+can easily prevent that,' she says, and dipped her pen in the ink, and
+copied the directions on the broken bottle, on to the label of the
+bottle that I had just filled. 'There!' she said. 'Now I hope your
+mind's at ease?' She spoke cheerfully, as if she was joking with me.
+And then she said, 'But where's the measure-glass?' I went back to the
+bedroom to look for it, and couldn't find it again. She changed all at
+once, upon that--she became quite angry; and walked up and down in a
+fume, abusing me for my stupidity. It was very unlike her. On all other
+occasions she was a most considerate lady. I made allowances for her.
+She had been very much upset earlier in the morning, when she had
+received a letter, which she told me herself contained bad news. Yes;
+another person was present at the time--the same woman that my mistress
+told you of. The woman looked at the address on the letter, and seemed
+to know who it was from. I told her a squint-eyed man had brought it to
+the house--and then she left directly. I don't know where she went, or
+the address at which she lives, or who the messenger was who brought
+the letter. As I have said, I made allowances for the deceased lady. I
+went downstairs, without answering, and got a tumbler and a tablespoon
+to serve instead of the measure-glass. When I came back with the
+things, she was still walking about in a temper. She took no notice of
+me. I left the room again quietly, seeing she was not in a state to be
+spoken to. I saw nothing more of her, until we were alarmed by hearing
+her scream. We found the poor lady on the floor in a kind of fit. I ran
+out and fetched the nearest doctor. This is the whole truth, on my
+oath; and this is all I know about it."
+
+The landlady was recalled at the request of the jury, and questioned
+again about the old woman. She could give no information. Being asked
+next if any letters or papers belonging to, or written by, the deceased
+lady had been found, she declared that, after the strictest search,
+nothing had been discovered but two medical prescriptions. The writing
+desk was empty.
+
+The doctor was the next witness.
+
+He described the state in which he found the patient, on being called
+to the house. The symptoms were those of poisoning by strychnine.
+Examination of the prescriptions and the bottles, aided by the
+servant's information, convinced him that a fatal mistake had been made
+by the deceased; the nature of which he explained to the jury as he had
+already explained it to Amelius. Having mentioned the meeting with
+Amelius at the house-door, and the events which had followed, he closed
+his evidence by stating the result of the postmortem examination,
+proving that the death was caused by the poison called strychnine.
+
+The landlady and the servant were examined again. They were instructed
+to inform the jury exactly of the time that had elapsed, from the
+moment when the servant had left the deceased alone in the
+drawing-room, to the time when the screams were first heard. Having
+both given the same evidence, on this point, they were next asked
+whether any person, besides the old woman, had visited the deceased
+lady--or had on any pretence obtained access to her in the interval.
+Both swore positively that there had not even been a knock at the
+house-door in the interval, and that the area-gate was locked, and the
+key in the possession of the landlady. This evidence placed it beyond
+the possibility of doubt that the deceased had herself taken the
+poison. The question whether she had taken it by accident was the only
+question left to decide, when Amelius was called as the next witness.
+
+The lawyer retained by Mr. Melton, to watch the case on behalf of Mr.
+Farnaby, had hitherto not interfered. It was observed that he paid the
+closest attention to the inquiry, at the stage which it had now
+reached.
+
+Amelius was nervous at the outset. The early training in America, which
+had hardened him to face an audience and speak with self-possession on
+social and political subjects had not prepared him for the very
+difficult ordeal of a first appearance as a witness. Having answered
+the customary inquiries, he was so painfully agitated in describing
+Mrs. Farnaby's sufferings, that the coroner suspended the examination
+for a few minutes, to give him time to control himself. He failed,
+however, to recover his composure, until the narrative part of his
+evidence had come to an end. When the critical questions, bearing on
+his relations with Mrs. Farnaby, began, the audience noticed that he
+lifted his head, and looked and spoke, for the first time, like a man
+with a settled resolution in him, sure of himself.
+
+The questions proceeded:
+
+Was he in Mrs. Farnaby's confidence, on the subject of her domestic
+differences with her husband? Did those differences lead to her
+withdrawing herself from her husband's roof? Did Mrs. Farnaby inform
+him of the place of her retreat? To these three questions the witness,
+speaking quite readily in each case, answered Yes. Asked next, what the
+nature of the 'domestic differences' had been; whether they were likely
+to affect Mrs. Farnaby's mind seriously; why she had passed under an
+assumed name, and why she had confided the troubles of her married life
+to a young man like himself, only introduced to her a few months since,
+the witness simply declined to reply to the inquiries addressed to him.
+"The confidence Mrs. Farnaby placed in me," he said to the coroner,
+"was a confidence which I gave her my word of honour to respect. When I
+have said that, I hope the jury will understand that I owe it to the
+memory of the dead to say no more."
+
+There was a murmur of approval among the audience, instantly checked by
+the coroner. The foreman of the jury rose, and remarked that scruples
+of honour were out of place at a serious inquiry of that sort. Hearing
+this, the lawyer saw his opportunity, and got on his legs. "I represent
+the husband of the deceased lady," he said. "Mr. Goldenheart has
+appealed to the law of honour to justify him in keeping silence. I am
+astonished that there is a man to be found in this assembly who fails
+to sympathize with him. But as there appears to be such a person
+present, I ask permission, sir, to put a question to the witness. It
+may, or may not, satisfy the foreman of the jury; but it will certainly
+assist the object of the present inquiry."
+
+The coroner, after a glance at Mr. Melton, permitted the lawyer to put
+his question in these terms:--
+
+"Did your knowledge of Mrs. Farnaby's domestic troubles give you any
+reason to apprehend that they might urge her to commit suicide?
+
+"Certainly not," Amelius answered. "When I called on her, on the
+morning of her death, I had no apprehension whatever of her committing
+suicide. I went to the house as the bearer of good news; and I said so
+to the doctor, when he first spoke to me."
+
+The doctor confirmed this. The foreman was silenced, if not convinced.
+One of his brother-jurymen, however, feeling the force of example,
+interrupted the proceedings, by assailing Amelius with another
+question:--"We have heard that you were accompanied by a young lady at
+the time you have mentioned, and that you took her upstairs with you.
+We want to know what business the young lady had in the house?"
+
+The lawyer interfered again. "I object to that question," he said. "The
+purpose of the inquest is to ascertain how Mrs. Farnaby met with her
+death. What has the young lady to do with it? The doctor's evidence has
+already told us that she was not at the house, until after he had been
+called in, and the deadly action of the poison had begun. I appeal,
+sir, to the law of evidence, and to you, as the presiding authority, to
+enforce it. Mr. Goldenheart, who is acquainted with the circumstances
+of the deceased lady's life, has declared on his oath that there was
+nothing in those circumstances to inspire him with any apprehension of
+her committing suicide. The evidence of the servant at the lodgings
+points plainly to the conclusion already arrived at by the medical
+witness, that the death was the result of a lamentable mistake, and of
+that alone. Is our time to be wasted in irrelevant questions, and are
+the feelings of the surviving relatives to be cruelly lacerated to no
+purpose, to satisfy the curiosity of strangers?"
+
+A strong expression of approval from the audience followed this. The
+lawyer whispered to Mr. Melton, "It's all right!"
+
+Order being restored, the coroner ruled that the juryman's question was
+not admissible, and that the servant's evidence, taken with the
+statements of the doctor and the chemist, was the only evidence for the
+consideration of the jury. Summing up to this effect, he recalled
+Amelius, at the request of the foreman, to inquire if the witness knew
+anything of the old woman who had been frequently alluded to in the
+course of the proceedings. Amelius could answer this question as
+honestly as he had answered the questions preceding it. He neither knew
+the woman's name, nor where she was to be found. The coroner inquired,
+with a touch of irony, if the jury wished the inquest to be adjourned,
+under existing circumstances.
+
+For the sake of appearances, the jury consulted together. But the
+luncheon-hour was approaching; the servant's evidence was undeniably
+clear and conclusive; the coroner, in summing up, had requested them
+not to forget that the deceased had lost her temper with the servant,
+and that an angry woman might well make a mistake which would be
+unlikely in her cooler moments. All these influences led the jury
+irrepressibly, over the obstacles of obstinacy, on the way to
+submission. After a needless delay, they returned a verdict of "death
+by misadventure." The secret of Mrs. Farnaby's suicide remained
+inviolate; the reputation of her vile husband stood as high as ever;
+and the future life of Amelius was, from that fatal moment, turned
+irrevocably into a new course.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 3
+
+On the conclusion of the proceedings, Mr. Melton, having no further
+need of Amelius or the lawyer, drove away by himself. But he was too
+inveterately polite to omit making his excuses for leaving them in a
+hurry; he expected, he said, to find a telegram from Paris waiting at
+his house. Amelius only delayed his departure to ask the landlady if
+the day of the funeral was settled. Hearing that it was arranged for
+the next morning, he thanked her, and returned at once to the cottage.
+
+Sally was waiting his arrival to complete some purchases of mourning
+for her unhappy mother; Toff's wife being in attendance to take care of
+her. She was curious to know how the inquest had ended. In answering
+her question, Amelius was careful to warn her, if her companion made
+any inquiries, only to say that she had lost her mother under very sad
+circumstances. The two having left the cottage, he instructed Toff to
+let in a stranger, who was to call by previous appointment, and to
+close the door to every one else. In a few minutes, the expected
+person, a young man, who gave the name of Morcross, made his
+appearance, and sorely puzzled the old Frenchman. He was well dressed;
+his manner was quiet and self-possessed--and yet he did not look like a
+gentleman. In fact, he was a policeman of the higher order, in plain
+clothes.
+
+Being introduced to the library, he spread out on the table some sheets
+of manuscript, in the handwriting of Amelius, with notes in red ink on
+the margin, made by himself.
+
+"I understand, sir," he began, "that you have reasons for not bringing
+this case to trial in a court of law?"
+
+"I am sorry to say," Amelius answered, "that I dare not consent to the
+exposure of a public trial, for the sake of persons living and dead.
+For the same reason, I have written the account of the conspiracy with
+certain reserves. I hope I have not thrown any needless difficulties in
+your way?"
+
+"Certainly not, sir. But I should wish to ask, what you propose to do,
+in case I discover the people concerned in the conspiracy?"
+
+Amelius owned, very reluctantly, that he could do nothing with the old
+woman who had been the accomplice. "Unless," he added, "I can induce
+her to assist me in bringing the man to justice for other crimes which
+I believe him to have committed."
+
+"Meaning the man named Jervy, sir, in this statement?"
+
+"Yes. I have reason to believe that he has been obliged to leave the
+United States, after committing some serious offence--"
+
+"I beg your pardon for interrupting you, sir. Is it serious enough to
+charge him with, under the treaty between the two countries?"
+
+"I don't doubt it's serious enough. I have telegraphed to the persons
+who formerly employed him, for the particulars. Mind this! I will stick
+at no sacrifice to make that scoundrel suffer for what he has done."
+
+In those plain words Amelius revealed, as frankly as usual, the purpose
+that was in him. The terrible remembrances associated with Mrs.
+Farnaby's last moments had kindled, in his just and generous nature, a
+burning sense of the wrong inflicted on the poor heart-broken creature
+who had trusted and loved him. The unendurable thought that the wretch
+who had tortured her, robbed her, and driven her to her death had
+escaped with impunity, literally haunted him night and day. Eager to
+provide for Sally's future, he had followed Mrs. Farnaby's
+instructions, and had seen the lawyer privately, during the period that
+had elapsed between the death and the inquest. Hearing that there were
+formalities to be complied with, which would probably cause some delay,
+he had at once announced his determination to employ the interval in
+attempting the pursuit of Jervy. The lawyer--after vainly pointing out
+the serious objections to the course proposed--so far yielded to the
+irresistible earnestness and good faith of Amelius as to recommend him
+to a competent man, who could be trusted not to deceive him. The same
+day the man had received a written statement of the case; and he had
+now arrived to report the result of his first proceedings to his
+employer.
+
+"One thing I want to know, before you tell me anything else," Amelius
+resumed. "Is my written description of Jervy plain enough to help you
+to find him?"
+
+"It's so plain, sir, that some of the older men in our office have
+recognized him by it--under another name than the name you give him."
+
+"Does that add to the difficulty of tracing him?"
+
+"He has been a long time away from England, sir; and it's by no means
+easy to trace him, on that account. I have been to the young woman,
+named Phoebe in your statement, to find out what she can tell me about
+him. She's ready enough, in the intervals of crying, to help us to lay
+our hands on the man who has deserted her. It's the old story of a
+fellow getting at a girl's secrets and a girl's money, under pretence
+of marrying her. At one time, she's furious with him, and at another
+she's ready to cry her eyes out. I got some information from her; it's
+not much, but it may help us. The name of the old woman, who has been
+the go-between in the business, is Mrs. Sowler--known to the police as
+an inveterate drunkard, and worse. I don't think there will be much
+difficulty in tracing Mrs. Sowler. As to Jervy, if the young woman is
+to be believed, and I think she is, there's little doubt that he has
+got the money from the lady mentioned in my instructions here, and that
+he has bolted with the sum about him. Wait a bit, sir, I haven't done
+with my discoveries yet. I asked the young woman, of course, if she had
+his photograph. He's a sharp fellow; she had it, but he got it away
+from her, on pretence of giving her a better one, before he took
+himself off. Having missed this chance, I asked next if she knew where
+he lived last. She directed me to the place; and I have had a talk with
+the landlord. He tells me of a squint-eyed man, who was a good deal
+about the house, doing Jervy's dirty work for him. If I am not misled
+by the description, I think I know the man. I have my own notion of
+what he's capable of doing, if he gets the chance--and I propose to
+begin by finding our way to him, and using him as a means of tracing
+Jervy. It's only right to tell you that it may take some time to do
+this--for which reason I have to propose, in the mean while, trying a
+shorter way to the end in view. Do you object, sir, to the expense of
+sending a copy of your description of Jervy to every police-station in
+London?"
+
+"I object to nothing which may help to find him. Do you think the
+police have got him anywhere?"
+
+"You forget, sir, that the police have no orders to take him. What I'm
+speculating on is the chance that he has got the money about him--say
+in small banknotes, for convenience of changing them, you know."
+
+"Well?"
+
+"Well, sir, the people he lives among--the squint-eyed man, for
+instance!--don't stick at trifles. If any of them have found out that
+Jervy's purse is worth having--"
+
+"You mean they would rob him?"
+
+"And murder him too, sir, if he tried to resist."
+
+Amelius started to his feet. "Send round to the police-stations without
+losing another minute," he said. "And let me hear what the answer is,
+the instant you receive it."
+
+"Suppose I get the answer late at night, sir?"
+
+"I don't care when you get it, night or day. Dead or living, I will
+undertake to identify him. Here's a duplicate key of the garden gate.
+Come this way, and I'll show you where my bedroom is. If we are all in
+bed, tap at the window--and I will be ready for you at a moment's
+notice."
+
+On that understanding Morcross left the cottage.
+
+The day when the mortal remains of Mrs. Farnaby were laid at rest was a
+day of heavy rain. Mr. Melton, and two or three other old friends, were
+the attendants at the funeral. When the coffin was borne into the damp
+and reeking burial ground, a young man and a woman were the only
+persons, beside the sexton and his assistants, who stood by the open
+grave. Mr. Melton, recognizing Amelius, was at a loss to understand who
+his companion could be. It was impossible to suppose that he would
+profane that solemn ceremony by bringing to it the lost woman at the
+cottage. The thick black veil of the person with him hid her face from
+view. No visible expressions of grief escaped her. When the last
+sublime words of the burial service had been read, those two mourners
+were left, after the others had all departed, still standing together
+by the grave. Mr. Melton decided on mentioning the circumstance
+confidentially when he wrote to his friend in Paris. Telegrams from
+Regina, in reply to his telegrams from London, had informed him that
+Mr. Farnaby had felt the benefit of the remedies employed, and was
+slowly on the way to recovery. It seemed likely that he would, in no
+long time, take the right course for the protection of his niece. For
+the enlightenment which might, or might not, come with that time, Mr.
+Melton was resigned to wait, with the disciplined patience to which he
+had been mainly indebted for his success in life.
+
+
+"Always remember your mother tenderly, my child," said Amelius, as they
+left the burial ground. "She was sorely tried, poor thing, in her life
+time, and she loved you very dearly."
+
+"Do you know anything of my father?" Sally asked timidly. "Is he still
+living?"
+
+"My dear, you will never see your father. I must be all that the
+kindest father and mother could have been to you, now. Oh, my poor
+little girl!"
+
+She pressed his arm to her as she held it. "Why should you pity me?"
+she said. "Haven't I got You?"
+
+They passed the day together quietly at the cottage. Amelius took down
+some of his books, and pleased Sally by giving her his first lessons.
+Soon after ten o'clock she withdrew, at the usual early hour, to her
+room. In her absence, he sent for Toff, intending to warn him not to be
+alarmed if he heard footsteps in the garden, after they had all gone to
+bed. The old servant had barely entered the library, when he was called
+away by the bell at the outer gate. Amelius, looking into the hall,
+discovered Morcross, and signed to him eagerly to come in. The
+police-officer closed the door cautiously behind him. He had arrived
+with news that Jervy was found.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 4
+
+"Where has he been found?" Amelius asked, snatching up his hat.
+
+"There's no hurry, sir," Morcross answered quietly. "When I had the
+honour of seeing you yesterday, you said you meant to make Jervy suffer
+for what he had done. Somebody else has saved you the trouble. He was
+found this evening in the river."
+
+"Drowned?"
+
+"Stabbed in three places, sir; and put out of the way in the
+river--that's the surgeon's report. Robbed of everything he
+possessed--that's the police report, after searching his pockets."
+
+Amelius was silent. It had not entered into his calculations that crime
+breeds crime, and that the criminal might escape him under that law.
+For the moment, he was conscious of a sense of disappointment,
+revealing plainly that the desire for vengeance had mingled with the
+higher motives which animated him. He felt uneasy and ashamed, and
+longed as usual to take refuge in action from his own unwelcome
+thoughts. "Are you sure it is the man?" he asked. "My description may
+have misled the police--I should like to see him myself."
+
+"Certainly, sir. While we are about it, if you feel any curiosity to
+trace Jervy's ill-gotten money, there's a chance (from what I have
+heard) of finding the man with the squint. The people at our place
+think it's likely he may have been concerned in the robbery, if he
+hasn't committed the murder."
+
+In an hour after, under the guidance of Morcross, Amelius passed
+through the dreary doors of a deadhouse, situated on the southern bank
+of the Thames, and saw the body of Jervy stretched out on a stone slab.
+The guardian who held the lantern, inured to such horrible sights,
+declared that the corpse could not have been in the water more than two
+days. To any one who had seen the murdered man, the face, undisfigured
+by injury of any kind, was perfectly recognizable. Amelius knew him
+again, dead, as certainly as he had known him again, living, when he
+was waiting for Phoebe in the street.
+
+"If you're satisfied, sir," said Morcross, "the inspector at the
+police-station is sending a sergeant to look after 'Wall-Eyes'--the
+name they give hereabouts to the man suspected of the robbery. We can
+take the sergeant with us in the cab, if you like."
+
+Still keeping on the southern bank of the river, they drove for a
+quarter of an hour in a westerly direction, and stopped at a
+public-house. The sergeant of police went in by himself to make the
+first inquiries.
+
+"We are a day too late, sir," he said to Amelius, on returning to the
+cab. "Wall-Eyes was here last night, and Mother Sowler with him,
+judging by the description. Both of them drunk--and the woman the worse
+of the two. The landlord knew nothing more about it; but there's a man
+at the bar tells me he heard of them this morning (still drinking) at
+the Dairy."
+
+"The Dairy?" Amelius repeated.
+
+Morcross interposed with the necessary explanation. "An old house, sir,
+which once stood by itself in the fields. It was a dairy a hundred
+years ago; and it has kept the name ever since, though it's nothing but
+a low lodging house now."
+
+"One of the worst places on this side of the river," the sergeant
+added, "The landlord's a returned convict. Sly as he is we shall have
+him again yet, for receiving stolen goods. There's every sort of thief
+among his lodgers, from a pickpocket to a housebreaker. It's my duty to
+continue the inquiry, sir; but a gentleman like you will be better, I
+should say, out of such a place as that."
+
+Still disquieted by the sight that he had seen in the deadhouse, and by
+the associations which that sight had recalled, Amelius was ready for
+any adventure which might relieve his mind. Even the prospect of a
+visit to a thieves' lodging house was more welcome to him than the
+prospect of going home alone. "If there's no serious objection to it,"
+he said, "I own I should like to see the place."
+
+"You'll be safe enough with us," the sergeant replied. "If you don't
+mind filthy people and bad language--all right, sir! Cabman, drive to
+the Dairy."
+
+Their direction was now towards the south, through a perfect labyrinth
+of mean and dirty streets. Twice the driver was obliged to ask his way.
+On the second occasion the sergeant, putting his head out of the window
+to stop the cab, cried, "Hullo! there's something up."
+
+They got out in front of a long low rambling house, a complete contrast
+to the modern buildings about it. Late as the hour was, a mob had
+assembled in front of the door. The police were on the spot keeping the
+people in order.
+
+Morcross and the sergeant pushed their way through the crowd, leading
+Amelius between them. "Something wrong, sir, in the back kitchen," said
+one of the policemen answering the sergeant while he opened the street
+door. A few yards down the passage there was a second door, with a man
+on the watch by it. "There's a nice to-do downstairs," the man
+announced, recognizing the sergeant, and unlocking the door with a key
+which he took from his pocket. "The landlord at the Dairy knows his
+lodgers, sir," Morcross whispered to Amelius; "the place is kept like a
+prison." As they passed through the second door, a frantic voice
+startled them, shouting in fury from below. An old man came hobbling up
+the kitchen stairs, his eyes wild with fear, his long grey hair all
+tumbled over his face. "Oh, Lord, have you got the tools for breaking
+open the door?" he asked, wringing his dirty hands in an agony of
+supplication. "She'll set the house on fire! she'll kill my wife and
+daughter!" The sergeant pushed him contemptuously out of the way, and
+looked round for Amelius. "It's only the landlord, sir; keep near
+Morcross, and follow me."
+
+They descended the kitchen stairs, the frantic cries below growing
+louder and louder at every step they took; and made their way through
+the thieves and vagabonds crowding together in the passage. Passing on
+their right hand a solid old oaken door fast closed, they reached an
+open wicket-gate of iron which led into a stone-paved yard. A heavily
+barred window was now visible in the back wall of the house, raised
+three or four feet from the pavement of the yard. The room within was
+illuminated by a blaze of gaslight. More policemen were here, keeping
+back more inquisitive lodgers. Among the spectators was a man with a
+hideous outward squint, holding by the window-bars in a state of
+drunken terror. The sergeant looked at him, and beckoned to one of the
+policemen. "Take him to the station; I shall have something to say to
+Wall-Eyes when he's sober. Now then! stand back all of you, and let's
+see what's going on in the kitchen."
+
+He took Amelius by the arm, and led him to the window. Even the
+sergeant started when the scene inside met his view. "By God!" he
+cried, "it's Mother Sowler herself."
+
+It _was_ Mother Sowler. The horrible woman was tramping round and round
+in the middle of the kitchen, like a beast in a cage; raving in the
+dreadful drink-madness called delirium tremens. In the farthest corner
+of the room, barricaded behind the table, the landlord's wife and
+daughter crouched in terror of their lives. The gas, turned full on,
+blazed high enough to blacken the ceiling, and showed the heavy bolts
+shot at the top and bottom of the solid door. Nothing less than a
+battering-ram could have burst that door in from the outer side; an
+hour's work with the file would have failed to break a passage through
+the bars over the window. "How did she get there?" the sergeant asked.
+"Run downstairs, and bolted herself in, while the missus and the young
+'un were cooking"--was the answering cry from the people in the yard.
+As they spoke, another vain attempt was made to break in the door from
+the passage. The noise of the heavy blows redoubled the frenzy of the
+terrible creature in the kitchen, still tramping round and round under
+the blazing gaslight. Suddenly, she made a dart at the window, and
+confronted the men looking in from the yard. Her staring eyes were
+bloodshot; a purple-red flush was over her face; her hair waved wildly
+about her, torn away in places by her own hands. "Cats!" she screamed,
+glaring out of the window, "millions of cats! all their months wide
+open spitting at me! Fire! fire to scare away the cats!" She searched
+furiously in her pocket, and tore out a handful of loose papers. One of
+them escaped, and fluttered downward to a wooden press under the
+window. Amelius was nearest, and saw it plainly as it fell, "Good
+heavens!" he exclaimed, "it's a bank-note!" "Wall-Eyes' money!" shouted
+the thieves in the yard; "She's going to burn Wall-Eyes' money!" The
+madwoman turned back to the middle of the kitchen, leapt up at the
+gas-burner, and set fire to the bank-notes. She scattered them flaming
+all round her on the kitchen floor. "Away with you!" she shouted,
+shaking her fists at the visionary multitude of cats. "Away with you,
+up the chimney! Away with you, out of the window!" She sprang back to
+the window, with her crooked fingers twisted in her hair! "The snakes!"
+she shrieked; "the snakes are hissing again in my hair! the beetles are
+crawling over my face!" She tore at her hair; she scraped her face with
+long black nails that lacerated the flesh. Amelius turned away, unable
+to endure the sight of her. Morcross took his place, eyed her steadily
+for a moment, and saw the way to end it. "A quarter of gin!" he
+shouted. "Quick! before she leaves the window!" In a minute he had the
+pewter measure in his hand, and tapped at the window. "Gin, Mother
+Sowler! Break the window, and have a drop of gin!" For a moment, the
+drunkard mastered her own dreadful visions at the sight of the liquor.
+She broke a pane of glass with her clenched fist. "The door!" cried
+Morcross, to the panic-stricken women, barricaded behind the table.
+"The door!" he reiterated, as he handed the gin in through the bars.
+The elder woman was too terrified to understand him; her bolder
+daughter crawled under the table, rushed across the kitchen, and drew
+the bolts. As the madwoman turned to attack her, the room was filled
+with men, headed by the sergeant. Three of them were barely enough to
+control the frantic wretch, and bind her hand and foot. When Amelius
+entered the kitchen, after she had been conveyed to the hospital, a
+five-pound note on the press (secured by one of the police), and a few
+frail black ashes scattered thinly on the kitchen floor, were the only
+relics left of the ill-gotten money.
+
+
+After-inquiry, patiently pursued in more than one direction, failed to
+throw any light on the mystery of Jervy's death. Morcross's report to
+Amelius, towards the close of the investigation, was little more than
+ingenious guess-work.
+
+"It seems pretty clear, sir, in the first place, that Mother Sowler
+must have overtaken Wall-Eyes, after he had left the letter at Mrs.
+Farnaby's lodgings. In the second place, we are justified (as I shall
+show you directly) in assuming that she told him of the money in
+Jervy's possession, and that the two succeeded in discovering Jervy--no
+doubt through Wall-Eyes' superior knowledge of his master's movements.
+The evidence concerning the bank-notes proves this. We know, by the
+examination of the people at the Dairy, that Wall-Eyes took from his
+pocket a handful of notes, when they refused to send for liquor without
+having the money first. We are also informed, that the breaking-out of
+the drink-madness in Mother Sowler showed itself in her snatching the
+notes out of his hand, and trying to strangle him--before she ran down
+into the kitchen and bolted herself in. Lastly, Mrs. Farnaby's bankers
+have identified the note saved from the burning, as one of forty
+five-pound notes paid to her cheque. So much for the tracing of the
+money.
+
+"I wish I could give an equally satisfactory account of the tracing of
+the crime. We can make nothing of Wall-Eyes. He declares that he didn't
+even know Jervy was dead, till we told him; and he swears he found the
+money dropped in the street. It is needless to say that this last
+assertion is a lie. Opinions are divided among us as to whether he is
+answerable for the murder as well as the robbery, or whether there was
+a third person concerned in it. My own belief is that Jervy was drugged
+by the old woman (with a young woman very likely used as a decoy), in
+some house by the riverside, and then murdered by Wall-Eyes in cold
+blood. We have done our best to clear the matter up, and we have not
+succeeded. The doctors give us no hope of any assistance from Mother
+Sowler. If she gets over the attack (which is doubtful), they say she
+will die to a certainty of liver disease. In short, my own fear is that
+this will prove to be one more of those murders which are mysteries to
+the police as well as the public."
+
+The report of the case excited some interest, published in the
+newspapers in conspicuous type. Meddlesome readers wrote letters,
+offering complacently stupid suggestions to the police. After a while,
+another crime attracted general attention; and the murder of Jervy
+disappeared from the public memory, among other forgotten murders of
+modern times.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 5
+
+The last dreary days of November came to their end.
+
+No longer darkened by the shadows of crime and torment and death, the
+life of Amelius glided insensibly into the peaceful byways of
+seclusion, brightened by the companionship of Sally. The winter days
+followed one another in a happy uniformity of occupations and
+amusements. There were lessons to fill up the morning, and walks to
+occupy the afternoon--and, in the evenings, sometimes reading,
+sometimes singing, sometimes nothing but the lazy luxury of talk. In
+the vast world of London, with its monstrous extremes of wealth and
+poverty, and its all-permeating malady of life at fever-heat, there was
+one supremely innocent and supremely happy creature. Sally had heard of
+Heaven, attainable on the hard condition of first paying the debt of
+death. "I have found a kinder Heaven," she said, one day. "It is here
+in the cottage; and Amelius has shown me the way to it."
+
+Their social isolation was at this time complete: they were two
+friendless people, perfectly insensible to all that was perilous and
+pitiable in their own position. They parted with a kiss at night, and
+they met again with a kiss in the morning--and they were as happily
+free from all mistrust of the future as a pair of birds. No visitors
+came to the house; the few friends and acquaintances of Amelius,
+forgotten by him, forgot him in return. Now and then, Toff's wife came
+to the cottage, and exhibited the "cherubim-baby." Now and then, Toff
+himself (a musician among his other accomplishments) brought his fiddle
+upstairs; and, saying modestly, "A little music helps to pass the
+time," played to the young master and mistress the cheerful tinkling
+tunes of the old vaudevilles of France. They were pleased with these
+small interruptions when they came; and they were not disappointed when
+the days passed, and the baby and the vaudevilles were hushed in
+absence and silence. So the happy winter time went by; and the howling
+winds brought no rheumatism with them, and even the tax-gatherer
+himself, looking in at this earthly paradise, departed without a curse
+when he left his little paper behind him.
+
+Now and then, at long intervals, the outer world intruded itself in the
+form of a letter.
+
+Regina wrote, always with the same placid affection; always entering
+into the same minute narrative of the slow progress of "dear uncle's"
+return to health. He was forbidden to exert himself in any way. His
+nerves were in a state of lamentable irritability. "I dare not even
+mention your name to him, dear Amelius; it seems, I cannot think why,
+to make him--oh, so unreasonably angry. I can only submit, and pray
+that he may soon be himself again." Amelius wrote back, always in the
+same considerate and gentle tone; always laying the blame of his dull
+letters on the studious uniformity of his life. He preserved, with a
+perfectly easy conscience, the most absolute silence on the subject of
+Sally. While he was faithful to Regina, what reason had he to reproach
+himself with the protection that he offered to a poor motherless girl?
+When he was married, he might mention the circumstances under which he
+had met with Sally, and leave the rest to his wife's sympathy.
+
+One morning, the letters with the Paris post-mark were varied by a few
+lines from Rufus.
+
+"Every morning, my bright boy, I get up and say to myself, 'Well! I
+reckon it's about time to take the route for London;' and every
+morning, if you'll believe me, I put it off till next day. Whether it's
+in the good feeding (expensive, I admit; but when your cook helps you
+to digest instead of hindering you, a man of my dyspeptic nation is too
+grateful to complain)--or whether it's in the air, which reminds me, I
+do assure you, of our native atmosphere at Coolspring, Mass., is more
+than I can tell, with a hard steel pen on a leaf of flimsy paper. You
+have heard the saying, 'When a good American dies, he goes to Paris'.
+Maybe, sometimes, he's smart enough to discount his own death, and
+rationally enjoy the future time in the present. This you see is a
+poetic light. But, mercy be praised, the moral of my residence in Paris
+is plain:--If I can't go to Amelius, Amelius must come to me. Note the
+address Grand Hotel; and pack up, like a good boy, on receipt of this.
+Memorandum: The brown Miss is here. I saw her taking the air in a
+carriage, and raised my hat. She looked the other way.
+
+"British--eminently British! But, there, I bear no malice; I am her most
+obedient servant, and yours affectionately, RUFUS.--Postscript: I want
+you to see some of our girls at this hotel. The genuine American
+material, sir, perfected by Worth."
+
+Another morning brought with it a few sad lines from Phoebe. "After
+what had happened, she was quite unable to face her friends; she had no
+heart to seek employment in her own country--her present life was too
+dreary and too hopeless to be endured. A benevolent lady had made her
+an offer to accompany a party of emigrants to New Zealand; and she had
+accepted the proposal. Perhaps, among the new people, she might recover
+her self-respect and her spirits, and live to be a better woman.
+Meanwhile, she bade Mr. Goldenheart farewell; and asked his pardon for
+taking the liberty of wishing him happy with Miss Regina."
+
+Amelius wrote a few kind lines to Phoebe, and a cordial reply to Rufus,
+making the pursuit of his studies his excuse for remaining in London.
+After this, there was no further correspondence. The mornings succeeded
+each other, and the postman brought no more news from the world
+outside.
+
+But the lessons went on; and the teacher and pupil were as
+inconsiderately happy as ever in each other's society. Observing with
+inexhaustible interest the progress of the mental development of Sally,
+Amelius was slow to perceive the physical development which was
+unobtrusively keeping pace with it. He was absolutely ignorant of the
+part which his own influence was taking in the gradual and delicate
+process of change. Ere long, the first forewarnings of the coming
+disturbance in their harmless relations towards each other, began to
+show themselves. Ere long, there were signs of a troubled mind in
+Sally, which were mysteries to Amelius, and subjects of wonderment,
+sometimes even trials of temper, to the girl herself.
+
+One day, she looked in from the door of her room, in her white
+dressing-gown, and asked to be forgiven if she kept the lessons of the
+morning waiting for a little while.
+
+"Come in," said Amelius, "and tell me why."
+
+She hesitated. "You won't think me lazy, if you see me in my
+dressing-gown?"
+
+"Of course not! Your dressing-gown, my dear, is as good as any other
+gown. A young girl like you looks best in white."
+
+She came in with her work-basket, and her indoor dress over her arm.
+
+Amelius laughed. "Why haven't you put it on?" he asked.
+
+She sat down in a corner, and looked at her work-basket, instead of
+looking at Amelius. "It doesn't fit me so well as it did," she
+answered. "I am obliged to alter it."
+
+Amelius looked at her--at the charming youthful figure that had filled
+out, at the softly-rounded outline of the face with no angles and
+hollows in it now. "Is it the dressmaker's fault?" he asked slyly.
+
+Her eyes were still on the basket. "It's my fault," she said. "You
+remember what a poor little skinny creature I was, when you first saw
+me. I--you won't like me the worse for it, will you?--I am getting fat.
+I don't know why. They say happy people get fat. Perhaps that's why.
+I'm never hungry, and never frightened, and never miserable now--" She
+stopped; her dress slipped from her lap to the floor. "Don't look at
+me!" she said--and suddenly put her hands over her face.
+
+Amelius saw the tears finding their way through the pretty plump
+fingers, which he remembered so shapeless and so thin. He crossed the
+room, and touched her gently on the shoulder. "My dear child! have I
+said anything to distress you?"
+
+"Nothing."
+
+"Then why are you crying?"
+
+"I don't know." She hesitated; looked at him; and made a desperate
+effort to tell him what was in her mind. "I'm afraid you'll get tired
+of me. There's nothing about me to make you pity me now. You seem to
+be--not quite the same--no! it isn't that--I don't know what's come to
+me--I'm a greater fool than ever. Give me my lesson, Amelius! please
+give me my lesson!"
+
+Amelius produced the books, in some little surprise at Sally's
+extraordinary anxiety to begin her lessons, while the unaltered dress
+lay neglected on the carpet at her feet. A discreet abstract of the
+history of England, published for the use of young persons, happened to
+be at the top of the books. The system of education under Amelius
+recognized the laws of chance: they began with the history, because it
+turned up first. Sally read aloud; and Sally's master explained obscure
+passages, and corrected occasional errors of pronunciation, as she went
+on. On that particular morning, there was little to explain and nothing
+to correct. "Am I doing it well today?" Sally inquired, on reaching the
+end of her task.
+
+"Very well, indeed."
+
+She shut the book, and looked at her teacher. "I wonder how it is," she
+resumed, "that I get on so much better with my lessons here than I did
+at the Home? And yet it's foolish of me to wonder. I get on better,
+because you are teaching me, of course. But I don't feel satisfied with
+myself. I'm the same helpless creature--I feel your kindness, and can't
+make any return to you--for all my learning. I should like--" She left
+the thought in her unexpressed, and opened her copy-book. "I'll do my
+writing now," she said, in a quiet resigned way. "Perhaps I may improve
+enough, some day, to keep your accounts for you." She chose her pen a
+little absently, and began to write. Amelius looked over her shoulder,
+and laughed; she was writing his name. He pointed to the copper-plate
+copy on the top line, presenting an undeniable moral maxim, in
+characters beyond the reach of criticism:--Change Is A Law Of Nature.
+"There, my dear, you are to copy that till you're tired of it," said
+the easy master; "and then we'll try overleaf, another copy beginning
+with letter D."
+
+Sally laid down her pen. "I don't like 'Change is a law of Nature',"
+she said, knitting her pretty eyebrows into a frown. "I looked at those
+words yesterday, and they made me miserable at night. I was foolish
+enough to think that we should always go on together as we go on now,
+till I saw that copy. I hate the copy! It came to my mind when I was
+awake in the dark, and it seemed to tell me that _we_ were going to
+change some day. That's the worst of learning--one knows too much, and
+then there's an end of one's happiness. Thoughts come to you, when you
+don't want them. I thought of the young lady we saw last week in the
+park."
+
+She spoke gravely and sadly. The bright contentment which had given a
+new charm to her eyes since she had been at the cottage, died out of
+them as Amelius looked at her. What had become of her childish manner
+and her artless smile? He drew his chair nearer to her. "What young
+lady do you mean?" he asked.
+
+Sally shook her head, and traced lines with her pen on the blotting
+paper. "Oh, you can't have forgotten her! A young lady, riding on a
+grand white horse. All the people were admiring her. I wonder you cared
+to look at me, after that beautiful creature had gone by. Ah, she knows
+all sorts of things that I don't--_she_ doesn't sound a note at a time
+on the piano, and as often as not the wrong one; _she_ can say her
+multiplication table, and knows all the cities in the world. I dare say
+she's almost as learned as you are. If you had her living here with
+you, wouldn't you like it better than only having me!" She dropped her
+arms on the table, and laid her head on them wearily. "The dreadful
+streets!" she murmured, in low tones of despair. "Why did I think of
+the dreadful streets, and the night I met with you--after I had seen
+the young lady? Oh, Amelius, are you tired of me? are you ashamed of
+me?" She lifted her head again, before he could answer, and controlled
+herself by a sudden effort of resolution. "I don't know what's the
+matter with me this morning," she said, looking at him with a pleading
+fear in her eyes. "Never mind my nonsense--I'll do the copy!" She
+began to write the unendurable assertion that change is a law of
+Nature, with trembling fingers and fast heaving breath. Amelius took
+the pen gently out of her hand. His voice faltered as he spoke to her.
+
+"We will give up the lessons for today, Sally. You have had a bad
+night's rest, my dear, and you are feeling it--that's all. Do you think
+you are well enough to come out with me, and try if the air will revive
+you a little?"
+
+She rose, and took his hand, and kissed it. "I believe, if I was dying,
+I should get well enough to go out with you! May I ask one little
+favour? Do you mind if we don't go into the park today?"
+
+"What has made you take a dislike to the park, Sally?"
+
+"We might meet the beautiful young lady again," she answered, with her
+head down. "I don't want to do that."
+
+"We will go wherever you like, my child. You shall decide--not I."
+
+She gathered up her dress from the floor, and hurried away to her
+room--without looking back at him as usual when she opened the door.
+
+Left by himself, Amelius sat at the table, mechanically turning over
+the lesson-books. Sally had perplexed and even distressed him. His
+capacity to preserve the harmless relations between them, depended
+mainly on the mute appeal which the girl's ignorant innocence
+unconsciously addressed to him. He felt this vaguely, without
+absolutely realizing it. By some mysterious process of association
+which he was unable to follow, a saying of the wise Elder Brother at
+Tadmor revived in his memory, while he was trying to see his way
+through the difficulties that beset him. "You will meet with many
+temptations, Amelius, when you leave our Community," the old man had
+said at parting; "and most of them will come to you through women. Be
+especially on your guard, my son, if you meet with a woman who makes
+you feel truly sorry for her. She is on the high-road to your passions,
+through the open door of your sympathies--and all the more certainly if
+she is not aware of it herself." Amelius felt the truth expressed in
+those words as he had never felt it yet. There had been signs of a
+changing nature in Sally for some little time past. But they had
+expressed themselves too delicately to attract the attention of a man
+unprepared to be on the watch. Only on that morning, they had been
+marked enough to force themselves on his notice. Only on that morning,
+she had looked at him, and spoken to him, as she had never looked or
+spoken before. He began dimly to see the danger for both of them, to
+which he had shut his eyes thus far. Where was the remedy? what ought
+he to do? Those questions came naturally into his mind--and yet, his
+mind shrank from pursuing them.
+
+He got up impatiently, and busied himself in putting away the
+lesson-books--a small duty hitherto always left to Toff.
+
+It was useless; his mind dwelt persistently on Sally.
+
+While he moved about the room, he still saw the look in her eyes, he
+still heard the tone of her voice, when she spoke of the young lady in
+the park. The words of the good physician whom he had consulted about
+her recurred to his memory now. "The natural growth of her senses has
+been stunted, like the natural growth of her body, by starvation,
+terror, exposure to cold, and other influences inherent in the life
+that she has led." And then the doctor had spoken of nourishing food,
+pure air, and careful treatment--of the life, in short, which she had
+led at the cottage--and had predicted that she would develop into "an
+intelligent and healthy young woman." Again he asked himself, "What
+ought I to do?"
+
+He turned aside to the window, and looked out. An idea occurred to him.
+How would it be, if he summoned courage enough to tell her that he was
+engaged to be married?
+
+No! Setting aside his natural dread of the shock that he might inflict
+on the poor grateful girl who had only known happiness under his care,
+the detestable obstacle of Mr. Farnaby stood immovably in his way.
+Sally would be sure to ask questions about his engagement, and would
+never rest until they were answered. It had been necessarily impossible
+to conceal her mother's name from her. The discovery of her father, if
+she heard of Regina and Regina's uncle, would be simply a question of
+time. What might such a man be not capable of doing, what new act of
+treachery might he not commit, if he found himself claimed by the
+daughter whom he had deserted? Even if the expression of Mrs. Farnaby's
+last wishes had not been sacred to Amelius, this consideration alone
+would have kept him silent, for Sally's sake.
+
+He now doubted for the first time if he had calculated wisely in
+planning to trust Sally's sad story, after his marriage, to the
+sympathies of his wife. The jealousy that she might naturally feel of a
+young girl, who was an object of interest to her husband, did not
+present the worst difficulty to contend with. She believed in her
+uncle's integrity as she believed in her religion. What would she say,
+what would she do, if the innocent witness to Farnaby's infamy was
+presented to her; if Amelius asked the protection for Sally which her
+own father had refused to her in her infancy; and if he said, as he
+must say, "Your uncle is the man"?
+
+And yet, what prospect could he see but the prospect of making the
+disclosure when he looked to his own interests next, and thought of his
+wedding day? Again the sinister figure of Farnaby confronted him. How
+could he receive the wretch whom Regina would innocently welcome to the
+house? There would be no longer a choice left; it would be his duty to
+himself to tell his wife the terrible truth. And what would be the
+result? He recalled the whole course of his courtship, and saw Farnaby
+always on a level with himself in Regina's estimation. In spite of his
+natural cheerfulness, in spite of his inbred courage, his heart failed
+him, when he thought of the time to come.
+
+As he turned away from the window, Sally's door opened: she joined him,
+ready for the walk. Her spirits had rallied, assisted by the cheering
+influence of dressing to go out. Her charming smile brightened her
+face. In sheer desperation, reckless of what he did or said, Amelius
+held out both hands to welcome her. "That's right, Sally!" he cried.
+"Look pleased and pretty, my dear; let's be happy while we can--and let
+the future take care of itself!"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 6
+
+The capricious influences which combine to make us happy are never so
+certain to be absent influences as when we are foolish enough to talk
+about them. Amelius had talked about them. When he and Sally left the
+cottage, the road which led them away from the park was also the road
+which led them past a church. The influences of happiness left them at
+the church door.
+
+Rows of carriages were in waiting; hundreds of idle people were
+assembled about the church steps; the thunderous music of the organ
+rolled out through the open doors--a grand wedding, with choral
+service, was in course of celebration. Sally begged Amelius to take her
+in to see it. They tried the front entrance, and found it impossible to
+get through the crowd. A side entrance, and a fee to a verger,
+succeeded better. They obtained space enough to stand on, with a view
+of the altar.
+
+The bride was a tall buxom girl, splendidly dressed: she performed her
+part in the ceremony with the most unruffled composure. The bridegroom
+exhibited an instructive spectacle of aged Nature, sustained by Art.
+His hair, his complexion, his teeth, his breast, his shoulders, and his
+legs, showed what the wig-maker, the valet, the dentist, the tailor,
+and the hosier can do for a rich old man, who wishes to present a
+juvenile appearance while he is buying a young wife. No less than three
+clergymen were present, conducting the sale. The demeanour of the rich
+congregation was worthy of the glorious bygone days of the Golden Calf.
+So far as could be judged by appearances, one old lady, in a pew close
+to the place at which Amelius and Sally were standing, seemed to be the
+only person present who was not favourably impressed by the ceremony.
+
+"I call it disgraceful," the old lady remarked to a charming young
+person seated next to her.
+
+But the charming young person--being the legitimate product of the
+present time--had no more sympathy with questions of sentiment than a
+Hottentot. "How can you talk so, grandmamma!" she rejoined. "He has
+twenty thousand a year--and that lucky girl will be mistress of the
+most splendid house in London."
+
+"I don't care," the old lady persisted; "it's not the less a disgrace
+to everybody concerned in it. There is many a poor friendless creature,
+driven by hunger to the streets, who has a better claim to our sympathy
+than that shameless girl, selling herself in the house of God! I'll
+wait for you in the carriage--I won't see any more of it."
+
+Sally touched Amelius. "Take me out!" she whispered faintly.
+
+He supposed that the heat in the church had been too much for her. "Are
+you better now?" he asked, when they got into the open air.
+
+She held fast by his arm. "Let's get farther away," she said. "That
+lady is coming after us--I don't want her to see me again. I am one of
+the creatures she talked about. Is the mark of the streets on me, after
+all you have done to rub it out?"
+
+The wild misery in her words presented another development in her
+character which was entirely new to Amelius. "My dear child," he
+remonstrated, "you distress me when you talk in that way. God knows the
+life you are leading now."
+
+But Sally's mind was still full of its own acutely painful sense of
+what the lady had said. "I saw her," she burst out--"I saw her look at
+me while she spoke!"
+
+"And she thought you better worth looking at than the bride--and quite
+right, too!" Amelius rejoined. "Come, come, Sally, be like yourself.
+You don't want to make me unhappy about you, I am sure?"
+
+He had taken the right way with her: she felt that simple appeal, and
+asked his pardon with all the old charm in her manner and her voice.
+For the moment, she was "Simple Sally" again. They walked on in
+silence. When they had lost sight of the church, Amelius felt her hand
+beginning to tremble on his arm. A mingled expression of tenderness and
+anxiety showed itself in her blue eyes as they looked up at him. "I am
+thinking of something else now," she said; "I am thinking of You. May I
+ask you something?"
+
+Amelius smiled. The smile was not reflected as usual in Sally's face.
+"It's nothing particular," she explained in an odd hurried way; "the
+church put it into my head. You--" She hesitated, and tried it under
+another form. "Will you be married yourself, Amelius, one of these
+days?"
+
+He did his best to evade the question. "I am not rich, Sally, like the
+old gentleman we have just seen."
+
+Her eyes turned away from him; she sighed softly to herself. "You will
+be married some day," she said. "Will you do one kind thing more for
+me, Amelius, when I die? You remember my reading in the newspaper of
+the new invention for burning the dead--and my asking you about it. You
+said you thought it was better than burying, and you had a good mind to
+leave directions to be burnt instead of buried, when your time came.
+When _my_ time has come, will you leave other directions about
+yourself, if I ask you?"
+
+"My dear, you are talking in a very strange way! If you will have it
+that I am to be married some day, what has that to do with your death?"
+
+"It doesn't matter, Amelius. When I have nothing left to live for, I
+suppose it's as likely as not I may die. Will you tell them to bury me
+in some quiet place, away from London, where there are very few graves?
+And when you leave your directions, don't say you are to be burnt.
+Say--when you have lived a long, long life, and enjoyed all the
+happiness you have deserved so well--say you are to be buried, and your
+grave is to be near mine. I should like to think of the same trees
+shading us, and the same flowers growing over us. No! don't tell me I'm
+talking strangely again--I can't bear it; I want you to humour me and
+be kind to me about this. Do you mind going home? I'm feeling a little
+tired--and I know I'm poor company for you today."
+
+The talk flagged at dinner-time, though Toff did his best to keep it
+going.
+
+In the evening, the excellent Frenchman made an effort to cheer the two
+dull young people. He came in confidentially with his fiddle, and said
+he had a favour to ask. "I possess some knowledge, sir, of the
+delightful art of dancing. Might I teach young Miss to dance? You see,
+if I may venture to say so, the other lessons--oh, most useful, most
+important, the other lessons! but they are just a little serious.
+Something to relieve her mind, sir--if you will forgive me for
+mentioning it. I plead for innocent gaiety--let us dance!"
+
+He played a few notes on the fiddle, and placed his right foot in
+position, and waited amiably to begin. Sally thanked him, and made the
+excuse that she was tired. She wished Amelius good night, without
+waiting until they were alone together--and, for the first time,
+without giving him the customary kiss.
+
+Toff waited until she had gone, and approached his master on tiptoe,
+with a low bow.
+
+"May I take the liberty of expressing an opinion, sir. A young girl who
+rejects the remedy of the fiddle presents a case of extreme gravity.
+Don't despair, sir! It is my pride and pleasure to be never at a loss,
+where your interests are concerned. This is, I think, a matter for the
+ministrations of a woman. If you have confidence in my wife, I venture
+to suggest a visit from Madame Toff."
+
+He discreetly retired, and left his master to think about it.
+
+The time passed--and Amelius was still thinking, and still as far as
+ever from arriving at a conclusion, when he heard a door opened behind
+him. Sally crossed the room before he could rise from his chair: her
+cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright, her hair fell loose over her
+shoulders--she dropped at his feet, and hid her face on his knees. "I'm
+an ungrateful wretch!" she burst out; "I never kissed you when I said
+good night."
+
+With the best intentions, Amelius took the worst possible way of
+composing her--he treated her trouble lightly. "Perhaps you forgot it?"
+he said.
+
+She lifted her head, and looked at him, with the tears in her eyes.
+"I'm bad enough," she answered; "but not so bad as that. Oh, don't
+laugh! there's nothing to laugh at. Have you done with liking me? Are
+you angry with me for behaving so badly all day, and bidding you good
+night as if you were Toff? You shan't be angry with me!" She jumped up,
+and sat on his knee, and put her arms round his neck. "I haven't been
+to bed," she whispered; "I was too miserable to go to sleep. I don't
+know what's been the matter with me today. I seem to be losing the
+little sense I ever had. Oh, if I could only make you understand how
+fond I am of you! And yet I've had bitter thoughts, as if I was a
+burden to you, and I had done a wrong thing in coming here--and you
+would have told me so, only you pitied the poor wretch who had nowhere
+else to go." She tightened her hold round his neck, and laid her
+burning cheek against his face. "Oh, Amelius, my heart is sore! Kiss
+me, and say, 'Good night, Sally!'"
+
+He was young--he was a man--for a moment he lost his self control; he
+kissed her as he had never kissed her yet.
+
+Then, he remembered; he recovered himself; he put her gently away from
+him, and led her to the door of her room, and closed it on her in
+silence. For a little while, he waited alone. The interval over, he
+rang for Toff.
+
+"Do you think your wife would take Miss Sally as an apprentice?" he
+asked.
+
+Toff looked astonished. "Whatever you wish, sir, my wife will do. Her
+knowledge of the art of dressmaking is--" Words failed him to express
+his wife's immense capacity as a dressmaker. He kissed his hand in mute
+enthusiasm, and blew the kiss in the direction of Madame Toff's
+establishment. "However," he proceeded, "I ought to tell you one thing,
+sir; the business is small, small, very small. But we are all in the
+hands of Providence--the business will improve, one day." He lifted his
+shoulders and lifted his eyebrows, and looked perfectly satisfied with
+his wife's prospects.
+
+"I will go and speak to Madame Toff myself, tomorrow morning," Amelius
+resumed. "It's quite possible that I may be obliged to leave London for
+a little while--and I must provide in some way for Miss Sally. Don't
+say a word about it to her yet, Toff, and don't look miserable. If I go
+away, I shall take you with me. Good night."
+
+Toff, with his handkerchief halfway to his eyes, recovered his native
+cheerfulness. "I am invariably sick at sea, sir," he said; "but, no
+matter, I will attend you to the uttermost ends of the earth."
+
+So honest Amelius planned his way of escape from the critical position
+in which he found himself. He went to his bed, troubled by anxieties
+which kept him waking for many weary hours. Where was he to go to, when
+he left Sally? If he could have known what had happened, on that very
+day, on the other side of the Channel, he might have decided (in spite
+of the obstacle of Mr. Farnaby) on surprising Regina by a visit to
+Paris.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 7
+
+On the morning when Amelius and Sally (in London) entered the church to
+look at the wedding. Rufus (in Paris) went to the Champs Elysees to
+take a walk.
+
+He had advanced half-way up the magnificent avenue, when he saw Regina
+for the second time, taking her daily drive, with an elderly woman in
+attendance on her. Rufus took off his hat again, perfectly impenetrable
+to the cold reception which he had already experienced. Greatly to his
+surprise, Regina not only returned his salute, but stopped the carriage
+and beckoned to him to speak to her. Looking at her more closely, he
+perceived signs of suffering in her face which completely altered her
+expression as he remembered it. Her magnificent eyes were dim and red;
+she had lost her rich colour; her voice trembled as she spoke to him.
+
+"Have you a few minutes to spare?" she asked.
+
+"The whole day, if you like, Miss," Rufus answered.
+
+She turned to the woman who accompanied her. "Wait here for me,
+Elizabeth; I have something to say to this gentleman."
+
+With those words, she got out of the carriage. Rufus offered her his
+arm. She put her hand in it as readily as if they had been old friends.
+"Let us take one of the side paths," she said; "they are almost
+deserted at this time of day. I am afraid I surprise you very much. I
+can only trust to your kindness to forgive me for passing you without
+notice the last time we met. Perhaps it may be some excuse for me that
+I am in great trouble. It is just possible you may be able to relieve
+my mind. I believe you know I am engaged to be married?"
+
+Rufus looked at her with a sudden expression of interest. "Is this
+about Amelius?" he asked.
+
+She answered him almost inaudibly--"Yes."
+
+Rufus still kept his eyes fixed on her. "I don't wish to say anything,
+Miss," he explained; "but, if you have any complaint to make of
+Amelius, I should take it as a favour if you would look me straight in
+the face, and mention it plainly."
+
+In the embarrassment which troubled Regina at that moment, he had
+preferred the two requests of all others with which it was most
+impossible for her to comply. She still looked obstinately on the
+ground; and, instead of speaking of Amelius, she diverged to the
+subject of Mr. Farnaby's illness.
+
+"I am staying in Paris with my uncle," she said. "He has had a long
+illness; but he is strong enough now to speak to me of things that have
+been on his mind for some time past. He has so surprised me; he has
+made me so miserable about Amelius--" She paused, and put her
+handkerchief to her eyes. Rufus said nothing to console her--he waited
+doggedly until she was ready to go on. "You know Amelius well," she
+resumed; "you are fond of him; you believe in him, don't you? Do you
+think he is capable of behaving basely to any person who trusts him? Is
+it likely, is it possible, he could be false and cruel to Me?"
+
+The mere question roused the indignation of Rufus. "Whoever said that
+of him, Miss, told you a lie! I answer for my boy as I answer for
+myself."
+
+She looked at him at last, with a sudden expression of relief. "I said
+so too," she rejoined; "I said some enemy had slandered him. My uncle
+won't tell me who it is. He positively forbids me to write to Amelius;
+he tells me I must never see Amelius again--he is going to write and
+break off the engagement. Oh, it's too cruel! too cruel!"
+
+Thus far they had been walking on slowly. But now Rufus stopped,
+determined to make her speak plainly.
+
+"Take a word of advice from me, Miss," he said. "Never trust anybody by
+halves. There's nothing I'm not ready to do, to set this matter right;
+but I must know what I'm about first. What's said against Amelius? Out
+with it, no matter what 'tis! I'm old enough to be your father; and I
+feel for you accordingly--I do."
+
+The thorough sincerity of tone and manner which accompanied those words
+had its effect. Regina blushed and trembled--but she spoke out.
+
+"My uncle says Amelius has disgraced himself, and insulted me; my uncle
+says there is a person--a girl living with him--" She stopped, with a
+faint cry of alarm. Her hand, still testing on the arm of Rufus, felt
+him start as the allusion to the girl passed her lips. "You have heard
+of it!" she cried. "Oh, God help me, it's true!"
+
+"True?" Rufus repeated, with stern contempt. "What's come to you?
+Haven't I told you already, it's a lie? I'll answer to it, Amelius is
+true to you. Will that do? No? You're an obstinate one, Miss--that you
+are. Well! it's due to the boy that I should set him right with you, if
+words will do it. You know how he's been brought up at Tadmor? Bear
+that in mind--and now you shall have the truth of it, on the word of an
+honest man."
+
+Without further preface, he told her how Amelius had met with Sally,
+insisting strongly on the motives of pure humanity by which his friend
+had been actuated. Regina listened with an obstinate expression of
+distrust which would have discouraged most men. Rufus persisted,
+nevertheless; and, to some extent at least, succeeded in producing the
+right impression. When he reached the close of the narrative--when he
+asserted that he had himself seen Amelius confide the girl unreservedly
+to the care of a lady who was a dear and valued friend of his own; and
+when he declared that there had been no after-meeting between them and
+no written correspondence--then, at last, Regina owned that he had not
+encouraged her to trust in the honour of Amelius, without reason to
+justify him. But, even under these circumstances, there was a residue
+of suspicion still left in her mind. She asked for the name of the lady
+to whose benevolent assistance Amelius had been indebted. Rufus took
+out one of his cards, and wrote Mrs. Payson's name and address on it.
+
+"Your nature, my dear, is not quite so confiding as I could have wished
+to see it," he said, quietly handing her the card. "But we can't change
+our natures--can we? And you're not bound to believe a man like me,
+without witnesses to back him. Write to Mrs. Payson, and make your mind
+easy. And, while we are about it, tell me where I can telegraph to you
+tomorrow--I'm off to London by the night mail."
+
+"Do you mean, you are going to see Amelius?
+
+"That is so. I'm too fond of Amelius to let this trouble rest where
+'tis now. I've been away from him, here in Paris, for some little
+time--and you may tell me (and quite right, too) I can't answer for
+what may have been going on in my absence. No! now we are about it,
+we'll have it out. I mean to see Amelius and see Mrs. Payson, tomorrow
+morning. Just tell your uncle to hold his hand, before he breaks off
+your marriage, and wait for a telegram from me. Well? and this is your
+address, is it? I know the hotel. A nice look-out on the Twillery
+Gardens--but a bad cellar of wine, as I hear. I'm at the Grand Hotel
+myself, if there's anything else that troubles you before evening. Now
+I look at you again, I reckon there's something more to be said, if
+you'll only let it find its way to your tongue. No; it ain't thanks.
+We'll take the gratitude for granted, and get to what's behind it.
+There's your carriage--and the good lady looks tired of waiting. Well,
+now?"
+
+"It's only one thing," Regina acknowledged, with her eyes on the ground
+again. "Perhaps, when you go to London, you may see the--"
+
+"The girl?"
+
+"Yes."
+
+"It's not likely. Say I do see her--what then?"
+
+Regina's colour began to show itself again. "If you do see her," she
+said, "I beg and entreat you won't speak of _me_ in her hearing. I
+should die of the shame of it, if she thought herself asked to give him
+up out of pity for me. Promise I am not to be brought forward; promise
+you won't even mention my having spoken to you about it. On your word
+of honour!"
+
+Rufus gave her his promise, without showing any hesitation, or making
+any remark. But when she shook hands with him, on returning to the
+carriage, he held her hand for a moment. "Please to excuse me, Miss, if
+I ask one question," he said, in tones too low to be heard by any other
+person. "Are you really fond of Amelius?"
+
+"I am surprised you should doubt it," she answered; "I am more--much
+more than fond of him!"
+
+Rufus handed her silently into the carriage, "Fond of him, are you?" he
+thought, as he walked away by himself. "I reckon it's a sort of
+fondness that don't wear well, and won't stand washing."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 8
+
+Early the next morning, Rufus rang at the cottage gate.
+
+"Well, Mr. Frenchman, and how do _you_ git along? And how's Amelius?"
+
+Toff, standing before the gate, answered with the utmost respect, but
+showed no inclination to let the visitor in.
+
+"Amelius has his intervals of laziness," Rufus proceeded; "I bet he's
+in bed!"
+
+"My young master was up and dressed an hour ago, sir--he has just gone
+out."
+
+"That is so, is it? Well, I'll wait till he comes back." He pushed by
+Toff, and walked into the cottage. "Your foreign ceremonies are clean
+thrown away on me," he said, as Toff tried to stop him in the hall.
+"I'm the American savage; and I'm used up with travelling all night.
+Here's a little order for you: whisky, bitters, lemon, and ice--I'll
+take a cocktail in the library."
+
+Toff made a last desperate effort to get between the visitor and the
+door. "I beg your pardon, sir, a thousand times; I must most
+respectfully entreat you to wait--"
+
+Before he could explain himself, Rufus, with the most perfect good
+humour, pulled the old man out of his way. "What's troubling this
+venerable creature's mind--" he inquired of himself, "does he think I
+don't know my way in?"
+
+He opened the library door--and found himself face to face with Sally.
+She had risen from her chair, hearing voices outside, and hesitating
+whether to leave the room or not. They confronted each other, on either
+side of the table, in silent dismay. For once Rufus was so completely
+bewildered, that he took refuge in his customary form of greeting
+before he was aware of it himself.
+
+"How do you find yourself, Miss? I take pleasure in renewing our
+acquaintance,--Thunder! that's not it; I reckon I'm off my head. Do me
+the favour, young woman, to forget every word I've said to you. If any
+mortal creature had told me I should find you here, I should have said
+'twas a lie--and I should have been the liar. That makes a man feel
+bad, I can tell you. No! don't slide off, if you please, into the next
+room--_that_ won't set things right, nohow. Sit you down again. Now I'm
+here, I have something to say. I'll speak first to Mr. Frenchman.
+Listen to this, old sir. If I happen to want a witness standing in the
+doorway, I'll ring the bell; for the present I can do without you. Bong
+Shewer, as we say in your country." He proceeded to shut the door on
+Toff and his remonstrances.
+
+"I protest, sir, against acts of violence, unworthy of a gentleman!"
+cried Toff, struggling to get back again.
+
+"Be as angry as you please in the kitchen," Rufus answered, persisting
+in closing the door; "I won't have a noise up here. If you know where
+your master is, go and fetch him--and the sooner the better." He turned
+back to Sally, and surveyed her for a while in terrible silence. She
+was afraid to look at him; her eyes were on the book which she had been
+reading when he came in. "You look to me," Rufus remarked, "as if you
+had been settled here for a time. Never mind your book now; you can go
+back to your reading after we've had a word or two together first." He
+reached out his long arm, and pulled the book to his own side of the
+table. Sally innocently silenced him for the second time. He opened the
+book, and discovered--the New Testament.
+
+"It's my lesson, if you please, sir. I'm to learn it where the pencil
+mark is, before Amelius comes back." She offered her poor little
+explanation, trembling with terror. In spite of himself, Rufus began to
+look at her less sternly.
+
+"So you call him 'Amelius', do you?" he said. "I note that, Miss, as an
+unfavourable sign to begin with. How long, if you please, has Amelius
+turned schoolmarm, for your young ladyship's benefit? Don't you
+understand? Well, you're not the only inhabitant of Great Britain who
+don't understand the English language. I'll put it plainer. When I last
+saw Amelius, you were learning your lessons at the Home. What ill wind,
+Miss, blew you in here? Did Amelius fetch you, or did you come of your
+own accord, without waiting to be whistled for?" He spoke coarsely but
+not ill-humouredly. Sally's pretty downcast face was pleading with him
+for mercy, and (as he felt, with supreme contempt for himself) was not
+altogether pleading in vain. "If I guessed that you ran away from the
+home," he resumed, "should I guess right?"
+
+She answered with a sudden accession of confidence. "Don't blame
+Amelius," she said; "I did run away. I couldn't live without him."
+
+"You don't know how you can live, young one, till you've tried the
+experiment. Well, and what did they do at the Home? Did they send after
+you, to fetch you back?"
+
+"They wouldn't take me back--they sent my clothes here after me."
+
+"Ah, those were the rules, I reckon. I begin to see my way to the end
+of it now. Amelius gave you house-room?"
+
+She looked at him proudly. "He gave me a room of my own," she said.
+
+His next question was the exact repetition of the question which he had
+put to Regina in Paris. The only variety was in the answer that he
+received.
+
+"Are you fond of Amelius?"
+
+"I would die for him!"
+
+Rufus had hitherto spoken, standing. He now took a chair.
+
+"If Amelius had not been brought up at Tadmor," he said, "I should take
+my hat, and wish you good morning. As things are, a word more may be a
+word in season. Your lessons here seem to have agreed with you, Miss.
+You're a different sort of girl to what you were when I last saw you."
+
+She surprised him by receiving that remark in silence. The colour left
+her face. She sighed bitterly. The sigh puzzled Rufus: he held his
+opinion of her in suspense, until he had heard more.
+
+"You said just now you would die for Amelius," he went on, eyeing her
+attentively. "I take that to be a woman's hysterical way of mentioning
+that she feels interest in Amelius. Are you fond enough of him to leave
+him, if you could only be persuaded that leaving him was for his good?"
+
+She abruptly left the table, and went to the window. When her back was
+turned to Rufus, she spoke. "Am I a disgrace to him?" she asked, in
+tones so faint that he could barely hear them. "I have had my fears of
+it, before now."
+
+If he had been less fond of Amelius, his natural kindness of heart
+might have kept him silent. Even as it was, he made no direct reply.
+"You remember how you were living when Amelius first met with you?" was
+all he said.
+
+The sad blue eyes looked at him in patient sorrow; the low sweet voice
+answered--"Yes." Only a look and a word--only the influence of an
+instant--and, in that instant, Rufus's last doubts of her vanished!
+
+"Don't think I say it reproachfully, my child! I know it was not your
+fault; I know you are to be pitied, and not blamed."
+
+She turned her face towards him--pale, quiet, and resigned. "Pitied,
+and not blamed," she repeated. "Am I to be forgiven?"
+
+He shrank from answering her. There was silence.
+
+"You said just now," she went on, "that I looked like a different girl,
+since you last saw me. I _am_ a different girl. I think of things that
+I never thought of before--some change, I don't know what, has come
+over me. Oh, my heart does hunger so to be good! I do so long to
+deserve what Amelius has done for me! You have got my book
+there--Amelius gave it to me; we read in it every day. If Christ had
+been on earth now, is it wrong to think that Christ would have forgiven
+me?"
+
+"No, my dear; it's right to think so."
+
+"And, while I live, if I do my best to lead a good life, and if my last
+prayer to God is to take me to heaven, shall I be heard?"
+
+"You will be heard, my child, I don't doubt it. But, you see, you have
+got the world about you to reckon with--and the world has invented a
+religion of its own. There's no use looking for it in this book of
+yours. It's a religion with the pride of property at the bottom of it,
+and a veneer of benevolent sentiment at the top. It will be very sorry
+for you, and very charitable towards you: in short, it will do
+everything for you except taking you back again."
+
+She had her answer to that. "Amelius has taken me back again," she
+said.
+
+"Amelius has taken you back again," Rufus agreed. "But there's one
+thing he's forgotten to do; he has forgotten to count the cost. It
+seems to be left to me to do that. Look here, my girl! I own I doubted
+you when I first came into this room; and I'm sorry for it, and I beg
+your pardon. I do believe you're a good girl--I couldn't say why if I
+was asked, but I do believe it for all that. I wish there was no more
+to be said--but there is more; and neither you nor I must shirk it.
+Public opinion won't deal as tenderly with you as I do; public opinion
+will make the worst of you, and the worst of Amelius. While you're
+living here with him--there's no disguising it--you're innocently in
+the way of the boy's prospects in life. I don't know whether you
+understand me?"
+
+She had turned away from him; she was looking out of the window once
+more.
+
+"I understand you," she answered. "On the night when Amelius met with
+me, he did wrong to take me away with him. He ought to have left me
+where I was."
+
+"Wait a bit! that's as far from my meaning as far can be. There's a
+look-out for everybody; and, if you'll trust me, I'll find a look-out
+for _you."_
+
+She paid no heed to what he said: her next words showed that she was
+pursuing her own train of thought.
+
+"I am in the way of his prospects in life," she resumed. "You mean that
+he might be married some day, but for me?"
+
+Rufus admitted it cautiously. "The thing might happen," was all he
+said.
+
+"And his friends might come and see him," she went on; her face still
+turned away, and her voice sinking into dull subdued tones. "Nobody
+comes here now. You see I understand you. When shall I go away? I had
+better not say good-bye, I suppose?--it would only distress him. I
+could slip out of the house, couldn't I?"
+
+Rufus began to feel uneasy. He was prepared for tears--but not for such
+resignation as this. After a little hesitation, he joined her at the
+window. She never turned towards him; she still looked out straight
+before her; her bright young face had turned pitiably rigid and pale.
+He spoke to her very gently; advising her to think of what he had said,
+and to do nothing in a hurry. She knew the hotel at which he stayed
+when he was in London; and she could write to him there. If she decided
+to begin a new life in another country, he was wholly and truly at her
+service. He would provide a passage for her in the same ship that took
+him back to America. At his age, and known as he was in his own
+neighbourhood, there would be no scandal to fear. He could get her
+reputably and profitably employed, in work which a young girl might
+undertake. "I'll be as good as a father to you, my poor child," he
+said, "don't think you're going to be friendless, if you leave Amelius.
+I'll see to that! You shall have honest people about you--and innocent
+pleasure in your new life."
+
+She thanked him, still with the same dull tearless resignation. "What
+will the honest people say," she asked, "when they know who I am?"
+
+"They have no business to know who you are--and they shan't know it."
+
+"Ah! it comes back to the same thing," she said. "You must deceive the
+honest people, or you can do nothing for me. Amelius had better have
+left me where I was! I disgraced nobody, I was a burden to nobody,
+_there._ Cold and hunger and ill-treatment can sometimes be merciful
+friends, in their way. If I had been left to them, they would have laid
+me at rest by this time." She turned to Rufus, before he could speak to
+her. "I'm not ungrateful, sir; I'll think of it, as you say; and I'll
+do all that a poor foolish creature can do, to be worthy of the
+interest you take in me." She lifted her hand to her head, with a
+momentary expression of pain. "I've got a dull kind of aching here,"
+she said; "it reminds me of my old life, when I was sometimes beaten on
+the head. May I go and lie down a little, by myself?"
+
+Rufus took her hand, and pressed it in silence. She looked back at him
+as she opened the door of her room. "Don't distress Amelius," she said;
+"I can bear anything but that."
+
+Left alone in the library, Rufus walked restlessly to and fro, driven
+by a troubled mind. "I was bound to do it," he thought; "and I ought to
+be satisfied with myself. I'm not satisfied. The world is hard on
+women--and the rights of property is a darned bad reason for it!"
+
+The door from the hall was suddenly thrown open. Amelius entered the
+room. He looked flushed and angry--he refused to take the hand that
+Rufus offered to him.
+
+"What's this I hear from Toff? It seems that you forced your way in
+when Sally was here. There are limits to the liberties that a man may
+take in his friend's house."
+
+"That's true," said Rufus quietly. "But when a man hasn't taken
+liberties, there don't seem much to be said. Sally was at the Home,
+when I last saw you--and nobody told me I should find her in this
+room."
+
+"You might have left the room, when you found her here. You have been
+talking to her. If you have said anything about Regina--"
+
+"I have said nothing about Miss Regina. You have a hot temper of your
+own, Amelius. Wait a bit, and let it cool."
+
+"Never mind my temper. I want to know what you have been saying to
+Sally. Stop! I'll ask Sally herself." He crossed the room to the inner
+door, and knocked. "Come in here, my dear; I want to speak to you."
+
+The answer reached him faintly through the door. "I have got a bad
+headache, Amelius. Please let me rest a little." He turned back to
+Rufus, and lowered his voice. But his eyes flashed; he was more angry
+than ever.
+
+"You had better go," he said. "I can guess how you have been talking to
+her--I know what her headache means. Any man who distresses that dear
+little affectionate creature is a man whom I hold as my enemy. I spit
+upon all the worldly considerations which pass muster with people like
+you! No sweeter girl than poor Sally ever breathed the breath of life.
+Her happiness is more precious to me than words can say. She is sacred
+to me! And I have just proved it--I have just come from a good woman,
+who will teach her an honest way of earning her bread. Not a breath of
+scandal shall blow on her. If you, or any people like you, think I will
+consent to cast her adrift on the world, or consign her to a prison
+under the name of a Home, you little know my nature and my principles.
+Here"--he snatched up the New Testament from the table, and shook it at
+Rufus--"here are my principles, and I'm not ashamed of them!"
+
+Rufus took up his hat.
+
+"There's one thing you'll be ashamed of, my son, when you're cool
+enough to think about it," he said; "you'll be ashamed of the words you
+have spoken to a friend who loves you. I'm not a bit angry myself. You
+remind me of that time on board the steamer, when the quarter-master
+was going to shoot the bird. You made it up with him--and you'll come
+to my hotel and make it up with me. And then we'll shake hands, and
+talk about Sally. If it's not taking another liberty, I'll trouble you
+for a light." He helped himself to a match from the box on the
+chimney-piece, lit his cigar, and left the room.
+
+He had not been gone half an hour, before the better nature of Amelius
+urged him to follow Rufus and make his apologies. But he was too
+anxious about Sally to leave the cottage, until he had seen her first.
+The tone in which she had answered him, when he knocked at her door,
+suggested, to his sensitive apprehension, that there was something more
+serious the matter with her than a mere headache. For another hour, he
+waited patiently, on the chance that he might hear her moving in her
+room. Nothing happened. No sound reached his ears, except the
+occasional rolling of carriage-wheels on the road outside.
+
+His patience began to fail him, as the second hour moved on. He went to
+the door, and listened, and still heard nothing. A sudden dread struck
+him that she might have fainted. He opened the door a few inches, and
+spoke to her. There was no answer. He looked in. The room was empty.
+
+He ran into the hall, and called to Toff. Was she, by any chance,
+downstairs? No. Or out in the garden? No. Master and man looked at each
+other in silence. Sally was gone.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 9
+
+Toff was the first who recovered himself.
+
+"Courage, sir!" he said. "With a little thinking, we shall see the way
+to find her. That rude American man, who talked with her this morning,
+may be the person who has brought this misfortune on us."
+
+Amelius waited to hear no more. There was the chance, at least, that
+something might have been said which had induced her to take refuge
+with Rufus. He ran back to the library to get his hat.
+
+Toff followed his master, with another suggestion. "One word more, sir,
+before you go. If the American man cannot help us, we must be ready to
+try another way. Permit me to accompany you as far as my wife's shop. I
+propose that she shall come back here with me, and examine poor little
+Miss's bedroom. We will wait, of course, for your return, before
+anything is done. In the mean time, I entreat you not to despair. It is
+at least possible that the means of discovery may be found in the
+bedroom."
+
+They went out together, taking the first cab that passed them. Amelius
+proceeded alone to the hotel.
+
+Rufus was in his room. "What's gone wrong?" he asked, the moment
+Amelius opened the door. "Shake hands, my son, and smother up that
+little trouble between us in silence. Your face alarms me--it does!
+What of Sally?"
+
+Amelius started at the question. "Isn't she here?" he asked.
+
+Rufus drew back. The mere action said, No, before he answered in words.
+
+"Have you seen nothing of her? heard nothing of her?"
+
+"Nothing. Steady, now! Meet it like a man; and tell me what has
+happened."
+
+Amelius told him in two words. "Don't suppose I'm going to break out
+again as I did this morning," he went on; "I'm too wretched and too
+anxious to be angry. Only tell me, Rufus, have you said anything to
+her--?"
+
+Rufus held up his hand. "I see what you're driving at. It will be more
+to the purpose to tell you what she said to me. From first to last,
+Amelius, I spoke kindly to her, and I did her justice. Give me a minute
+to rummage my memory." After brief consideration, he carefully repeated
+the substance of what had passed between Sally and himself, during the
+latter part of the interview between them. "Have you looked about in
+her room?" he inquired, when he had done. "There might be a trifling
+something to help you, left behind her there."
+
+Amelius told him of Toff's suggestion. They returned together at once
+to the cottage. Madame Toff was waiting to begin the search.
+
+The first discovery was easily made. Sally had taken off one or two
+little trinkets--presents from Amelius, which she was in the habit of
+wearing--and had left them, wrapped up in paper, on the dressing-table.
+No such thing as a farewell letter was found near them. The examination
+of the wardrobe came next--and here a startling circumstance revealed
+itself. Every one of the dresses which Amelius had presented to her was
+hanging in its place. They were not many; and they had all, on previous
+occasions, been passed in review by Toff's wife. She was absolutely
+certain that the complete number of the dresses was there in the
+bedroom. Sally must have worn something, in place of her new clothes.
+What had she put on?
+
+Looking round the room, Amelius noticed in a corner the box in which he
+had placed the first new dress that he had purchased for Sally, on the
+morning after they had met. He tried to open the box: it was
+locked--and the key was not to be found. The ever-ready Toff fetched a
+skewer from the kitchen, and picked the lock in two minutes. On lifting
+the cover, the box proved to be empty.
+
+The one person present who understood what this meant was Amelius.
+
+He remembered that Sally had taken her old threadbare clothes away with
+her in the box, when the angry landlady had insisted on his leaving the
+house. "I want to look at them sometimes," the poor girl had said, "and
+think how much better off I am now." In those miserable rags she had
+fled from the cottage, after hearing the cruel truth. "He had better
+have left me where I was," she had said. "Cold and hunger and
+ill-treatment would have laid me at rest by this time." Amelius fell on
+his knees before the empty box, in helpless despair. The conclusion
+that now forced itself on his mind completely unmanned him. She had
+gone back, in the old dress, to die under the cold, the hunger, and the
+horror of the old life.
+
+Rufus took his hand, and spoke to him kindly. He rallied, and dashed
+the tears from his eyes, and rose to his feet. "I know where to look
+for her," was all he said; "and I must do it alone." He refused to
+enter into any explanation, or to be assisted by any companion. "This
+is my secret and hers," he answered, "Go back to your hotel, Rufus--and
+pray that I may not bring news which will make a wretched man of you
+for the rest of your life." With that he left them.
+
+In another hour he stood once more on the spot at which he and Sally
+had met.
+
+The wild bustle and uproar of the costermongers' night market no longer
+rioted round him: the street by daylight was in a state of dreary
+repose. Slowly pacing up and down, from one end to another, he waited
+with but one hope to sustain him--the hope that she might have taken
+refuge with the two women who had been her only friends in the dark
+days of her life. Ignorant of the place in which they lived, he had no
+choice but to wait for the appearance of one or other of them in the
+street. He was quiet and resolved. For the rest of the day, and for the
+whole of the night if need be, his mind was made up to keep steadfastly
+on the watch.
+
+When he could walk no longer, he obtained rest and refreshment in the
+cookshop which he remembered so well; sitting on a stool near the
+window, from which he could still command a view of the street. The
+gas-lamps were alight, and the long winter's night was beginning to set
+in, when he resumed his weary march from end to end of the pavement. As
+the darkness became complete, his patience was rewarded at last.
+Passing the door of a pawnbroker's shop, he met one of the women face
+to face, walking rapidly, with a little parcel under her arm.
+
+She recognized him with a cry of joyful surprise.
+
+"Oh, sir, how glad I am to see you, to be sure! You've come to look
+after Sally, haven't you? Yes, yes; she's safe in our poor place--but
+in such a dreadful state. Off her head! clean off her head! Talks of
+nothing but you. 'I'm in the way of his prospects in life.' Over and
+over and over again, she keeps on saying that. Don't be afraid; Jenny's
+at home, taking care of her. She wants to go out. Hot and wild, with a
+kind of fever on her, she wants to go out. She asked if it rained. 'The
+rain may kill me in these ragged clothes,' she says; 'and then I shan't
+be in the way of his prospects in life.' We tried to quiet her by
+telling her it didn't rain--but it was no use; she was as eager as ever
+to go out. 'I may get another blow on the bosom,' she says; 'and,
+maybe, it will fall on the right place this time.' No! there's no fear
+of the brute who used to beat her--he's in prison. Don't ask to see her
+just yet, sir; please don't! I'm afraid you would only make her worse,
+if I took you to her now; I wouldn't dare to risk it. You see, we can't
+get her to sleep; and we thought of buying something to quiet her at
+the chemist's. Yes, sir, it would be better to get a doctor to her. But
+I wasn't going to the doctor. If I must tell you, I was obliged to take
+the sheets off the bed, to raise a little money--I was going to the
+pawnbroker's." She looked at the parcel under her arm, and smiled. "I
+may take the sheets back again, now I've met with you; and there's a
+good doctor lives close by--I can show you the way to him. Oh how pale
+you do look! Are you very much tired? It's only a little way to the
+doctor. I've got an arm at your service--but you mightn't like to be
+seen waiting with such a person as me."
+
+Mentally and physically, Amelius was completely prostrated. The woman's
+melancholy narrative had overwhelmed him: he could neither speak nor
+act. He mechanically put his purse in her hand, and went with her to
+the house of the nearest medical man.
+
+The doctor was at home, mixing drugs in his little surgery. After one
+sharp look at Amelius, he ran into a back parlour, and returned with a
+glass of spirits. "Drink this, sir," he said--"unless you want to find
+yourself on the floor in a fainting fit. And don't presume again on
+your youth and strength to treat your heart as if it was made of
+cast-iron." He signed to Amelius to sit down and rest himself, and
+turned to the woman to hear what was wanted of him. After a few
+questions, he said she might go; promising to follow her in a few
+minutes, when the gentleman would be sufficiently recovered to
+accompany him.
+
+"Well, sir, are you beginning to feel like yourself again?" He was
+mixing a composing draught, while he addressed Amelius in those terms.
+"You may trust that poor wretch, who has just left us, to take care of
+the sick girl," he went on, in the quaintly familiar manner which
+seemed to be habitual with him. "I don't ask how you got into her
+company--it's no business of mine. But I am pretty well acquainted with
+the people in my neighbourhood; and I can tell you one thing, in case
+you're anxious. The woman who brought you here, barring the one
+misfortune of her life, is as good a creature as ever breathed; and the
+other one who lives with her is the same. When I think of what they're
+exposed to--well! I take to my pipe, and compose my mind in that way.
+My early days were all passed as a ship's surgeon. I could get them
+both respectable employment in Australia, if I only had the money to
+fit them out. They'll die in the hospital, like the rest, if something
+isn't done for them. In my hopeful moments, I sometimes think of a
+subscription. What do you say? Will you put down a few shillings to set
+the example?"
+
+"I will do more than that," Amelius answered. "I have reasons for
+wishing to befriend both those two poor women; and I will gladly engage
+to find the outfit."
+
+The familiar old doctor held out his hand over the counter. "You're a
+good fellow, if ever there was one yet!" he burst out. "I can show
+references which will satisfy you that I am not a rogue. In the mean
+time, let's see what is the matter with this little girl; you can tell
+me about her as we go along." He put his bottle of medicine in his
+pocket, and his arm in the arm of Amelius--and so led the way out.
+
+When they reached the wretched lodging-house in which the women lived,
+he suggested that his companion would do well to wait at the door. "I'm
+used to sad sights: it would only distress you to see the place. I
+won't keep you long waiting."
+
+He was as good as his word. In little more than ten minutes, he joined
+Amelius again in the street.
+
+"Don't alarm yourself," he said. "The case is not so serious as it
+looks. The poor child is suffering under a severe shock to the brain
+and nervous system, caused by that sudden and violent distress you
+hinted at. My medicine will give her the one thing she wants to begin
+with--a good night's sleep."
+
+Amelius asked when she would be well enough to see him.
+
+"Ah, my young friend, it's not so easy to say, just yet! I could answer
+you to better purpose tomorrow. Won't that do? Must I venture on a rash
+opinion? She ought to be composed enough to see you in three or four
+days. And, when that time comes, it's my belief you will do more than I
+can do to set her right again."
+
+Amelius was relieved, but not quite satisfied yet. He inquired if it
+was not possible to remove her from that miserable place.
+
+"Quite impossible--without doing her serious injury. They have got
+money to go on with; and I have told you already, she will be well
+taken care of. I will look after her myself tomorrow morning. Go home,
+and get to bed, and eat a bit of supper first, and make your mind easy.
+Come to my house at twelve o'clock, noon, and you will find me ready
+with my references, and my report of the patient. Surgeon Pinfold,
+Blackacre Buildings; there's the address. Good night."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 10
+
+After Amelius had left him, Rufus remembered his promise to communicate
+with Regina by telegraph.
+
+With his strict regard for truth, it was no easy matter to decide on
+what message he should send. To inspire Regina, if possible, with his
+own unshaken belief in the good faith of Amelius, appeared, on
+reflection, to be all that he could honestly do, under present
+circumstances. With an anxious and foreboding mind, he despatched his
+telegram to Paris in these terms:--"Be patient for a while, and do
+justice to A. He deserves it."
+
+Having completed his business at the telegraph-office, Rufus went next
+to pay his visit to Mrs. Payson.
+
+The good lady received him with a grave face and a distant manner, in
+startling contrast to the customary warmth of her welcome. "I used to
+think you were a man in a thousand," she began abruptly; "and I find
+you are no better than the rest of them. If you have come to speak to
+me about that blackguard young Socialist, understand, if you please,
+that I am not so easily imposed upon as Miss Regina. I have done my
+duty; I have opened her eyes to the truth, poor thing. Ah, you ought to
+be ashamed of yourself."
+
+Rufus kept his temper, with his habitual self-command. "It's possible
+you may be right," he said quietly; "but the biggest rascal living has
+a claim to an explanation, when a lady puzzles him. Have you any
+particular objection, old friend, to tell me what you mean?"
+
+The explanation was not of a nature to set his mind at ease.
+
+Regina had written, by the mail which took Rufus to England, repeating
+to Mrs. Payson what had passed at the interview in the Champs Elysees,
+and appealing to her sympathy for information and advice. Receiving the
+letter that morning, Mrs. Payson, acting on her own generous and
+compassionate impulses, had already answered it, and sent it to the
+post. Her experience of the unfortunate persons received at the Home
+was far from inclining her to believe in the innocence of a runaway
+girl, placed under circumstances of temptation. As an act of justice
+towards Regina, she enclosed to her the letter in which Amelius had
+acknowledged that Sally had passed the night under his roof.
+
+"I believe I am only telling you the shameful truth," Mrs. Payson had
+written, "when I add that the girl has been an inmate of Mr.
+Goldenheart's cottage ever since. If you can reconcile this disgraceful
+state of things, with Mr. Rufus Dingwell's assertion of his friend's
+fidelity to his marriage-engagement, I have no right, and no wish, to
+make any attempt to alter your opinion. But you have asked for my
+advice, and I must not shrink from giving it. I am bound as an honest
+woman, to tell you that your uncle's resolution to break off the
+engagement represents the course that I should have taken myself, if a
+daughter of my own had been placed in your painful and humiliating
+position."
+
+There was still ample time to modify this strong expression of opinion
+by the day's post. Rufus appealed vainly to Mrs. Payson to reconsider
+the conclusion at which she had arrived. A more charitable and
+considerate woman, within the limits of her own daily routine, it would
+not be possible to find. But the largeness of mind which, having long
+and trustworthy experience of a rule, can nevertheless understand that
+other minds may have equal experience of the exception to the rule, was
+one of the qualities which had not been included in the moral
+composition of Mrs. Payson. She held firmly to her own narrowly
+conscientious sense of her duty; stimulated by a natural indignation
+against Amelius, who had bitterly disappointed her--against Rufus, who
+had not scrupled to take up his defence. The two old friends parted in
+coldness, for the first time in their lives.
+
+Rufus returned to his hotel, to wait there for news from Amelius.
+
+The day passed--and the one visitor who enlivened his solitude was an
+American friend and correspondent, connected with the agency which
+managed his affairs in England. The errand of this gentleman was to
+give his client the soundest and speediest advice, relating to the
+investment of money. Having indicated the safe and solid speculation,
+the visitor added a warning word, relating to the plausible and
+dangerous investments of the day. "For instance," he said, "there's
+that bank started by Farnaby--"
+
+"No need to warn me against Farnaby," Rufus interposed; "I wouldn't
+take shares in his bank if he made me a present of them."
+
+The American friend looked surprised. "Surely," he exclaimed, "you
+can't have heard the news already! They don't even know it yet on the
+Stock Exchange."
+
+Rufus explained that he had only spoken under the influence of personal
+prejudice against Mr. Farnaby.
+
+"What's in the wind now?" he asked.
+
+He was confidentially informed that a coming storm was in the wind: in
+other words, that a serious discovery had been made at the bank. Some
+time since, the directors had advanced a large sum of money to a man in
+trade, under Mr. Farnaby's own guarantee. The man had just died; and
+examination of his affairs showed that he had only received a few
+hundred pounds, on condition of holding his tongue. The bulk of the
+money had been traced to Mr. Farnaby himself, and had all been
+swallowed up by his newspaper, his patent medicine, and his other
+rotten speculations, apart from his own proper business. "You may not
+know it," the American friend concluded, "but the fact is, Farnaby rose
+from the dregs. His bankruptcy is only a question of time--he will drop
+back to the dregs; and, quite possibly, make his appearance to answer a
+criminal charge in a court of law. I hear that Melton, whose credit has
+held up the bank lately, is off to see his friend in Paris. They say
+Farnaby's niece is a handsome girl, and Melton is sweet on her. Awkward
+for Melton."
+
+Rufus listened attentively. In signing the order for his investments,
+he privately decided to stir no further, for the present, in the matter
+of his young friend's marriage-engagement.
+
+For the rest of the day and evening, he still waited for Amelius, and
+waited in vain. It was drawing near to midnight, when Toff made his
+appearance with a message from his master. Amelius had discovered
+Sally, and had returned in such a state of fatigue that he was only fit
+to take some refreshment, and to go to his bed. He would be away from
+home again, on the next morning; but he hoped to call at the hotel in
+the course of the day. Observing Toff's face with grave and steady
+scrutiny, Rufus tried to extract some further information from him. But
+the old Frenchman stood on his dignity, in a state of immovable
+reserve.
+
+"You took me by the shoulder this morning, sir, and spun me round," he
+said; "I do not desire to be treated a second time like a teetotum. For
+the rest, it is not my habit to intrude myself into my master's
+secrets."
+
+"It's not _my_ habit," Rufus coolly rejoined, "to bear malice. I beg to
+apologise sincerely, sir, for treating you like a teetotum; and I offer
+you my hand."
+
+Toff had got as far as the door. He instantly returned, with the
+dignity which a Frenchman can always command in the serious emergencies
+of his life. "You appeal to my heart and my honour, sir," he said. "I
+bury the events of the morning in oblivion; and I do myself the honour
+of taking your hand."
+
+As the door closed on him, Rufus smiled grimly. "You're not in the
+habit of intruding yourself into your master's secrets," he repeated.
+"If Amelius reads your face as I read it, he'll look over his shoulder
+when he goes out tomorrow--and, ten to one, he'll see you behind him in
+the distance!"
+
+Late on the next day, Amelius presented himself at the hotel. In
+speaking of Sally, he was unusually reserved, merely saying that she
+was ill, and under medical care, and then changing the subject. Struck
+by the depressed and anxious expression of his face, Rufus asked if he
+had heard from Regina. No: a longer time than usual had passed since
+Regina had written to him. "I don't understand it," he said sadly. "I
+suppose you didn't see anything of her in Paris?"
+
+Rufus had kept his promise not to mention Regina's name in Sally's
+presence. But it was impossible for him to look at Amelius, without
+plainly answering the question put to him, for the sake of the friend
+whom he loved. "I'm afraid there's trouble coming to you, my son, from
+that quarter." With those warning words, he described all that had
+passed between Regina and himself. "Some unknown enemy of yours has
+spoken against you to her uncle," he concluded. "I suppose you have
+made enemies, my poor old boy, since you have been in London?"
+
+"I know the man," Amelius answered. "He wanted to marry Regina before I
+met with her. His name is Melton."
+
+Rufus started. "I heard only yesterday, he was in Paris with Farnaby.
+And that's not the worst of it, Amelius. There's another of them making
+mischief--a good friend of mine who has shown a twist in her temper,
+that has taken me by surprise after twenty years' experience of her. I
+reckon there's a drop of malice in the composition of the best woman
+that ever lived--and the men only discover it when another woman steps
+in, and stirs it up. Wait a bit!" he went on, when he had related the
+result of his visit to Mrs. Payson. "I have telegraphed to Miss Regina
+to be patient, and to trust you. Don't you write to defend yourself,
+till you hear how you stand in her estimation, after my message.
+Tomorrow's post may tell."
+
+Tomorrow's post did tell.
+
+Two letters reached Amelius from Paris. One from Mr. Farnaby, curt and
+insolent, breaking off the marriage-engagement. The other, from Regina,
+expressed with great severity of language. Her weak nature, like all
+weak natures, ran easily into extremes, and, once roused into asserting
+itself, took refuge in violence as a shy person takes refuge in
+audacity. Only a woman of larger and firmer mind would have written of
+her wrongs in a more just and more moderate tone.
+
+Regina began without any preliminary form of address. She had no heart
+to upbraid Amelius, and no wish to speak of what she was suffering, to
+a man who had but too plainly shown that he had no respect for himself,
+and neither love, nor pity even, for her. In justice to herself, she
+released him from his promise, and returned his letters and his
+presents. Her own letters might be sent in a sealed packet, addressed
+to her at her uncle's place of business in London. She would pray that
+he might be brought to a sense of the sin that he had committed, and
+that he might yet live to be a worthy and a happy man. For the rest,
+her decision was irrevocable. His own letter to Mrs. Payson condemned
+him--and the testimony of an old and honoured friend of her uncle
+proved that his wickedness was no mere act of impulse, but a deliberate
+course of infamy and falsehood, continued over many weeks. From the
+moment when she made that discovery, he was a stranger to her--and she
+now bade him farewell.
+
+"Have you written to her?" Rufus asked, when he had seen the letters.
+
+Amelius reddened with indignation. He was not aware of it himself--but
+his look and manner plainly revealed that Regina had lost her last hold
+on him. Her letter had inflicted an insult--not a wound: he was
+outraged and revolted; the deeper and gentler feelings, the emotions of
+a grieved and humiliated lover, had been killed in him by her stern
+words of dismissal and farewell.
+
+"Do you think I would allow myself to be treated in that way, without a
+word of protest?" he said to Rufus. "I have written, refusing to take
+back my promise. 'I declare, on my word of honour, that I have been
+faithful to you and to my engagement'--that was how I put it--'and I
+scorn the vile construction which your uncle and his friend have placed
+upon an act of Christian mercy on my part.' I wrote more tenderly,
+before I finished my letter; feeling for her distress, and being
+anxious above all things not to add to it. We shall see if she has love
+enough left for me to trust my faith and honour, instead of trusting
+false appearances. I will give her time."
+
+Rufus considerately abstained from expressing any opinion. He waited
+until the morning when a reply might be expected from Paris; and then
+he called at the cottage.
+
+Without a word of comment, Amelius put a letter into his friend's hand.
+It was his own letter to Regina returned to him. On the back of it,
+there was a line in Mr. Farnaby's handwriting:--"If you send any more
+letters they will be burnt unopened." In those insolent terms the
+wretch wrote with bankruptcy and exposure hanging over his head.
+
+Rufus spoke plainly upon this. "There's an end of it now," he said.
+"That girl would never have made the right wife for you, Amelius:
+you're well out of it. Forget that you ever knew these people; and let
+us talk of something else. How is Sally?"
+
+At that ill-timed inquiry, Amelius showed his temper again. He was in a
+state of nervous irritability which made him apt to take offence, where
+no offence was intended. "Oh, you needn't be alarmed!" he answered
+petulantly; "there's no fear of the poor child coming back to live with
+me. She is still under the doctor's care."
+
+Rufus passed over the angry reply without notice, and patted him on the
+shoulder. "I spoke of the girl," he said, "because I wanted to help
+her; and I can help her, if you will let me. Before long, my son, I
+shall be going back to the United States. I wish you would go with me!"
+
+"And desert Sally!" cried Amelius.
+
+"Nothing of the sort! Before we go, I'll see that Sally is provided for
+to your satisfaction. Will you think of it, to please me?"
+
+Amelius relented. "Anything, to please you," he said.
+
+Rufus noticed his hat and gloves on the table, and left him without
+saying more. "The trouble with Amelius," he thought, as he closed the
+cottage gate, "is not over yet."
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 11
+
+The day on which worthy old Surgeon Pinfold had predicted that Sally
+would be in a fair way of recovery had come and gone; and still the
+medical report to Amelius was the same:--"You must be patient, sir; she
+is not well enough to see you yet."
+
+Toff, watching his young master anxiously, was alarmed by the steadily
+progressive change in him for the worse, which showed itself at this
+time. Now sad and silent, and now again bitter and irritable, he had
+deteriorated physically as well as morally, until he really looked like
+the shadow of his former self. He never exchanged a word with his
+faithful old servant, except when he said mechanically, "good morning"
+or "good night." Toff could endure it no longer. At the risk of being
+roughly misinterpreted, he followed his own kindly impulse, and spoke.
+"May I own to you, sir," he said, with perfect gentleness and respect,
+"that I am indeed heartily sorry to see you so ill?"
+
+Amelius looked up at him sharply. "You servants always make a fuss
+about trifles. I am a little out of sorts; and I want a change--that's
+all. Perhaps I may go to America. You won't like that; I shan't
+complain if you look out for another situation."
+
+The tears came into the old man's eyes. "Never!" he answered fervently.
+"My last service, sir, if you send me away, shall be my dearly loved
+service here."
+
+All that was most tender in the nature of Amelius was touched to the
+quick. "Forgive me, Toff," he said; "I am lonely and wretched, and more
+anxious about Sally than words can tell. There can be no change in my
+life, until my mind is easy about that poor little girl. But if it does
+end in my going to America, you shall go with me--I wouldn't lose you,
+my good friend, for the world."
+
+Toff still remained in the room, as if he had something left to say.
+Entirely ignorant of the marriage engagement between Amelius and
+Regina, and of the rupture in which it had ended, he vaguely suspected
+nevertheless that his master might have fallen into an entanglement
+with some lady unknown. The opportunity of putting the question was now
+before him. He risked it in a studiously modest form.
+
+"Are you going to America to be married, sir?"
+
+Amelius eyed him with a momentary suspicion. "What has put that in your
+head?" he asked.
+
+"I don't know, sir," Toff answered humbly--"unless it was my own vivid
+imagination. Would there be anything very wonderful in a gentleman of
+your age and appearance conducting some charming person to the altar?"
+
+Amelius was conquered once more; he smiled faintly. "Enough of your
+nonsense, Toff! I shall never be married--understand that."
+
+Toff's withered old face brightened slyly. He turned away to withdraw;
+hesitated; and suddenly went back to his master.
+
+"Have you any occasion for my services, sir, for an hour or two?" he
+asked.
+
+"No. Be back before I go out, myself--be back at three o'clock."
+
+"Thank you, sir. My little boy is below, if you want anything in my
+absence."
+
+The little boy dutifully attending Toff to the gate, observed with
+grave surprise that his father snapped his fingers gaily at starting,
+and hummed the first bars of the Marseillaise. "Something is going to
+happen," said Toff's boy, on his way back to the house.
+
+
+From the Regent's Park to Blackacre Buildings is almost a journey from
+one end of London to the other. Assisted for part of the way by an
+omnibus, Toff made the journey, and arrived at the residence of Surgeon
+Pinfold, with the easy confidence of a man who knew thoroughly well
+where he was going, and what he was about. The sagacity of Rufus had
+correctly penetrated his intentions; he had privately followed his
+master, and had introduced himself to the notice of the surgeon--with a
+mixture of motives, in which pure devotion to the interests of Amelius
+played the chief part. His experience of the world told him that
+Sally's departure was only the beginning of more trouble to come. "What
+is the use of me to my master," he had argued, "except to spare him
+trouble, in spite of himself?"
+
+Surgeon Pinfold was prescribing for a row of sick people, seated before
+him on a bench. "You're not ill, are you?" he said sharply to Toff.
+"Very well, then, go into the parlour and wait."
+
+The patients being dismissed, Toff attempted to explain the object of
+his visit. But the old naval surgeon insisted on clearing the ground by
+means of a plain question first. "Has your master sent you here--or is
+this another private interview, like the last?"
+
+"It is all that is most private," Toff answered; "my poor master is
+wasting away in unrelieved wretchedness and suspense. Something must be
+done for him. Oh, dear and good sir, help me in this most miserable
+state of things! Tell me the truth about Miss Sally!"
+
+Old Pinfold put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the parlour
+wall, looking at the Frenchman with a complicated expression, in which
+genuine sympathy mingled oddly with a quaint sense of amusement.
+"You're a worthy chap," he said; "and you shall have the truth. I have
+been obliged to deceive your master about this troublesome young Sally;
+I have stuck to it that she is too ill to see him, or to answer his
+letters. Both lies. There's nothing the matter with her now, but a
+disease that I can't cure, the disease of a troubled mind. She's got it
+into her head that she has everlastingly degraded herself in his
+estimation by leaving him and coming here. It's no use telling
+her--what, mind you, is perfectly true--that she was all but out of her
+senses, and not in the least responsible for what she did at the time
+when she did it. She holds to her own opinion, nevertheless. 'What can
+he think of me, but that I have gone back willingly to the disgrace of
+my old life? I should throw myself out of the window, if he came into
+the room!' That's how she answers me--and, what makes matters worse
+still, she's breaking her heart about him all the time. The poor wretch
+is so eager for any little word of news about his health and his
+doings, that it's downright pitiable to see her. I don't think her
+fevered little brain will bear it much longer--and hang me if I can
+tell what to do next to set things right! The two women, her friends,
+have no sort of influence over her. When I saw her this morning, she
+was ungrateful enough to say, 'Why didn't you let me die?' How your
+master got among these unfortunate people is more than I know, and is
+no business of mine; I only wish he had been a different sort of man.
+Before I knew him as well as I know him now, I predicted, like a fool,
+that he would be just the person to help us in managing the girl. I
+have altered my opinion. He's such a glorious fellow--so impulsive and
+so tender-hearted--that he would be certain, in her present excited
+state, to do her more harm than good. Do you know if he is going to be
+married?"
+
+Toff, listening thus far in silent distress, suddenly looked up.
+
+"Why do you ask me, sir?"
+
+"It's an idle question, I dare say," old Pinfold remarked. "Sally
+persists in telling us she's in the way of his prospects in life--and
+it's got somehow into her perverse little head that his prospects in
+life mean his marriage, and she's in the way of _that._--Hullo! are you
+going already?"
+
+"I want to go to Miss Sally, sir. I believe I can say something to
+comfort her. Do you think she will see me?"
+
+"Are you the man who has got the nickname of Toff? She sometimes talks
+about Toff."
+
+"Yes, sir, yes! I am Theophile Leblond, otherwise Toff. Where can I find
+her?"
+
+Surgeon Pinfold rang a bell. "My errand-boy is going past the house, to
+deliver some medicine," he answered. "It's a poor place; but you'll
+find it neat and nice enough--thanks to your good master. He's helping
+the two women to begin life again out of this country; and, while
+they're waiting their turn to get a passage, they've taken an extra
+room and hired some decent furniture, by your master's own wish. Oh,
+here's the boy; he'll show you the way. One word before you go. What do
+you think of saying to Sally?"
+
+"I shall tell her, for one thing, sir, that my master is miserable for
+want of her."
+
+Surgeon Pinfold shook his head. "That won't take you very far on the
+way to persuading her. You will make _her_ miserable too--and there's
+about all you will get by it."
+
+Toff lifted his indicative forefinger to the side of his nose. "Suppose
+I tell her something else, sir? Suppose I tell her my master is not
+going to be married to anybody?"
+
+"She won't believe you know anything about it."
+
+"She will believe, for this reason," said Toff, gravely; "I put the
+question to my master before I came here; and I have it from his own
+lips that there is no young lady in the way, and that he is
+not--positively not--going to be married. If I tell Miss Sally this,
+sir, how do you say it will end? Will you bet me a shilling it has no
+effect on her?"
+
+"I won't bet a farthing! Follow the boy--and tell young Sally I have
+sent her a better doctor than I am."
+
+
+While Toff was on his way to Sally, Toff's boy was disturbing Amelius
+by the announcement of a visitor. The card sent in bore this
+inscription: "Brother Bawkwell, from Tadmor."
+
+Amelius looked at the card; and ran into the hall to receive the
+visitor, with both hands held out in hearty welcome. "Oh, I am so glad
+to see you!" he cried. "Come in, and tell me all about Tadmor!"
+
+Brother Bawkwell acknowledged the enthusiastic reception offered to him
+by a stare of grim surprise. He was a dry, hard old man, with a scrubby
+white beard, a narrow wrinkled forehead, and an obstinate lipless
+mouth; fitted neither by age nor temperament to be the intimate friend
+of any of his younger brethren among the Community. But, at that
+saddest time of his life, the heart of Amelius warmed to any one who
+reminded him of his tranquil and happy days at Tadmor. Even this frozen
+old Socialist now appeared to him, for the first time, under the
+borrowed aspect of a welcome friend.
+
+Brother Bawkwell took the chair offered to him, and opened the
+proceedings, in solemn silence, by looking at his watch. "Twenty-five
+minutes past two," he said to himself--and put the watch back again.
+
+"Are you pressed for time?" Amelius asked.
+
+"Much may be done in ten minutes," Brother Bawkwell answered, in a
+Scotch accent which had survived the test of half a lifetime in
+America. "I would have you know I am in England on a mission from the
+Community, with a list of twenty-seven persons in all, whom I am
+appointed to confer with on matters of varying importance. Yours,
+friend Amelius, is a matter of minor importance. I can give you ten
+minutes."
+
+He opened a big black pocket-book, stuffed with a mass of letters; and,
+placing two of them on the table before him, addressed Amelius as if he
+was making a speech at a public meeting.
+
+"I have to request your attention to certain proceedings of the Council
+at Tadmor, bearing date the third of December last; and referring to a
+person under sentence of temporary separation from the Community, along
+with yourself--"
+
+"Mellicent!" Amelius exclaimed.
+
+"We have no time for interruptions," Brother Bawkwell remarked. "The
+person _is_ Sister Mellicent; and the business before the Council was
+to consider a letter, under her signature, received December second.
+Said letter," he proceeded, taking up one of his papers, "is abridged
+as follows by the Secretary to the Council. In substance, the writer
+states (first): 'That the married sister under whose protection she has
+been living at New York is about to settle in England with her husband,
+appointed to manage the branch of his business established in London.
+(Second): That she, meaning Sister Mellicent, has serious reasons for
+not accompanying her relatives to England, and has no other friends to
+take charge of her welfare, if she remains in New York. (Third): That
+she appeals to the mercy of the Council, under these circumstances, to
+accept the expression of her sincere repentance for the offence of
+violating a Rule, and to permit a friendless and penitent creature to
+return to the only home left to her, her home at Tadmor.' No, friend
+Amelius--we have no time for expressions of sympathy; the first half of
+the ten minutes has nearly expired. I have further to notify you that
+the question was put to the vote, in this form: 'Is it consistent with
+the serious responsibility which rests on the Council, to consider the
+remission of any sentence justly pronounced under the Book of Rules?'
+The result was very remarkable; the votes for and against being equally
+divided. In this event, as you know, our laws provide that the decision
+rests with the Elder Brother--who gave his vote thereupon for
+considering the remission of the sentence; and moved the next
+resolution that the sentence be remitted accordingly. Carried by a
+small majority. Whereupon, Sister Mellicent was received again at
+Tadmor."
+
+"Ah, the dear old Elder Brother," cried Amelius--"always on the side of
+mercy!"
+
+Brother Bawkwell held up his hand in protest. "You seem to have no
+idea," he said, "of the value of time. Do be quiet! As travelling
+representative of the Council, I am further instructed to say, that the
+sentence pronounced against yourself stands duly remitted, in
+consequence of the remission of the sentence against Sister Mellicent.
+You likewise are free to return to Tadmor, at your own will and
+pleasure. But--attend to what is coming, friend Amelius!--the Council
+holds to its resolution that your choice between us and the world shall
+be absolutely unbiased. In the fear of exercising even an indirect
+influence, we have purposely abstained from corresponding with you.
+With the same motive we now say, that if you do return to us, it must
+be with no interference on our part. We inform you of an event that has
+happened in your absence--and we do no more."
+
+He paused, and looked again at his watch. Time proverbially works
+wonders. Time closed his lips.
+
+Amelius replied with a heavy heart. The message from the Council had
+recalled him from the remembrance of Mellicent to the sense of his own
+position. "My experience of the world has been a very hard one," he
+said. "I would gladly go back to Tadmor this very day, but for one
+consideration--" He hesitated; the image of Sally was before him. The
+tears rose in his eyes; he said no more.
+
+Brother Bawkwell, driven hard by time, got on his legs, and handed to
+Amelius the second of the two papers which he had taken out of his
+pocket-book.
+
+"Here is a purely informal document," he said; "being a few lines from
+Sister Mellicent, which I was charged to deliver to you. Be pleased to
+read it as quickly as you can, and tell me if there is any reply."
+
+There was not much to read:--"The good people here, Amelius, have
+forgiven me and let me return to them. I am living happily now, dear,
+in my remembrances of you. I take the walks that we once took
+together--and sometimes I go out in the boat on the lake, and think of
+the time when I told you my sad story. Your poor little pet creatures
+are under my care; the dog, and the fawn, and the birds--all well, and
+waiting for you, with me. My belief that you will come back to me
+remains the same unshaken belief that it has been from the first. Once
+more I say it--you will find me the first to welcome you, when your
+spirits are sinking under the burden of life, and your heart turns
+again to the friends of your early days. Until that time comes, think
+of me now and then. Good-bye."
+
+"I am waiting," said Brother Bawkwell, taking his hat in his hand.
+
+Amelius answered with an effort. "Thank her kindly in my name," he
+said: "that is all." His head drooped while he spoke; he fell into
+thought as if he had been alone in the room.
+
+But the emissary from Tadmor, warned by the minute-hand on the watch,
+recalled his attention to passing events. "You would do me a kindness,"
+said Brother Bawkwell, producing a list of names and addresses, "if you
+could put me in the way of finding the person named, eighth from the
+top. It's getting on towards twenty minutes to three."
+
+The address thus pointed out was at no great distance, on the northern
+side of the Regent's Park. Amelius, still silent and thoughtful, acted
+willingly as a guide. "Please thank the Council for their kindness to
+me," he said, when they reached their destination. Brother Bawkwell
+looked at friend Amelius with a calm inquiring eye. "I think you'll end
+in coming back to us," he said. "I'll take the opportunity, when I see
+you at Tadmor, of making a few needful remarks on the value of time."
+
+Amelius went back to the cottage, to see if Toff had returned, in his
+absence, before he paid his daily visit to Surgeon Pinfold. He called
+down the kitchen stairs, "Are you there, Toff?" And Toff answered
+briskly, "At your service, sir."
+
+The sky had become cloudy, and threatened rain. Not finding his
+umbrella in the hall, Amelius went into the library to look for it. As
+he closed the door behind him, Toff and his boy appeared on the kitchen
+stairs; both walking on tiptoe, and both evidently on the watch for
+something.
+
+Amelius found his umbrella. But it was characteristic of the melancholy
+change in him that he dropped languidly into the nearest chair, instead
+of going out at once with the easy activity of happier days. Sally was
+in his mind again; he was rousing his resolution to set the doctor's
+commands at defiance, and to insist on seeing her, come what might of
+it.
+
+He suddenly looked up. A slight sound had startled him.
+
+It was a faint rustling sound; and it came from the sadly silent room
+which had once been Sally's.
+
+He listened, and heard it again. He sprang to his feet--his heart beat
+wildly--he opened the door of the room.
+
+She was there.
+
+Her hands were clasped over her fast-heaving breast. She was powerless
+to look at him, powerless to speak to him--powerless to move towards
+him, until he opened his arms to her. Then, all the love and all the
+sorrow in the tender little heart flowed outward to him in a low
+murmuring cry. She hid her blushing face on his bosom. The rosy colour
+softly tinged her neck--the unspoken confession of all she feared, and
+all she hoped.
+
+It was a time beyond words. They were silent in each other's arms.
+
+But under them, on the floor below, the stillness in the cottage was
+merrily broken by an outburst of dance-music--with a rhythmical
+thump-thump of feet, keeping time to the cheerful tune. Toff was
+playing his fiddle; and Toff's boy was dancing to his father's music.
+
+
+
+CHAPTER 12
+
+After waiting a day or two for news from Amelius, and hearing nothing,
+Rufus went to make inquiries at the cottage.
+
+"My master has gone out of town, sir," said Toff, opening the door.
+
+"Where?"
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+"Anybody with him?"
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+"Any news of Sally?"
+
+"I don't know, sir."
+
+Rufus stepped into the hall. "Look here, Mr. Frenchman, three times is
+enough. I have already apologized for treating you like a teetotum, on
+a former occasion. I'm afraid I shall do it again, sir, if I don't get
+an answer to my next question--my hands are itching to be at you, they
+are! When is Amelius expected back?"
+
+"Your question is positive, sir," said Toff, with dignity. "I am happy
+to be able to meet it with a positive reply. My master is expected back
+in three weeks' time."
+
+Having obtained some information at last, Rufus debated with himself
+what he should do next. He decided that "the boy was worth waiting
+for," and that his wisest course (as a good American) would be to go
+back, and wait in Paris.
+
+Passing through the Garden of the Tuileries, two or three days later,
+and crossing to the Rue de Rivoli, the name of one of the hotels in
+that quarter reminded him of Regina. He yielded to the prompting of
+curiosity, and inquired if Mr. Farnaby and his niece were still in
+Paris.
+
+The manager of the hotel was in the porter's lodge at the time. So far
+as he knew, he said, Mr. Farnaby and his niece, and an English
+gentleman with them, were now on their travels. They had left the hotel
+with an appearance of mystery. The courier had been discharged; and the
+coachman of the hired carriage which took them away had been told to
+drive straight forward until further orders. In short, as the manager
+put it, the departure resembled a flight. Remembering what his American
+agent had told him, Rufus received this information without surprise.
+Even the apparently incomprehensible devotion of Mr. Melton to the
+interests of such a man as Farnaby, failed to present itself to him as
+a perplexing circumstance. To his mind, Mr. Melton's conduct was
+plainly attributable to a reward in prospect; and the name of that
+reward was--Miss Regina.
+
+At the end of the three weeks, Rufus returned to London.
+
+Once again, he and Toff confronted each other on the threshold of the
+door. This time, the genial old man presented an appearance that was
+little less than dazzling. From head to foot he was arrayed in new
+clothes; and he exhibited an immense rosette of white ribbon in his
+button-hole.
+
+"Thunder!" cried Rufus. "Here's Mr. Frenchman going to be married!"
+
+Toff declined to humour the joke. He stood on his dignity as stiffly as
+ever. "Pardon me, sir, I possess a wife and family already."
+
+"Do you, now? Well--none of your know-nothing answers this time. Has
+Amelius come back?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"And what's the news of Sally?"
+
+"Good news, sir. Miss Sally has come back too."
+
+"You call that good news, do you? I'll say a word to Amelius. What are
+you standing there for? Let me by."
+
+"Pardon me once more, sir. My master and Miss Sally do not receive
+visitors today."
+
+"Your master and Miss Sally?" Rufus repeated. "Has this old creature
+been liquoring up a little too freely? What do you mean," he burst out,
+with a sudden change of tone to stern surprise--"what do you mean by
+putting your master and Sally together?"
+
+Toff shot his bolt at last. "They will be together, sir, for the rest
+of their lives. They were married this morning."
+
+
+Rufus received the blow in dead silence. He turned about, and went back
+to his hotel.
+
+Reaching his room, he opened the despatch box in which he kept his
+correspondence, and picked out the long letter containing the
+description by Amelius of his introduction to the ladies of the Farnaby
+family. He took up the pen, and wrote the indorsement which has been
+quoted as an integral part of the letter itself, in the Second Book of
+this narrative:--
+
+"Ah, poor Amelius! He had better have gone back to Miss Mellicent, and
+put up with the little drawback of her age. What a bright lovable
+fellow he was! Goodbye to Goldenheart!"
+
+
+Were the forebodings of Rufus destined to be fulfilled? This question
+will be answered, it is hoped, in a Second Series of The Fallen Leaves.
+The narrative of the married life of Amelius presents a subject too
+important to be treated within the limits of the present story--and the
+First Series necessarily finds its end in the culminating event of his
+life, thus far.
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+
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