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				<title type="main" TEIform="title">YOUNG LOVE</title>
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				<publisher TEIform="publisher">WARD, LOCK &amp; CO., LIMITED </publisher>
				<pubPlace TEIform="pubPlace">NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE</pubPlace>
				<date TEIform="date">1902</date>
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				<p TEIform="p">From the print edition published by WARD, LOCK &amp; CO., LIMITE, NEW YORK
					AND MELBOURNE, 1902</p>
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					<titlePart type="main" TEIform="titlePart">YOUNG LOVE</titlePart>
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					<docAuthor TEIform="docAuthor">LILIAN TURNER </docAuthor>
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					<publisher TEIform="publisher">WARD, LOCK &amp; CO., LIMITED </publisher>
					<docDate TEIform="docDate">1902</docDate>
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			<div0 type="part" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div0" id="d196e72">
				<head type="div0" TEIform="head">YOUNG LOVE</head>
				<div1 type="title" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div1" id="d196e77">
					<pb n="1" TEIform="pb" id="d196e79"/>
					<head type="div1" TEIform="head">YOUNG LOVE</head>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">
						<name TEIform="name">LILIAN TURNER </name>
					</p>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">WARD . LOCK . AND . CO </p>
					<pb n="2" TEIform="pb" id="d196e93"/>
					<pb n="3" TEIform="pb" id="d196e96"/>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">YOUNG LOVE </p>
					<pb n="4" TEIform="pb" id="d196e101"/>
					<pb n="5" TEIform="pb" id="d196e103"/>
					<pb n="6" TEIform="pb" id="d196e105"/>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">(Page 18.) V&amp;C " She looked
						at her husband from between long curling lashes." </p>
					<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Young Love] [Frontispiece </p>
					<pb n="7" TEIform="pb" id="d196e114"/>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">YOUNG LOVE </p>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">BY <name TEIform="name">LILIAN TURNER </name></p>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">(MRS. F. LINDSAY THOMPSON) AUTHOR OF
						" THE LIGHTS OF SYDNEY," ETC. </p>
					<p rend="left" TEIform="p">
						<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">WITH FRONTISPIECE BY J. MACPARLANE. </hi>
					</p>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">LONDON: <lb TEIform="lb"/>WARD, LOCK &amp; CO., LIMITED, </p>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE. 1902 <pb n="8" TEIform="pb" id="d196e141"/>
					</p>
					<pb n="9" TEIform="pb" id="d196e144"/>
					<p rend="center" TEIform="p">To MY MOTHER </p>
					<p rend="right" TEIform="p">L. T. </p>
					<p rend="left" TEIform="p">
						<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Gordon, Sydney. </hi>
					</p>
					<pb n="10" TEIform="pb" id="d196e159"/>
				</div1>
				<div1 type="section" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div1" id="d196e162">
					<pb n="11" TEIform="pb" id="d196e164"/>
					<head type="div1" TEIform="head">PART I </head>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e169">
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER I </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"ONCE upon a time" there had come to a
							certain New South Wales station a small brown man with a boy of five.
							The boy was very pretty, and very thin, and very hungry, and the lady of
							the house, the squatter's wife, had a tender heart and was young. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It happened that she was in the storehouse watching her
							husband weigh sugar rations for the station hands—for in those
							days they had no storekeeper—when two shadows from without
							fell at her feet. She looked up laughing—and there was that
							small child-face in the doorway, eager and pinched and
							thin—and away behind a great stack of candles, playing with
							small heaps of stores, her own boy, fat and rosy and merry. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That it was that did it all—the pitiful contrast. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Demands had immediately been made upon Richard, the fat, rosy
							boy. He had bread and butter, and must share it. He had bed, toys, <pb n="12" TEIform="pb" id="d196e185"/> clothes, dogs, and all of them must be shared,
							half-and-half, fairly and generously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The full half had not been demanded in the beginning, only
							the share that the rich man's son should give the poor man's. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The wanderers had commenced their life on the station in the
							kitchen, and were given as a sleeping apartment a small verandah room
							that was once a pantry, but had been forsaken owing to the raids of the
							rats. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It had been understood that the next morning the pair of them
							would be moving on, tramping it to another station, on to Sydney. But in
							the morning the little boy was prettier and hungrier, and manifested a
							dog-like affection for the "lovely lady" who had been
							good to him. And the small shabby man had shown an aptitude for many
							thingsâ&#128;&#148;brealring-in horses, branding cattle, weighing sugar, keeping
							booksâ&#128;&#148;and Mr. Allars, the squatter, had said he might just as well
							"stay on a bit." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The days ran on until they numbered many years, and he was
							there stillâ&#128;&#148;with an indoor bedroom and a seat at the dining-room table.
							Changes came, and many people who had been on the station went away; but
							the small brown man stayed on, for, like many another, he had an
							interpretation of his own for staying on " a bit." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The woman with the great tender heart, who had taken the
							hungry boy in and mothered him and placed him beside her own boy
							Richard, she had died in the time. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Richard and the little waif of the <pb n="13" TEIform="pb" id="d196e206"/>
							Australian plains had grown up together, taking life on the half-share
							systemâ&#128;&#148;only the fatter and the pleasanter half, in some way, had always
							fallen to Selwyn, the stranger's son. Because that was the way Mrs.
							Allars had started it in the beginningâ&#128;&#148;"to him that had never
							had must be given good measure, pressed down, as recompense for the
							years of leanness." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When the school-days had ended they had gone into the world
							together "to see life," and now and again they
							remembered the two sober elder ones who were going steadily on building
							their bridge of days, on the quiet up-country run, and they gave them
							affectionate, patronising thoughts, contemplating incredulously a time
							when they themselves should settle down to just such an uneventful round
							of days. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn had been the first to introduce Woman into their
							lives. He found her in a small vicarage, doing parish duties, going on
							Sunday to the church, and copying out her father's sermons. She wore
							grey clothing, and her face was preter-naturally grave. Selwyn just then
							was very happy sowing wild oats, but some mysterious, impish affinity
							drew him to this grave, nun-like maiden, and bandaged his eyesâ&#128;&#148;and he
							realised straightway how badly he was in need of being saved. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laid certain portions of his own and Richard's life out,
							for her beautiful eyes to droop over. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'm going to the dogs," he told her,
							"and only <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">you </hi>can stop me." </p>
						<pb n="14" TEIform="pb" id="d196e225"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was somewhere about twenty then, and very proud of his
							need for being saved. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Afterwards," he went on, "when we
							are married, I shall take you into the country and we'll settle down. My
							father and Dick's are partners on a stationâ&#128;&#148;but there's no woman in the
							house at all. You will be mistress, Ellen." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But Dick's wife ?" said the nun-like
							Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh, Dick's wife will come later on," said
							Selwyn impetuously. "First come first served. When <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">she </hi>comes on the scene probably we four young
							folks will get the station, and the old men will settle on a smaller
							one." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise was almost sixteen when she danced into Richard's
							life. She wore her hair loose down her back, and her frocks did not
							reach to her boot-tops by three inches. She was a dancing girl then by
							profession, though she sang songs, too, and took an occasional
							unimportant part when an emergency occurred. When she first met Richard
							she was not long out from France, and was under the impression that she
							would soon take the colonies by storm, although her apprenticeship did
							not expire until she was eighteen, and she was only receiving seven and
							six a week. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was perfectly willing to marry Richard any moment he
							chose. Her eyes shone with joy at the mere prospect of matrimony. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It is what my heart desiresâ&#128;&#148;to be married at
							sixteen," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard's face fell. His boyish heart craved an admission of
							love. </p>
						<pb n="15" TEIform="pb" id="d196e256"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Andâ&#128;&#148;to you!" she added rapturously.
							"Oh, Richard, we will make of life a beautiful thing together.
							How much money do you get? I, alas! can make but little." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard squared his shoulders. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You will never work again when you have married
							me," he said. "My father has promised me £15,000 for a
							start, and Selwyn and I will work a station of ours out back." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The small girl-woman tossed back a strand of black hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And I to give up my profession !" she
							cried. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I, who have everything before me ! No, boy, that
							cannot be! As well I am promisedâ&#128;&#148; what you call boundâ&#128;&#148;for two more
							years." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I will see the manager," said Richard
							boldly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Alas, no ! He must not know. If he knows I cannot
							be married at sixteen. Think of it, boy! David Bright has me for two
							more years, andâ&#128;&#148;ah! he is a serpent." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So it fell out, in spite of all his protestations of valour
							and fitness to deal with a serpent in the form of Mr. David Bright,
							manager of the Queen's, Richard did not meet him, but stole his bride
							and married her when she was sixteen and he not twenty. And there were
							present at the wedding Selwyn and grave-eyed Ellen, who had been married
							the day before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Very soon afterwards, a few hours at most, Mr. and Mrs. David
							Bright knew, and Mr. Allars and the small brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Almost from the beginning Richard and Mr. <pb n="16" TEIform="pb" id="d196e292"/> Bright
							were sworn foes, which caused Felise to weep hysterically. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mr. Allars absolutely refused to advance one penny of the
							£15,000, or to hear from or see his son. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the small brown man said, " Eh, eh !"
							and went on with life exactly as if Selwyn had never been born, or had
							died long years before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the four young people tossed up proud heads and went
							merrily into life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">From the beginning of their married lives they lived
							together. Selwyn and Richard were as brothers, and had grown up together
							in Richard's home almost from their infancy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They reasoned that their wives would be like sisters ! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In those earliest days, while the wedding-rings were yet new
							and shining, they had one sitting-room and one dining-room. They all sat
							down to the one table as one family, though never a drop of the same
							blood was in any two of them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were like four children playing at house keeping, but
							the ideality of home-life was lacking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise was hot and passionate, Ellen cold and
							self-containedâ&#128;&#148;looking, Felise put it, "prayers and fastings
							all day long." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Finally, there was a new arrangement. They were to live as
							two families in the house where they had lived as one. Ellen and Selwyn
							took the lower floor, and Richard and Felise went above. But for both
							women there was only one kitchen, and the hall and front door belonged
							to the two families. </p>
						<pb n="17" TEIform="pb" id="d196e323"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise had all manner of spoilt-child tricks, head-tossings
							and aggravating ways; but Ellen was very patient, and it was difficult
							to surprise her into a larger display of temper than slamming a door.
							She had habits of scrupulous cleanliness and neatness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Clean the kitchen <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">every </hi>day
							! " Felise would exclaim, with a disdainful curl of her short
							pretty lip, "<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">if</hi> you like. For me, unused
							to such slavery, once a month will suffice. And the stairsâ&#128;&#148;if I do not
							sweep themâ&#128;&#148;they are <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">mine</hi>. It is not for you to
							tread them!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she would toss her head and trip away, her little
							high-heeled shoes tapping and clicking upon the bare boards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen adopted Felise as her crossâ&#128;&#148;it helped to keep down her
							hatred and raised her self-respect. But she shunned her as much as
							possible. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And later on a small son came to Felise and Richard and a
							daughter to Ellen and Selwyn; but instead of bridging the breach as the
							men so fondly hoped, this happening only widened it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The colonies remained coldly distant from Felise's feet. Her
							term with Bright ran out, and she rose to a prominent position in his
							company, and played Juliet and Portia and Rosalind. But her salary
							stayed small, and a new little daughter came to her and Richard, and to
							both of the men folk (Selwyn and Richard) work came
							but fitfully, and was ill paid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So the small joint home lost its ideality, and to two of them
							the treasures of the world grew dearer. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e357">
						<pb n="18" TEIform="pb" id="d196e359"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER II </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">DAVID BRIGHT sat alone in a little room at the Queen's. He
							was David Bright now, sinister-looking and with rather a Hebraic cast of
							countenance. An hour ago he had been a handsome dying Romeo. An hour ago
							he had been passiontorn and despairingâ&#128;&#148;in so far as he had been able. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Now he was smoking a pipe of retrospection, with his feet
							upon the table and his thumbs stuck into his waistcoat pocket on either
							side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Over the back of a neighbouring chair a black and-white
							feather boa was hanging. Bright's eyes were fixed upon it reflectively. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It had come from Juliet's neck. Every feather was suggestive
							of Juliet. The faint perfume that hung about it breathed of Juliet. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He put out his hand and touched it smilelessly. Then he sat
							back again and watched it as before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Outside, the world of Sydney was sinking into the silence of
							midnight. Inside and overhead was the sound of voices and laughter.
							Upstairs was Julietâ&#128;&#148;jesting. Downstairs Romeo watched her boa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently along the narrow stone passage there <pb n="19" TEIform="pb" id="d196e385"/>
							came the sound of a man's crisp hurrying footsteps. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright sat upright, then, suddenly seizing the boa, charged
							out into the passage. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Ah! good-evening, Allars," he said
							hurriedly. "This, I believe, is your property." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had to hasten his words, for Allars had almost passed his
							door when he reached it. "Queer thing," he added,
							"the individuality of clothesâ&#128;&#148;that is, when their owners have
							an individuality of their own." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'm in a hurry," said Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright leaned upon the door-frame. His mouth smiled a little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Take, for instance, your wife," he
							said." I would swear to a gown of hers anywhereâ&#128;&#148;and the devil
							himself would know her fal-lals among a million." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'm in a hurry," said Allars again,
							" andâ&#128;&#148; confound you." He jerked the feathered string,
							and it flew from the other man's shoulder to his own. Then he made a
							ring of it and slipped it over his wrist as he strode down the passage. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The other man's laugh, mocking and unmusical, followed him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He hardly heard it. He walked with his head very high and his
							shoulders well thrown back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the turning where the passage branched two ways was a
							staircase, narrow and dark. It led to the dressing-rooms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The Queen's was not a theatre of which Sydney made any boast.
							Stars never trod its boards, and never yet had any of its plays been
							trumpeted <pb n="20" TEIform="pb" id="d196e422"/> forth as "in the presence of his
							Excellency the Governor, Lady Dash and suite." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Everything behind the scenes was dingy and squalid, but
							Allars was familiar with it. At the staircase-foot he stopped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was between two laughs. The one, of the man he had left,
							aggravating and mirthless, the other from overhead, sweet and
							challenging and girlish. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But, whereas at the first he had held his head higher and
							walked forward, at the second he drew back to the wall and dropped his
							chin down to his breast. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">From above came laughter and words and little snatches of
							song in a voice of piquancy and mirth, and slang and stage-talk in
							voices masculine and not too refined. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He half turned away, his head still bent, his hands hanging
							limply on either side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he stopped and threw back his head. Some one was coming
							down the passage towards him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"That <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">devil</hi>" he
							said, under his breath. He sprang up the stairs rapidly and lightly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The first doorway gaped darkly. That was the second ladies'
							dressing-room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next was ablaze with gas-lights, flaring and unprotected. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The walls were whitewashed, the floors uncarpeted â&#128;&#148;
							everything uncouth and dirty-looking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The light fell full on Allars' face and almost dazzled him. </p>
						<pb n="21" TEIform="pb" id="d196e463"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Felise!" he said, blinking hard to recover
							his sight. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was a startled exclamation from the far side of the
							room. "<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Ma foi; l'epoux</hi>â&#128;&#148;Weltâ&#128;&#148; you see
							me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"The light," he said, "is so
							strong, Outside it is dark and raining. Felise " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I made not the dark and rain. Although you say,
							some of you, that I make your light. That I am sunshine," she
							laughed. "That I am a star." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She laughed again in a higher key. Several other laughs went
							with hers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars stood just within the doorway. His face was so white
							that the other two men stared at him and exclaimed in a rapid whisper to
							each other. A little faded-looking woman, who was pulling a fan to
							pieces, said cheerfullyâ&#128;&#148; </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"To-night's rain has washed you white. Come and sit
							down. In half-an-hour or so we are going to be festive. Oysters and
							champagne orâ&#128;&#148;stout." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Allars did not even look at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come outside to me, Felise," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come inside to me, Richard," she mocked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The two men and the one woman watched interestedly. This pale
							young husband, with the stern face and dark eyes, they had seen before
							many times; they had called him a "good fellow." But
							Felise was their darling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"We differ so about suppers," she said.
							"He has not an inclination for oysters, and he thinks that
							champagne is bad for my feet. That it makes me flighty." </p>
						<pb n="22" TEIform="pb" id="d196e506"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't I tell you I want you? Damn
							suppers!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Now you are getting naughty; and it is such a long
							time since we had a supper. If I come outside shall you want me to go
							home ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Butâ&#128;&#148;shall you?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stood up and looked at him with her head on one side. Her
							wonderful and fresh young beauty seemed to fill and purify the room and
							to blot out all its ugliness and bareness. She was pale, with the pallor
							of an Eastern houri, and there was the grace of a wild sweet flower
							about her. Her eyes were dusky, full of fire and sleep. Among the brown
							of her hair were shadings of gold and red, and her lips were tender and
							self-willed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was dressed in soft white silk, gold- braided and
							picturesqueâ&#128;&#148;" in all her best array " as she had gone
							a lovely Juliet to her grave. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Not one of them all in the room but felt her magical beauty.
							She had adorable attitudes and gestures. With her head on one side and
							one finger on her lip she looked at her husband from between long
							curling lashes. Only this very night that attitude had won her shouting,
							deafen ing applause. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come," said Richard sternly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Pourquoi</hi>â&#128;&#148;monster !"
							she demanded laughing. The little woman with the fan saw that he
							clenched his white thin hands tightly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Do </hi>you intend to come
							?" he said, his eyes beginning to glower upon her. </p>
						<pb n="23" TEIform="pb" id="d196e546"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back theatrically. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Look, you," she said to them all, calling
							a vibrating pathos into her voice, "time was when he would fly
							to me for the raising of this little, little fingerâ&#128;&#148;time was when the
							twinkling of my eyelashes made breeze enough to waft him to meâ&#128;&#148;now !
							" she dropped her white powdered hand with its little mocking
							finger and ran over to his sideâ&#128;&#148;"now, see that matrimony has
							made of me a slave!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face, boyish and white, changed as she touched his
							sleeve. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He dropped his arm, boa-laden, around her, and almost lifted
							her into the dark of the landing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he held her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Stupid boy ! " she said, looking up at
							him He held her closer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is Nena," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She is worse; she is dying," he
							whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The beautiful face changed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dyingâ&#128;&#148;boy ? she whispered back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And she is calling for you. You, ceaselessly, no
							one else. You must come." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She shuddered, clinging to him in helpless grief and terror. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nena! Dying ! <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Mon Dieu,
							</hi>boyâ&#128;&#148;do you know what it is you are saying?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He put his face down to hers suddenly, and their cheeks lay
							together. Her arms were clinging round his neck, and he held her pressed
							close in his arms. </p>
						<pb n="24" TEIform="pb" id="d196e599"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"My baby," she whispered. " God
							could never be so cruel! He never could!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She clung closer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I couldn't watch her die !" she said.
							"It is not that I will not comeâ&#128;&#148;but I could not watch her die !
							I am her mother, boy ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And she is crying for you," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who says she is <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">dying
							</hi>?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ellen." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew her face away, covered it with her hands, and burst
							into passionate tears. She ran on wildly in French, interspersed with
							English, about God's goodness, her beautiful little child, and its white
							young life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And it was not that I quite believed it
							throughout," she said, dropping her hands and looking at him
							with a little triumphant smile. "I knew that the dear God had a
							tender heart. And the little one is so beautiful. Ellen !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew away from her boy-husband and laughed into his dark,
							miserable eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Go home," she said, "and laugh at
							her. Snap your fingers at herâ&#128;&#148;so. Tell her that I, Felise, have only
							laughed at her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars stretched out his hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"For God's sake, Felise!" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stepped backwards slowly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Now, boy !" she said. "Go ! Say
							to Ellen that I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">laughed. </hi>Conceal it that I wept
							and trembled. Have some wine and go homeâ&#128;&#148; smiling." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Felise, I swear to you that it is true." </p>
						<pb n="25" TEIform="pb" id="d196e657"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">C'est vrai </hi>! And I
							believeâ&#128;&#148;oh, I believe !" Her eyes flashed. " Did I not
							believe beforeâ&#128;&#148; until three times ? And I weptâ&#128;&#148;for I saw my little one
							in her coffin. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Vraiment! </hi>Did I not weep, boy
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I tell you I have been with her, and: " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She ran back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Go home and say all that to Ellen. Then kiss my
							beloved and console her, and tell her that in the morning she shall have
							flowers and bon-bons." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He followed, imploring, back into the presence of the others. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It is Ellen ! It is the saint! "laughed
							Felise. " The great high-priestess prophesying !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They could see that she had been crying. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Even yet the mocking smile had hardly stilled the quivering
							of her lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars turned away. Slowly he went along the landing and down
							the stairs. His chin had sunk to his breast once more. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright came to the doorway of his room again. He laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Looks as if you'd a farmyard there," he
							said, pointing to the boa yet round Allars' wrist. "I
							expect," said he, " she refused to be carried away
							home yet. But how is it you don't stay ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Stand from the door," said Allars
							shortly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Won't you have a cigar ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I won't! Now, may I pass ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah well, she is a doocid fine little girl, and you
							" </p>
						<pb n="26" TEIform="pb" id="d196e716"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Allars' hand struck his shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Another word," he said, his eyes blazing,
							"and I will stretch you on the ground. I've warned you
							before." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The ex-Romeo laughed uneasily and struck a match with his
							left hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No harm, Allars," he said. "I'm
							always afther forgetting she is another fellow's wife. You must blame
							the boards." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars passed into the street. It was a back street of not
							much importance. To-night it was full of darkness and rain and wind. He
							had no overcoat and only a small shabby umbrella. He walked on rapidly
							with long even strides till he came to a quiet one-lamped street. Here
							his head fell forward hopelessly again, and he slackened his pace as
							though he would drag out the length of that street till the end of his
							life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For he was afraid, with the great fear of death shutting down
							close upon his heart. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e738">
						<pb n="27" TEIform="pb" id="d196e740"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER III </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">AT last he stopped before a narrow two-storeyed house. It
							stood at the end of a long white terrace. A little uneven path ran up
							from the gate to the front door. Then came two centre-worn steps and a
							stone verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars took a latch-key from his pocket, fingered it
							nervously, and leaned up against the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was listening at the door of his own home, listening for a
							voice that made the music of his lifeâ&#128;&#148;a tired child's voice, full of
							impatience and pain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All was silent, silent as death. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He opened the door and went inside. The hall was narrow, with
							rooms on one side of it and a blank wall on the other. At the end of it,
							and running up stiffly from its emptiness, was a steep uncarpeted flight
							of stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars stooped and took off his boots, and crept down the
							hall with them in his hand. At the stairway-foot he could see straight
							into the second room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a bedroom with a bare floor and very few comforts. A
							bed with drawn mosquito <pb n="28" TEIform="pb" id="d196e766"/> curtains fronted the door. He stood
							and watched; he could just see two pillowed childish heads and the
							outlines of two short forms. He sighed, and immediately, as if in answer
							to his sigh, there came from the stairs above a faint creaking and the
							soft rustling of a woman's gown. Allars looked up ; there was a world of
							suffering and anxiety on his face. The woman coming downstairs saw it,
							and hastened a little towards him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I put them to bed together," she said,
							nodding to the bed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Is she asleep ? he asked, staring into her face.
							The suppressed dread in his voice reached her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," she said gently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Gentleness seemed to belong to her, and the soft ways of
							womanhood. The contour and lines of her face were sweet; but one felt in
							seeing her that she was trying to school tenderness and sensibility into
							sternness and even callousness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was as tall almost as Allars himself; her eyes were soft
							deep grey, and her hair was like sunshine on ripe corn. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She passed downstairs, and went to the bedroom door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't you want to look at him ?" she
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Why is he not with his sister ? Why is he here ?
							" Allars asked suspiciously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He cried." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"That is nothing If she wants him, he must
							stay." </p>
						<pb n="29" TEIform="pb" id="d196e801"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went into the room and looked down at the sleeping
							children. Two little curly headsâ&#128;&#148; one golden, one darkâ&#128;&#148;lay close
							together. The dark one belonged to Allars, the fair to Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He must come back to his own bed," said
							Allars, half aloud. He looked up. "You meant it kindly, Ellen,
							I know; butâ&#128;&#148;Felise " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I know," she said. "Where is she
							? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He moved uneasily, and bent as though to lift the sleeping
							child. Ellen put her hand on his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"She won't mind," she said sadly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"She might," said the young husband.
							" And she is right. He cares more for your child than for his
							own sister. Felise is right." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stooped again. His small son's arm lay round the neck of
							Ellen's wee daughter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Little Nena!" said Ellen, as one speaking
							a loving reflection aloud. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars looked at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Did she cry for me ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A little." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And for her mother ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A littleâ&#128;&#148;the last thing beforeâ&#128;&#148;she went to
							sleep," </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He turned to her sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Look, you," he said, " they say
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">sleep </hi>sometimes forâ&#128;&#148;death." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She put her hand on his arm. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dear Richard!" she said softly, her eyes
							full of tears. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he pushed her away. </p>
						<pb n="30" TEIform="pb" id="d196e866"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I have felt it all the time," he said.
							"Let me go, Ellen." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went past her quite calmly, as though he were going for a
							walk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She heard him go up the bare creaking stairs and over the
							little landing. She heard the handle of a door turn, and his steps above
							her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then all was still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She knelt down by the sleeping children, and buried her face
							in the end of their pillow. No prayer crossed her lips, no tears ran
							down her cheeks. Deep down at the bottom of her heart was a feeling of
							gladness and relief for one taken away from misery to come. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All her thoughts were in that little upstairs bedroom, where
							the boyish father watched by his best-beloved. She remembered nights and
							days filled to her with the sound of his footsteps pacing overhead. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had gone to sleep, and had awakened to the sound of them.
							Sometimes in the grey dawn she had stolen up to the landing because her
							heart ached for these two, and though she might not enter, she liked to
							watch with them. Often she saw without being seen. Up and down he paced,
							up and down in his old bedroom slippers. His lips knew crooning songs,
							and his hands were tender as a mother's. He carried a little child in
							his armsâ&#128;&#148;a little child dressed up in scarlet and gold. On his shoulder
							a baby-head with curls of gold and large pain-frightened eyes found
							rest. </p>
						<pb n="31" TEIform="pb" id="d196e891"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Ellen would steal away again, because she always
							remembered Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But sometimes in the early evening, when the first gaslight
							shone and Felise was away at the theatre, she would go again. Then there
							would come floating: out to her childish laughter at this boy-father's
							ways. He would be a wild beast or a dog, groping along the floor on
							hands and knees. Or he would be an old beggar-man, shuffling about with
							a shawl over his shoulders and a stick in one hand. Every evening for
							weeks now he had been a minstrel-boy, singing and whistling a motley
							collection of nursery rhymes, English, Irish, Scotch. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had carried his small son on one shoulder and her laughing
							daughter on the other, and been a giant, a bogey-man, spring-heeled
							Jack, and old Father Christmas. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She almost cried to remember it all. She said to herself over
							and over : " He will never love another child; he will never
							play again; his heart is broken." But she did not cry; she only
							sat quite still and thought of the little dead child and the
							lonely-hearted father. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently she heard the turning of a key in the front door,
							and another step in the hall. She drew back quickly from the bed and the
							children, and sat there coldly expectant, erect; and with folded hands
							upon her knee. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A man stayed at the stair-foot where she and Allars had
							stood. He, too, looked into her room, and seemed to listen for a step
							from above. He, too, was boyish-looking and white-faced. </p>
						<pb n="32" TEIform="pb" id="d196e912"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This was her husband. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was clean-shaven, and his hair was cut close to his head.
							His forehead was projecting, and gave to his eyes a wistful, piercing
							look. For figure he was tall and rather broadly built; but he looked far
							more like an overgrown school-boy than a husband and a father. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Hasn't he come in?" he asked, jerking his
							thumb upwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded. " Half-an-hour ago," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He rubbed his head thoughtfully for a minute, listened again,
							and then went towards her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How is the child ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her face was quite cold. " Dead," she said
							indifferently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He drew in a quick breath and looked at her. Then he sat down
							at the bottom of the bed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face was greyish-white. " Dead ! "he
							said in an awed, half-frightened tone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded carelessly. "Richard went for
							Felise," she said. "While he was away she died. I have
							been upstairs and washed and dressed her, for I knew Felise would not
							come." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And you <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">touched
							</hi>her," he said in a horrified tone. " <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Dead</hi>â&#128;&#148;and you washed her. You dressed her and she
							was <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">dead</hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She laughed mirthlessly. " Even to one's grave one
							goes washed and dressed," she said. "It was not very
							dreadful. You carry your hatred of death too far." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You are the most perfectly heartless woman I have
							ever known. If your own child lay dying I believe you would
							smile." </p>
						<pb n="33" TEIform="pb" id="d196e964"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked at the bed. " Mary will not
							die," she said, " so we will not discuss that. What
							are you going to do ? Surely you have not come home to stayâ&#128;&#148;<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">so</hi> early." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stroked his chin without speaking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Even Felise is not home," she continued. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not home ! " he exclaimed. "
							Then she does not know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His wife smiled. " In the morning," she
							said, " she will have hysterics before rehearsal." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For five minutes they sat silent. Then his glance wandered
							round the room. When it reached a little bookshelf on a bare wall it
							grew fixed. There were only six books there, but their bindings were
							good. In that comfortless room they looked like pearls set shabbily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" They would not possibly fetch four shillings
							each," said Ellen quietly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked from her to the books and then back again, but he
							did not speak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She laughed. " It is a mistake if you think they
							would bring more," she said. " I was calculating
							to-day. That Keats was seventeen and six, I remember; but that was
							before I was marriedâ&#128;&#148;seven years ago." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I want the money very badly," he said
							slowly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You always do," she answered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Even five shillings " he added.
							" Five shillings would be a godsend. It is for a debt of
							honour." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It always is," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little golden-haired child stirred in her <pb n="34" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1012"/>
							sleep, and tightened her clasp round her bed-fellow's neck. Overhead
							there was a sound as of some one moving. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You ought to go up," said Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her husband stared. " Up <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">there</hi>!" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. Of course, I know you won't. But Richard is
							alone. I would go, only Felise would resent it if she happened to
							return." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It is indelicate—horrible to intrude at
							such a time," said her husband. "I myself would resent
							it. Any man would." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen. " I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">myself! </hi>Oh, listen
							to him, Mary, my baby. If you were dead he would like to be alone with
							you. Why, he would shudder at your little cold hand ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It pleases you to be scornful," said her
							husband. " God knows—perhaps I deserve it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was sadness in his voice, dejection in his face. Ellen
							looked at him sharply, then her eyes flew back to her books. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood up and moved to the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am going to Richard," he said in a
							hushed voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went upstairs slowly on tip-toe. His boots were too worn
							and old to be noisy, but when by chance the stairs creaked, which they
							did often, he stood still and held his breath. Then he went on again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last he reached the landing. Two rooms opened from
							it—one dark, the other with a faint light in it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He peeped round the door. This room also was a bedroom, and
							almost as bare as his own. </p>
						<pb n="35" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1060"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The bed stood in one corner, and at the first sight of it his
							blood ran cold. It was so white, so large, so <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">empty.
							</hi>He went two steps forward and stood again. There beside it, with
							his arms folded across his chest, stood the friend of his boyhood and
							youth and early manhood. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Richard," he said fearfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars half turned his head. " Selwyn," he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was nothing unusual in his tone. It was just quiet. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Won't you come downstairs ?" said Selwyn. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They both stood silent. The man at the bed folded his arms a
							little tighter; the man at the door leaned heavily upon the door-frame. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the night wore on. Felise did not come, and Ellen
							wondered at the silence. It was terrible. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last Allars sighed heavily. The sound stirred the deepest
							feelings of Selwyn's heart. He moved out of the darkness into the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Richard," he said huskily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars looked round. "Come and look at
							her," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The calmness of his voice nerved the other man. He went
							forward again, over the room to the bed. There in the centre of it she
							lay quite still. She was not more than three years old, and very sweet
							and fair. Ellen had dressed her tenderly. Her robe was white and
							daintily lace-trimmed. Her hair fell in tiny golden curls around her
							small white forehead, the little waxen <pb n="36" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1102"/> hands were crossed
							over her breast, and round the soft baby chin was a cambric
							handkerchief. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn held his breath ; his eyes, were fascinated. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She looks as though she is asleep," he
							said at last in a whisper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They watched intently. " She looks as though she had
							never lived," he said, after another pause. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Altars' mouth moved. " Sheâ&#128;&#148;the
							handkerchief," he said, with a rush of feeling. He turned
							suddenly, as though he would dash from the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn put his hand on his shoulder heavily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I could help," he mumbled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The action held Allars. He breathed hard for one full tense
							moment. Then he put up his arm and rested it on his friend's shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Like that they walked down the room and back again. Neither
							spoke, neither looked towards the bed. Only they tramped, backwards and
							forwards, backwards and forwards, in that soft baby presence, leaning
							upon each other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen down below heard them. Allars was without boots, Selwyn
							with. She guessed how they were walking. She thought of the dead child,
							the sleeping children, herself, Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How they love ! " she murmured. Then
							lower, " How <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">he </hi>loves ! Dear God, it
							does not seem possible. Only I could almost wish to die, too, if he
							would walk so for me ! " </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e1141">
						<pb n="37" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1143"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER IV </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">WHEN the grey dawn came Ellen awoke. She had slept heavily,
							and was but little refreshed. sShe remembered how little Nena had died
							and she had dressed her, she remembered Allars' silent misery and her
							own husband's efforts as consoler. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had gone to sleep to the sound of their trampings, and
							listening for Felise's latchkey. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she had only just now wakened. She went to the stair-foot
							and listened- All was silent. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I suppose Felise was too tired for
							hysterics," she murmured, as she proceeded with her toilet.
							" Although with Richard and Selwyn thereâ&#128;&#148;I am surprised she
							considered that." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She smiled bitterly. All her smiles were bitter now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Four years ago her philosophy had been that in all there was
							good, and that the evil was merely as crust to the bread loaf. She was a
							clergyman's daughter, and had been liberally educated in all the
							rudiments of charity. At eighteen she stumbled before love, young,
							fresh-featured, electric. His first kiss revealed to her <pb n="38" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1166"/>
							how many mansions heaven might hold, and the insignificance of earth's
							highest mountain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She felt as one who has been whispered of the number of the
							stars, and has been shown the finiteness of the infinite. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The moon and the stars, the heavens and the earth, all these
							wereâ&#128;&#148;Love. Love was to be life to her for to-day and for ever. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">One who thus weaves a love-band around for ever, crowds
							Eternity into to-day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Eternity rebels. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" So far," he says to the earthly
							love-weaver, " for to-day. But all the to-morrows are mine. For
							each one that you take I shall try you. Before each one there are fresh
							burdens and new thoughts. At the very end there may be a crown. But you
							must not struggle for it. You have only to weaveâ&#128;&#148;and be very
							patient." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And so the weaver goes on. Only occasionally does he remember
							Eternity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen had forgotten. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She remembered not the mansions of heaven nor the heights of
							earth. She walked along the plain of the world named Commonplace and
							Ordinary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She cooked dinners and dusted corners, and calculated how
							many pennies she could save in a shilling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she went back into the imperfect ways of rigid charity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Finding her earthly idol lacking in the ideal ities wherewith
							she had idealised him, she gave to her God a worship of awe with a
							substratum of <pb n="39" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1203"/> resentment, and not even a streak of
							beautiful living love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This morning in the streaky dawn she read a chapter in the
							Bible, and repeated her morning prayers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she went back to the stair-foot and listened. All was
							very still yet. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She wondered how her husband had dared to pass a night in a
							death-chamber. Then if he had dared. The possibility that he had not
							brought another thought to her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She darted back into her bedroom to her bookshelf. It was
							empty ! Her beloved books were gone. For the first moment the desire to
							simply cover up her face and cry was strong. The next, she turned away,
							smiling bitterly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I must have the bump of acquisition abnormally
							developed to care so much," she muttered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went into the kitchen to light the fire. Kneeling there,
							before the empty fireplace, in the colourless dawn, she looked fully
							thirty-five. She was just twenty-five. Her toilet was spruce and
							particular as ever, but wakeful nights and illness of mind and body have
							markings deeper and rapider than time. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently there came the patter of little feet through the
							hall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Baby must go back to bed," she said,
							without looking round. She was stooping still before the grate, and
							wafting a newspaper to and fro. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The footsteps paused in the doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Mary must run back to bed, and wait till mother
							comes," she continued. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">"At
								once.</hi>" </p>
						<pb n="40" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1241"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The last two words were peremptory. There was a short gleeful
							laugh behind her, and a little white nightgowned figure leapt forward
							and sprang to her back. Two soft arms clasped her neck, and a childish
							voice orderedâ&#128;&#148; </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gee-up, mumsie! Gee-up! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She threw one arm behind her, and swung the child round into
							her embrace. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">naughty </hi>boy," she
							whispered. But she put her face down and kissed the soft lips and cheeks
							and hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This was Richard's childâ&#128;&#148;and Felise's. This rogue with the
							great brown eyes sparkling and dancing with mischief, this almost
							perfectly beautiful mite with all manner of adorable ways and sweet
							eye-glances. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kissed him again and again, pretended to toast his little
							pink feet before the leaping flames, to put him under the tap, and out
							of the window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he kissed her back and hugged her, and sprang in her arms
							and bubbled with wild joyous laughter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">No one had such a laugh as this glad sweet child. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly the door flew open, and Felise stood before them.
							Felise in her stage dress still, with large wild eyes, and face
							bloodless even to the lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy, seeing his mother, scrambled out of Ellen's arms and
							ran to her. She put her hand down on his curls and held him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You are worse than heartless," she said,
							with a sob in her throat. </p>
						<pb n="41" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1281"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I am very sorry," said Ellen entreatingly.
							" I am very, very sorry, Felise." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You are <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">glad.</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am sorrier than I can say. I can only tell you I
							forgot for the moment." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You said she would die. I can never forgive you for
							that." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen did not speak. She turned to the fire, and began to
							blow it mechanically. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am going to give you a cup of coffee,"
							she said gently. She heard the door shut behind her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Must </hi>you go to rehearsal
							to-day ?" she asked. Again there was no reply. She looked over
							her shoulder and saw the room was empty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">From the hall came a sound she knew well. She sprang up and
							flung open the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Outside Felise was standing like a beautiful fury. In one
							hand she grasped a strap, and was in the act of bringing it down on the
							little white nightgowned form. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her face was almost livid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will whip the devil out of him !" she
							cried. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Ellen snatched him from her. He clung to her, shuddering,
							with tears in the eyes that had but just now been brimming with
							laughter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My darling! my darling !" whispered
							Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Give him to me," ordered Felise. Her eyes
							were glowering with an anger fast rising. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Ellen showered kisses and caresses upon him, and drew
							further away with him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A tremble came into Felise's voice. She turned her face to
							the stairway and called </p>
						<pb n="42" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1339"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Richard!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh, Felise, don't! Don't, Felise!" cried
							Ellen miserably. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Richard!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He came downstairs slowly. His face was haggard and worn, his
							eyes heavy. He had watched the night through. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He has been making a shameful noise,"
							panted Felise. " He has been shrieking with laughter, and Nena
							is dead. I demand that she shall give him to me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was my fault, he did not know," said
							Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Is he our child, or is he hers, Richard, I inquire
							? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What the devil do you want to do, women ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He laughed, and Nena is dead. I will half kill him
							for it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Give him to me, Ellen," said Richard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He lifted him into his arms and ran upstairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he came down he was yet white, and his eyes were
							wrathful for all their tiredness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go back to your room," he said to his
							wife. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She began to cry. A stranger might have said it was a boy's
							and girl's quarrel. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you hear me ?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, I hear you and I see you," she
							laughed. " I hear you ! I hear you ! I hear you ! "
							Her laughs ran through the hall wildly. After the silence they were
							terrible. Then she burst into passionate tears, and then she laughed
							again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My God!" said Allars, gazing helplessly
								<pb n="43" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1394"/> about him. " It is too much. It is too much.
							What am I to do ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen came to his assistance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will go and bring a jug of cold water and half
							drown her," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise stopped in the midst of another wild burst of weeping,
							and looked at them both. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You think I am at your mercy," she said,
							" I, a poor bereaved mother. It remains yet, that we shall see.
							Stand aside ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She moved upstairs with the air of a tragedy queen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Richard seized a hat and went out, slamming the door
							behind him. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e1417">
						<pb n="44" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1419"/>
						<head rend="left" TEIform="head">CHAPTER V </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">FOR an hour Ellen strove with her longing to find and comfort
							Richard's boy, and a new wave of hatred towards Felise rushed through
							her. She had never loved her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This morning, however, love for Richard's boy surmounted
							dislike for Richard's wife. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She thought of him while bathing and dressing her own little
							one, and she longed to perform the same motherly offices for him, too. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was even cold and short with small golden - haired Mary,
							remembering his dark beseeching eyes. And she missed him, his laugh and
							his words, and his ways, as she always did, on the days when Felise
							" kept him at home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last she put Mary down on the floor with a strict
							injunction to " be good," and went softly and slowly
							upstairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard was still out and Felise alone with her two
							childrenâ&#128;&#148;one living and one dead. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Half-way upstairs Ellen stopped. She fancied she heard a low
							whimpering cry dying away. He had been alone then. Alone and miserable
							for nearly two hours because he had laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When she reached the first little landing, her <pb n="45" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1448"/>
							heart was hot within her. There was only one door here, and it stood
							half open. It belonged to a small attic room with a sloping roof window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Under the window was a narrow, untempting bed. Ellen stepped
							to the door and looked in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise was sitting on the floor with her back resting on the
							bed. In spite of her sorrow, her passion, and her sleepless night, her
							face was yet lovely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her dress was dishevelled, her hair rough, and her face
							white. But her boy was in her arms, and her attitude, her motherliness,
							and her beautiful features were perfect. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The tears were yet heavy in her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mamma's darling," she was saying.
							" Boy shall have a big stick and beat mamma." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed. " A stwap," he said. "
							A gwater big stwap with a knot to it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And would you beat me, boy ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked roguish. " I would ask farver
							to," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kissed him again and again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh, boy, boy, mamma is so naughty. Mamma wants
							beating and burning and killing, and she wants farver to do it. O, mon
							Dieu, to be lying still and pure as Nenaâ&#128;&#148;to be quiet and cold and <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">dead! O, mon Dieu ! mon Dieu!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen moved softly away. She was used to Felise's tears and
							hysterics and tempers. But never before had she heard her long for
							death. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It seemed too incongruous. Beautiful tantalising Felise,
							still and cold. </p>
						<pb n="46" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1492"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What is it that I am, boy ? <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Une
								miserable </hi>? Some day, some day, you will awake and mamma will
							not be. She will have gone, boy, and you will be as they call
							motherless. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">0, mon Dieu! mon Dieu</hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen hurried back to the kitchen. Then an exclamation of
							anger broke from her. In the middle of the floor sat the freshly-washed
							and white-gowned little Mary. She was hugging an empty black kettle and
							trying to drag off the lid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Put down the kettle!" said Ellen sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the child did not heed her. Her small, fair face was
							alight with eagerness; her struggling fingers begrimed and busy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Put it down," commanded the mother. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Twon't tome off," said the child,
							redoubling her efforts; "stoopid ole fing. 'Twon't tome
							off." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen set her mouth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will have you obey even a look," she
							said. Then she knelt down, put away the kettle, and hit the grimy little
							hands severely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary immediately began to cry. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"When mother says put it down, you <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">put it down" </hi>said Ellen. Then she hit again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This child gave her pleasurable feelings of power as of love
							and pride. She had one life to <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">make </hi>go in the
							right way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There," she said. " Mary naughty
							girl." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">An exclamation came from the doorwayâ&#128;&#148; " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Oh, you heartless and cruel! Oh, you unnatural and cold
							!" </p>
						<pb n="47" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1551"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise stood there, her small son's hand grasped in hers, her
							beautiful eyes aflame. She darted over to the weeping child. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"How could you? Oh, how could you, Ellen?"
							She sank down on the floor and gathered the baby into her arms,
							lavishing caresses upon her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen did not speak. She smiled instead. Felise looked up
							with lovely soft eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I came to you to tell you how I am full of
							mistakes," she said, " and how that I wonder you can
							endure to live with me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You have wondered that before," said
							Ellen coldly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I know. And it is that which convinces me I am
							quite unstable. It makes me weep sometimes to think that one hour I do
							not know what I shall do the next." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You can force yourself to do what is
							right." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No; you can. But I have not the desire for the two
							hours together." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is the way you were brought up, I
							suppose," said Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, I do not blame that. It was my father who
							brought me up, you see. He was as I am." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will be to blame everlastingly for
							Philip," said Ellen, pointing to the small, lovely child. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise smiled. "You call him Philip," she
							said, " in your cold, not loving way. I call him boy, my
							beautiful, sweet, small, precious son. And who shall blame me ? Who
							shall say it is my fault if he grows up as I am ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God," said Ellen solemnly. </p>
						<pb n="48" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1594"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The children on the floor were discussing the points in their
							late whipping. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"All over my back," said Philip,
							"and my legs." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And me, too," said Mary sorrowfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And my side and my arms and my toes,"
							continued the boy ; " and I was bleedin' and bleedin'
							everywhere." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ooâ&#128;&#148;ugh!" said the little girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And the blood's all wolling downstairs." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ouâ&#128;&#148;<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">ouâ&#128;&#148;les</hi> look! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You ought to whip him for <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">that</hi>" said Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Felise laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Whip him ! " she said. " I will
							never whip him any more. He is all I have. All I have." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The tears rushed to her eyes. That was always the way,
							laughing and crying in the same moment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nena has gone," she said. " She
							is dead. My beautiful baby. If boy grows up bad and God points a finger
							at meâ&#128;&#148;when He remembers Nena He will forgive. She is one of His lovely
							and pure angels, and I have given her to Him. If I am bad He will
							remember I had a good child. If boy is bad, that he had a good
							sister." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Can't you be good for her sake, Felise ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Alas ! I would have tried, only that now I am not
							able." She crossed over to Ellen. " I am truly
							miserable," she sobbed, " and I am truly bad.
							Sometimes it is as though I am on fire and I cannot think or know. But
							now I cannot try." She sobbed bitterly and caught Ellen's hand.
							" I have done something," she whispered, "
							worse <pb n="49" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1646"/> than anything I have ever done before. I wish I had
							died, or not been born. If I am not found out, I will try then. Oh, yes,
							I will try then. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">O, mon Dieu!" </hi></p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi"> If you are not found
								out!" </hi>exclaimed EUen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah, yes; but I shall be ! I feel it coming at
							nights; I feel it coming when I am lonely, when I am laughing, when I am
							singing. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">O, mon Dieu! </hi>and I could be good! It
							then would be that boy should have a mother, and Richard a wife! Ah, I
							am truly a miserable !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The front door opened, and the two husbands came in together.
							Allars was slightly in front. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You can stay on in the house," he said ;
							" but keep out of my way." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thank you," said Selwyn. " Your
							permission reminds me I am your debtor for a few weeks' rent." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise stopped weeping, and clutched Ellen's arm. Her face
							went whiter than before. Then she ran into the hall, and looked at her
							husband. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What have you been doing ?" he asked. He
							saw her white tear-stained face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come upstairs, dear," he said gently.
							" Come and lie down; you will be ill." He put his arm
							round her waist in a boyish, helpful way. " Lean on
							me," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, boy," she whispered, weeping,
							" you are good ! Oh, boy, keep me with you, and do not go from
							me to-day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They went upstairs together. </p>
						<pb n="50" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1688"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What is the matter ?" asked Ellen of her
							husband. " You have quarrelled !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He has," said Selwyn. " I was
							giving him advice about Felise, and he blasphemed me. That is
							all." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e1698">
						<pb n="51" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1700"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VI </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THE little child Nena had been in her green churchyard-home
							for four days. The small city home that she had left seemed almost as it
							had been before she had come into it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There were no longer wild games of romps in the bedroom ; the
							little scarlet and gold dress ing-gown was laid away ; the small brother
							had one playmate less. And Felise had a new black dress with trimmings
							all of mournful <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">crepe. </hi>It had only just come
							home, and she had slipped it on to " see if it was all
							right." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In one corner of the bedroom was a curtain wardrobe. She had
							a wonderful array of shabby finery in it, but never a black gown at all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She fitted this one on eagerly, and trailed to and fro across
							the room in it. It set off her chiselled loveliness to perfection, and
							the curves of her beautiful figure. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had found, too, a new and ravishing way of dressing her
							hair, and was full of delight that her efforts were so well rewarded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">To-day, there being no rehearsal, she had devoted a long
							half-morning to the entrancing task of trying to increase her personal
							attractions. </p>
						<pb n="52" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1727"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She felt amply repaid every time she reached the end of the
							room where the round mirror hung. Her wonderful beauty and witchery were
							gifts for which she was heartily thankful. Never did she seek to
							underrate their value, nor to boast vainly of them. To her they were
							talents, to be treated reverently, and to be increased. To be beautiful,
							and to win love, were her aims in life, and no detail that could further
							those aims was slighted by her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She rejoiced to-day in the perfection of her coiffure and the
							fit of her gown : and she longed for another woman to endorse her
							criticism of herself, to sympathise or to advise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard was away upon that daily task of his â&#128;&#148;seeking for
							work ; but even had he not been, it was not Richard she wanted.
							" She desired criticism," she told herself, "
							not admiration." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last she went downstairs slowly, her dress making a
							delightful frou-frou of newness, the pose of her head half proud, half
							sad. She tapped at Ellen's door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Is boy here ? " she asked, peeping in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Seeing her, Ellen startled visibly. She did not notice the
							pallor in the beautiful face, nor its sadness, nor the petitioning of
							the eyes for woman's sympathy. She simply saw an elegant new black dress
							and an elaborate coiffure. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip is here," she said coldly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was cleaning saucepans, and at once felt plain and dirty.
							Her hair was done in a neat knob close to her head, and a large check
							apron covered her shabby dress. </p>
						<pb n="53" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1755"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go to your mother, Philip," she said
							shortly. Then she turned away, and made a rattling noise with the
							saucepan and the wire cleaner. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Are you very busy?" asked Felise
							hesitatingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, no," said Ellen. " Not more
							than usual. I'm expecting to have half done by bedtime." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Leave the work," urged Felise,
							"and come upstairs and let us talk. Then afterwards we will
							apply ourselves until there is no longer anything to do for a
							week." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Ellen crashed about and took no notice. There was one
							point that she never considered" and that was that Felise was
							the only bread winner amongst them all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise lingered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You have not told me yet if you admire my
							costume," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Admire it !" exclaimed Ellen. "
							Oh, Felise, you are the most thorough doll I ever knew." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Doll ! Doll! " said Felise excitedly.
							" Doll do you call that I am ? Then I say to you that you are a
							graven image ! You have not so much as put on a black ribbon for my
							darling. You thought I did not notice ! But she was nothing to you! Oh,
							no; I believe if Selwyn died you would not wear a yard of <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">crepe. </hi>In this skirt <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">settlement
							</hi>I have five yards." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen burst into a harsh laugh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"If Selwyn died," she said, "I
							would not have even a black border to my handkerchief." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went through the back door into the yard, bustling, busy,
							anxious over many things. </p>
						<pb n="54" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1801"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise turned away, a spot of angry colour in her cheeks. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">On the top step sat Philip. He was watching her with grave,
							considering eyes. She made a little rush up to him, and snatched him
							into her arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Mamma has bought boy a beautiful black outfit
							also," she whispered. " A suit all black." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wiv a whistle to it ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She shook her head, and drew him into the bedroom tenderly.
							From the bed she took up his sombre garments. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No whistle," she said with sweet gravity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This suit is for wee Nena, boy; to show how you
							loved her, and how you grieve that she will come back no more." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She dressed him lovingly, dropping frequent tears. Every
							touch from her fingers showed love, pride, motherhood. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To-morrow," she said, "
							to-morrow we will go to her grave; her lonely little brother and her
							broken-hearted mother. Ah ! <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">ravissement! </hi>It suits
							thee like a king." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She walked round him delightedly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Thou hast the proud mien, my boy baby,"
							she said, " and the deep beautiful eyes." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kissed him rapturously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she looked up, startled to see her husband beside her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stared at the sombre-clothed little lad, at his
							black-gowned lovely wife. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What does this mean ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stroked her gown. </p>
						<pb n="55" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1857"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is for Nena," she said in a hushed
							whisper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He did not speak. The blackness stifled him almost. He
							pressed his hands over his eyes for a second. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he took them down he saw her fumbling amongst his
							clothes, which were under the curtain also. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She came back to him with his blue serge coat in one hand,
							his sailor hat in the other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" See," she said tenderly. " See,
							beloved ! I remembered how that it would hurt you to discover you had
							been forgotten. When you were in such misery last night it came over me
							what I might do for you also. What!.' I exclaimed,
							'shall it be that I and this child-angel shall monopolise all
							the <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">crepe</hi>?' Was she not also yours ? Did she not
							worship the tread of your feet upon the staircase? <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Oui, vraiment </hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars groaned and stretched out his arms. They were always
							empty now. His shoulders never ached under a beloved burden. His knees
							were never sore with creeping over bare boards. He stretched out his
							arms, and she crept into them and folded hers round his neck. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It will be that our hearts will ache for
							always," she whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He pressed his lips to her soft white throat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And it is that we wonder why God gave her to usâ&#128;&#148;to
							despoil us so soon," she went on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was crying softly, and his tears fell on her
							newly-dressed hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip had scampered away unmissed to show his playfellows
							the beauty of his suit. </p>
						<pb n="56" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1900"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Beloved !" whispered Felise. "
							Dearest! Thou wilt be full of loneliness now for many days ! It must be.
							But it shall not be that thou shalt go with the bent head and the
							shoulders that droop. Beloved !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back her head and looked into his face with a smile
							all of love and tenderness. She lifted one of his hands to her lips and
							kissed it passionately. Then her mouth quivered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thou art all the world to me. Thouâ&#128;&#148;thou dearest
							and beloved. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Vraiment</hi>â&#128;&#148;when I see thee in a crowd
							and thy head high above all othersâ&#128;&#148;and thy eyesâ&#128;&#148;<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">vraiment, </hi>I whisper, ' He is a king, and he is mine
							!' Mine ! Not for one of those other women hast thou a glance.
							Not one of them through all the years that run into eternity shall know
							how good it is to feel thy embrace and have thy kiss." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He kissed her again and again. Her fair ways and soft words
							sweetened the bitterness of his grief. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The tears left his eyes and he smiled at her. And that smile
							was as a laurel crown to her for her skilfulness in using the gifts that
							God had given her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You one sweet woman," he whispered,
							" I love you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said it as tenderly as he had said it almost seven years
							ago when he, an ardent youth of nearly nineteen, had wooed her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Truly, boy ? Thou dost not feel that now thou hast
							found I am full of erring and naughtiness, it would have been better
							hadst <pb n="57" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1932"/> thou never seen my face ? Thou dost not feel that
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He kissed her again and again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Never!" he said hotly. "Though
							all the future is full of evil, I could never wish one day that I have
							spent with you had not been." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If thou earnest to me and showed me how that thou
							wert God's worse man, I should still love thee. If thou wert in grief
							and shame, I should love thee more!" She looked up again.
							" Now you say." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was a certain feverishness about her, and it brought a
							remembrance to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" One may love through all but shame," he
							said. "Never take hands with shame, Felise. It eats into a
							man's heart and makes life a burden to him, so that at last he will be
							glad to creep into a corner and die like a dog. Never talk of shame,
							beloved." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She gave a wild, strangled sob and sprang from his arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Surely thou art an inquisition and a funeral
							service," she exclaimed. " Truly thou hast the tongue
							of a preacher and the eyes of a denounc ing angel. I am fatigued. I have
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">ennui. </hi>Too much love is a weariness. I must
							go out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I came to fetch you," said Allars.
							" You have no rehearsal?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Noâ&#128;&#148;for which I have regret. I would like to dance
							or sing. Boy, what is it that your eyes are saying ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked at him with parted lips. </p>
						<pb n="58" TEIform="pb" id="d196e1970"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have the boat just down in the bay. I came for
							you and the child." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She clapped her hands. A soft red flush ran into her cheeks,
							and her eyes sparkled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Such a picture of gladness for a man who had prepared a
							surprise. Allars reaped a threefold reward for his thought from her
							face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thou hast a thoughtful mind," she said.
							" See, I am ready; and boy, he is ready, tooâ&#128;&#148; he has but gone
							down to Ellen. And thou shalt put on the coat with the death token upon
							the sleeve. It will be then that we are remembering our beloved
							throughout the day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She snatched up the coat and held it ready. He hesitated,
							then saw the solemn earnestness of her face. He drew off his grey one
							slowly and put on the one she was holding. Its <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">crepe
							</hi>band was very broad. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She handed him his sailor hat, black-banded also. Then she
							sighed contentedly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We can now feel happier," she said ;
							" but it would have pierced my heart to have been on the blue
							sea that laughs, and under her beautiful heavens, and no mark at all to
							show that we are bereaved." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They went down to the boat, a mournful-looking trio, husband
							and wife and child. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a long walk and the day was hot, but Felise chattered
							so merrily and tenderly that Allars was surprised out of his gloom and
							joined in her laughter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boat, a little blue-and-white skiff, with a fantastic
							" Naiad" upon her bow, lay down in <pb n="59" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2005"/> the
							bay. They went gaily down the long white road, and at every step the
							glorious sea-air, smiting them, freshened their spirits until they felt
							young and free and gladsome as they had not done for months. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was the last of their glad days together, the last time
							their laughter would float out so joyously above the blue-green waves.
							But there was no fairy elf, nor water-nymph, nor sky-sprite to whisper
							to them the word that would have blasted the goldenness out of their
							faces and left them grey. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So in their unwittingness they made plans, beautiful plans
							for all their rest-days and holidays. They were very poor, very lonely,
							and less than a week ago the dread Reaper had culled the fairest flower
							out of their hearts' garden. But to-day the world of earth and sea and
							sky was brimming with such intoxicating life that they drank it in as
							veritable earth-children, and were glad because the world was beautiful
							and it was play-day with them together. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They left the little blue bay very lazily and went out into
							the wider waters, where blue bays gleamed everywhere. All around them
							was the grave young bushlandâ&#128;&#148;many, many years younger than it is to-day.
							It ran right down in some places to the water as though it loved it and
							wanted to lie close to it. Here and there it stood, sternly cresting
							grey boulders, and then again it gave way to gleaming, golden sands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Round the " Naiad " the waters laughed;
							they seemed so glad to have this merry little craft <pb n="60" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2020"/> with
							them. And they played with her and sang to her songs of the glory of
							sunshine and sea and sweet fresh air, and all with a soft plash, plash,
							and lush, lush, for the beginning and end of every song. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Into the young husband's cheeks the red of pleasure came with
							the red of sunburn, and made him comely, and Felise laughed for pure
							gladness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thou lookest as thou didst on the morning when I
							first met thee," she said gleefully. " I loved thee
							first that thou couldst laugh. Truly, a laughing man is a gift from God.
							Many men can cackle, and some can laughâ&#128;&#148;under their skins. But thy
							laugh! It sent the blood into my heart and made me feel as after
							wine." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Poor little Felise ! I laugh but seldom
							now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No; that I know. Thou lookest" like a
							beardless Apostle. Thy mouth-corners are dropping, and two lines are
							coming between thine eyes. We have not so long for laughing, boy, that
							we can grow proud of it. Ellen is keeping all her smiles for heaven; she
							thinks there are none up there." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Allars dipped his oars into the water without speaking. Then
							he looked up gravely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ellen is a good woman, Felise," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Truly, in her bones." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wanted you all by yourself to-day, or I should
							have asked her and Mary to come. Steer more to your right, little
							woman." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her eyes smiled, as they always did at a word of endearment
							from him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"After this week," she said,
							"there will be <pb n="61" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2054"/> but few holidays for me. And next
							month we go to Melbourne. Then it will be that we shall begin to know if
							I am going to be a great actress." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wish to heavens I could shut you up in a
							honey-suckled cottageâ&#128;&#148;you and Phil." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I should be happy soâ&#128;&#148;for a month. Nay, I should be
							happy for ever, with thee and him. But I am going to be a great actress,
							boy. After Melbourne they will take me to London, and then â&#128;&#148;then King
							Irving will come, and will implore of me to play Cleopatra and Juliet
							and Desdemona at seventy pounds a night, instead of two pounds a week.
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">O, ma foi! </hi>In those days Philip, my son, thou
							shalt live like a king." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She rested her chin on her hand and stared dreamily over the
							harbour waters behind them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And we will make Ellen happy. And Mary and Selwyn.
							She shall not know what it is to labour hard any more. And thy father,
							Richard; he shall come to thee and say that thou hast not done so
							ill." Her eyes softened and glistened as though tears were
							near. " And he shall forgive thee and take thee back again to
							be his son." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard's eyes sought hers with their old adoring look; he
							dipped his oars in and out, and watched her and his boy instead of the
							sea and sky. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip, peel mamma an orange," he said at
							last. " You can make a fishing-line of the skin if you have the
							skill to peel it thinly." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Felise caught the fruit-knife he threw, and held out her
							hand for the orange. </p>
						<pb n="62" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2082"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Pass it to me, sweet son," he said.
							" My fingers are nimbler than thine. Thou hast never played
							with thy father's hair for hours and hours, as I have done." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She made him a thin winding line, and fastened a piece of
							orange on with a hair-pin for a hook. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Voila! </hi>Sit close to mamma
							and be Peter." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Peter Wedmond, mamma ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No, cherub. Peter in the Bible." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I would sooner be Peter Wedmond; he has a most
							stwemendous snake in a bottle full of water." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then thou shalt be Peter Redmond. And thou shalt
							have a snake in a bottle full of water." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy moved closer; he adored his mother. His eyes flashed
							up to hers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He killed it himself," he said.
							"He chased it home. And it bit him, and he hit it. And he
							looked over his shoulder and saw a wild bear coming. So he hit it again,
							and carried it home over his shoulder." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise laughed. " But the bear ?" she
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, it came at him <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">pelting.
							</hi>It was a vewy stwemendous bear. It had been killing dogs and boys
							all day. And Peter, he just picked up a stone and stared. And the bear
							came on. And Peter stood still. And there were no other stones and no
							sticks. And there were no twees to get up and no fences to get under,
							and no men to get behind. And Peter stood still and just stared. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Then </hi>he just <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">shot </hi>the
							stone, and it <pb n="63" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2130"/> went wight down the bear's froat and killed
							him <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">dead</hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy's eyes shone with his earnestness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise laughed, overjoyed; but Richard looked grim. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who told you that, laddie ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh," said Philip, with a shoulder shrug
							imitative of Felise, " I saw it. I was there somewhere 'bout.
							The same fings happened to me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise clapped her hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh!" she said, "he is a most
							wonderful boy; he is a genius; he will be a great novelist or a hunter
							or a red-coated soldier !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Richard frowned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He will be a liar," he said. "
							Philip !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What a frightful voice," said Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, farver." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If ever you tell me another lie I will thrash
							you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, farver. Can I tell 'em to mamma, though
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise kissed him rapturously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That canst," she said. " It
							shall not be that I will choke thy imagination. Be quiet, boy, thou
							shalt not threaten and frown." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last the long, sweet day ended, and they pulled into the
							little bay where the " Naiad " was moored. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Lovely evening shadows crept over land and sea. Blue-grey
							shadows deepening into steel-grey, with pink cloudlets and blue
							cloudlets, gold fringed, floating about where the Sun had left his
							evening's kiss. One or two pale young stars <pb n="64" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2186"/> stole out, and
							the moon hung a silver bow where the blue-grey of the sky was tenderest. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard and Felise sauntered arm in arm up the white dusty
							road, and Philip ran on in front. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In half - an - hour they were back among terrace houses and
							chimneys. City pavements were beneath their feet, city sounds smote
							their ears. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They reached their own street. Away, in front of them, was
							Philip hurrying on without a look to left or right. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed in dark grey, and
							wearing a soft felt hat, stumbled against him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip uncovered his dark curly head, as Felise had trained
							him to do, and smiled engagingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You didn't see me, I fink ? " he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man prepared to pass him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I advise you to be quick out of this
							street," said Philip, </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? " asked the man, surprised. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm just hurrying home to let out our dog. He's
							mad. If he saw you, he would tear you into smitherweens." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah!" said the man. He stopped and stared
							down from his great height into the small sun burnt face. He smiled a
							little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip covered his head again and scampered on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard pressed Felise's arm. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Walk on," he said, " and hold up
							your head. It's my father. Just walk like thisâ&#128;&#148;straight on." </p>
						<pb n="65" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2233"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But her face whitened, and she drew close to the wall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"><hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">"O, ciel! O, mon Dieu! </hi>0 that
							I might die!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" For Heaven's sake, Felise, don't be so foolish!
							Hold up your head !" said Richard sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she dropped it, and pressed close to the wall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Speak not to him, Richard, I implore !"
							she begged. " Venture not to look. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">0,
								ciel!</hi> Oh, Richard! <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">0, ciel!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard's face blazed as he dragged her forward. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the man crossed the road and disappeared from the street. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip ran up the little path and over the verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the foot of the staircase Mary was playing listlessly in
							loneliness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip held up his head and walked in, taking off his hat,
							and sighing as one tired. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" The boat capsized," he said, "
							and farver had to save mamma. I saved myself. And all the way as I was
							fwimming a most stwemendous whale kept chasing me. But I got in
							first." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e2279">
						<pb n="66" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2281"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">AT half-past ten that night Ellen reached down her Bible to
							read her nightly chapter. She and Mary were alone downstairs, Richard
							and Philip above. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At a quarter to eleven she knew Richard would come running
							down like a " school-boy from his school," and would
							open the front door to go to bring home his Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At half-past eleven or twelve, or half-past twelve, they
							would come in together, and Richard would be silent, and Felise wild and
							hilarious, or tired and impatient. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And then there would be silenceâ&#128;&#148;sleep-time silenceâ&#128;&#148;and Ellen
							would doze and weep, or doze and not weep, and some time between the
							night and morning Selwyn would come home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But it was only half-past ten yet. Ellen sat down under the
							gas-light and opened her Book. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A sudden thought of Felise came to her. She leaned her head
							on her hands and sat thinking, thinking. She had never been inside a
							theatre in her life, but her imagination conjured up a vivid scene. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She saw Felise blushless and brazen, romping, <pb n="67" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2307"/>
							skipping, coquetting before hundreds of eyes; a simpering Juliet
							sentimentalising for public favour, a hysterical Juliet dying to public
							plaudits. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She could not conceive of a Felise the same abroad as at
							home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she regarded herself, sad, toil-worn, lonely. She
							remembered her little-cared-for child, Felise's neglected oneâ&#128;&#148;her
							spotless, tidy room, Felise's undusted and clothes-strewn one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She opened her Book, a little sad smile upon her lips. The
							book-mark lay in Isaiah, a pencil mark before chapter xv. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Only nine verses to-night," she exclaimed
							with a little relief in her voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she began to read. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"The burden of Moab. Because in the night Ar of Moab
							is laid waste, and brought to silence; because in the night Kir of Moab
							is laid waste, and brought to silence." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The silence of the house seemed to deepen. It was not the
							silence of no presences, but rather of a hundred ones with bated
							breaths. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her lips moved slowly, meekly. The pallor of her face and her
							look of tiredness and patience had something of the pathetic about them.
							She came to the fifth verse. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives
							shall flee unto Zoar." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The silence was broken. She started to her feet. That rap
							upon the door was loud enough to wake an army of sleepers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went into the hall, trembling a little. </p>
						<pb n="68" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2345"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she stood still to reason with herself, and assure
							herself that it could not be Felise, because she had a latch-key, and it
							could not be Selwyn, because he also had one. Who could it be at this
							hour of the night? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't you go, Ellen," said Richard from
							above, "I am coming." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He ran downstairs. His hair was rough, and his eyes looked as
							though he had been sleeping. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I just laid down with Pip, and must have dropped
							asleep," he said, as he passed her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He opened the door, and came back immediately with an
							envelope in one hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" May I come to your door to read ?" he
							said to her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had left the hall-door open, and the wind came rushing
							into the hall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen stood aside and waited. She waited for what seemed to
							her a whole night through, standing there at the stair-foot and gazing
							through the open door into the street. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last she turned to Richard. His face was greyish-white,
							with all its boyishness gone. His eyes were staring miserably at the
							wall beyond her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What is it ? Oh, what is itâ&#128;&#148;Selwyn ?" she
							broke out fearfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He did not answer. She rushed across to his side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you hear me !" she exclaimed.
							" Speak at once. He is dead! He has killed himselfâ&#128;&#148; he
							has." </p>
						<pb n="69" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2385"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard looked at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It is not about Selwyn at all," he said.
							"It is nothingâ&#128;&#148;for you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly a sob rose in his throat, and his eyes grew wild. He
							put out his hands and seized both hers and pressed them till she could
							have cried at the pain. Then he dropped them and brushed past her into
							the hall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She caught a muttered word like " God." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Where did the boy go to?" he demanded. He
							rushed to the door and looked up and down the street. Then he came back
							and picked up one of Selwyn's hats. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going ? " she asked. She
							ran to the verandah, following him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To bring Felise home," he said.
							" Go in and shut the door." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went in and shut it. For two hours she paced up and down
							the hall and through the lower rooms. Midnight came and went. She was
							very lonely, very miserable, and her anxiety seemed to be eating her
							heart away. She sat down at last on the stairs and cried in a tired
							resentful way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Men are so cruel," she said. " I
							wonder he did not tell me to go to sleep." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went back to her bedroom and stood staring down at her
							child's happy careless face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she turned to her Bible. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will read my chapter for the morning,"
							she said, speaking half aloud, "while I have the Book
							out." So she opened at the New Testament. In her religion she
							was methodicalâ&#128;&#148;she took the <pb n="70" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2424"/> Old Testament for night
							reading, and the New for morning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This time, however, before she could commence there was the
							sound of a step over the verandah, and of a latch-key being fitted into
							the keyhole. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sat perfectly still, her feeling of resentment deepening
							because of her loneliness and anxiety. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was Selwyn. He came into the room heavily, and sat down
							somewhere near the door. She went on reading as though he were not
							there. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Five minutes dropped away for ever. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Richard and Felise are not home yet," she
							said at last, in the tone of one deeply absorbed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was reading Christ's sermon upon the mount without
							heeding a word of it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ellen ! " Selwyn said in a half whisper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She ran her finger along the line and went on reading. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ellen ! " he said again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This time she said " Well ?" coldly and
							with out interest. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He rose slowly and crossed over to her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nell!" he whispered in the tone of seven
							years ago. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ? " she said again. " Be
							quick !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For answer he knelt down suddenly beside her chair, put his
							arms round her waist and his head upon her breast. She could feel him
							shuddering. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sat perfectly still, her heart leaping wildly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This dark bowed head was dearer than life <pb n="71" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2477"/> to
							her. That it lay thus, voluntarily, made life seem beautiful and even
							death tolerable. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She bit her lips and drove her nails into her hands. He
							shivered again. Then she forgot everything upon earth but just this
							miserable boy-man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She folded her arms round him and drew him higher and held
							him closer. She put her lips upon his hair and kissed him again and
							again and again. She whispered the sweet words of her wooing time in the
							voice of her womanhood. They came strangely and tenderly to her lips.
							For five minutes she was his lover again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He burst into tears. Such tears! Great hard sobs that shook
							him from head to foot. She was terrified. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Can't you tell me, Wyn ? Can't you tell me, dear
							?" she begged in a loving patient voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He pressed closer to her, only sobbing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't think of a calamity so bad that we cannot
							face it, Wyn," she said. " You are here "
							â&#128;&#148;kissing his hairâ&#128;&#148;" and Mary is there." Then she
							hastened to add, "And Richard and Felise are alive." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wish to God you had never seen my face
							!" he said. " I wish you had never seen me,
							Nell." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't." She looked round the room.
							" There is not much else to lose," she added. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All is lost," he said wildly. "
							I am ruinedâ&#128;&#148; disgracedâ&#128;&#148;you and Maryâ&#128;&#148;my Godâ&#128;&#148;a felonâ&#128;&#148;I am
							ruined." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She pushed his head back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Speak quite clearly," she said.
							" Think what <pb n="72" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2514"/> you are saying. Are you sure you are
							not intoxicated ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I am quite sober. I am quite sane. Although you
							might wonder at it, if you knew the mill of torture I have been through.
							Nell" â&#128;&#148;he pressed towards her again and whispered itâ&#128;&#148;"
							Nell, I am a forgerâ&#128;&#148;I am a forger, Nellâ&#128;&#148; and I wish to God I were
							dead." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sprang up sharply, flinging him from her. She tore her
							collar open and gasped. But she did not speak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood up and tried to encircle her with his arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" For God's sake, Nellie, don't look at me
							so!" he said wildly. "Don't! Don't! Don't!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she drew slowly away from him, stepping backwards, her
							eyes fixed on his face with an expression he had seen in no eyes before,
							and which cowed him more than a torrent of words could have done. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He sank down into the chair she had left. The bitterest of
							his remorse passed from his face, leaving it sullen and
							frightened-looking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Are you going to tell of me?" he said.
							"Are you going to give me up?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she did not speak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I did it for your sakeâ&#128;&#148;and the child's,"
							he said; " and I only took my own." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your own ?"â&#128;&#148;she started. " Your
							own ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, wasn't it my own ? Didn't old Allars bring us
							up to expect itâ&#128;&#148;Richard and meâ&#128;&#148; didn't he <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">promise
							</hi>it, fifteen thousand to Richard and five to me ? Didn't he ?
							" </p>
						<pb n="73" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2555"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes, but " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And just because we married didn't he cast us
							offâ&#128;&#148;he and my fatherâ&#128;&#148;didn't he ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Soâ&#128;&#148;" began Ellen again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And so I took some. It was mineâ&#128;&#148;and I took it. A
							thousand pounds. I had to have it by yesterday. It was a debt of
							honour." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he went towards her and whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She started back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Felise!" she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face was full of truth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was when Nena was ill," he went on, in
							the same hushed tone. " I had taken some grapes up to her.
							Felise was kneeling at a little table writing on a cheque. You know how
							clever she is at handwriting. She had done it for a paltry ten pounds! I
							snatched it from her and charged her with it, and she began to cry. I
							took it away with me, and multiplied it by a hundred. But I swear before
							Heaven until I saw her doing it I had never a thought of it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">she didn't </hi>do it,
							then," said Ellen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, she did. The next day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen sat down and dropped her face down to the Book. Her
							tears fell in a storm and blistered the page on which the holy sermon
							was written. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn felt a little relieved at her tears. Anything was
							better than the stony horror of her face. And this at least was womanly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"She has run away," he continued.
							"She was not at the theatre to-night. She sent a wild sort of
							letter refusing to act any longer." </p>
						<pb n="74" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2604"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen went on crying, every sob growing quieter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Bright is like one demented," said her
							husband. He drew a little nearer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do not touch me!" she exclaimed.
							" For the love of God give me a little time to get over
							theâ&#128;&#148;horror of you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood patiently reared up against the wall, and watched
							her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I would give ten years of my life to live the past
							two days again," he said at last in a low trembling voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, that is so easy to say !" she
							exclaimed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have spoilt your life! Your beautiful life that
							I was going to make !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And our child'sâ&#128;&#148;and your own," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He strode down the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I am such an unholy, dishonoured wretch that I wish
							I could die," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She took out her handkerchief and dried her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You are not fit," she said. "Do
							you ever read your Bible? Do you ever go to church? Do you ever pray? I
							would have gone into the most abject poverty for youâ&#128;&#148;I would have
							starvedâ&#128;&#148;faced deathâ&#128;&#148;anything." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will get you and the child away, and I will face
							it," he said in a quavering voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" The shame is the same." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then I will hide." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh!" she cried. "That is worse.
							Leave me. Oh, be quiet! Let me think. Is it discovered yet ?" </p>
						<pb n="75" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2657"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Richard's father was in this street to-night. He
							almost ran into meâ&#128;&#148;and them. They were coming back from their
							picnic." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He broke down again, with his arms upon the mantelpiece and
							his head bowed upon them. More than ever he looked like an overgrown
							school-boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellen went out of the room quickly, for that sight was more
							than she could bear. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went into the front room and locked herself in with her
							misery. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he who had sinned slept. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He lay down beside his little golden-haired daughter and drew
							her into his arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked at her reverently. The soft, small face, pure as a
							snowdrop, was his own. His very own. The red baby mouth that he was fond
							enough of kissing, that was his own, too. The golden hair, the wee hand,
							the rounded arms. His breath came hard, and he tried to gulp down this
							new sharp pain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the little one stirred and smiled in her sleep. Then she
							did a soft, sweet thing that perhaps her guardian angel whispered her to
							do. She moved nearer and nestled close to his breast, and she threw one
							tiny, embracing arm round his neck. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He fell asleep smiling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In the morning Ellen came back and found them so. She set her
							lips sternly and bent over her child. She had to open Selwyn's hand to
							free the little pink palm. </p>
						<pb n="76" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2691"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh?" said Selwyn, waking up quickly.
							"Eh? Yes. Eh?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he remembered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Pearls before swine?" he said
							half-questioningly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she carried her child away without replying. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e2707">
						<pb n="77" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2709"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VIII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THE hall door stood wide open, and the sunshine was streaming
							in where the night wind had been. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In the hall Mary and Philip had a row of chairs and were
							playing wonderful games with them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's face was hot and excited. He was coatless and had
							his little ragged shirt-sleeves rolled up. In a shrill, highly-pitched
							voice he was issuing orders, such as, "Main in the jib mast!
							Pull up the anchor! All hands over boardâ&#128;&#148;man dwoning!" Then a
							frantic leap over chair-backs, a reckless plunge, and a comical little
							figure squirming all over the bare floor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary always followed where Philip led. It took her a long
							time to climb over the chair- backs, and she always lowered herself very
							carefully to the floor. But as she went she repeated his words in a
							cooing, babyish way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was just over her last chair-back and swinging her arms
							imitative of the now squirming Philip when a tall grey-suited man, in a
							felt hat, walked up to the door. </p>
						<pb n="78" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2730"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Man dwoning! Man dwoning!" she panted,
							stretching one little fat leg down to the ground. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All the whales and fings keep getting in fwont of
							me so I can hardly see," puffed Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Does a Mr. Allars live here ?" asked the
							man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip stood up instantly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I 'spect we're in your way," he said.
							" Do you want to come in ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'm not quite sure. Does Mr. Allars live here
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He's my farver," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man said " Pheugh ! " and stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then they looked at each other searchingly. What Philip saw
							was a sharp, thin face with a few wrinkles, quick grey eyes, and a nose
							like an eagle's beak. What the man saw was an eager child-face, with
							shining dark eyes under a tangle of dark curls. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Run in," he said at last, peremptorily,
							" run in and tell your father I wish to see him." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My farver and Felise and I live
							upstairs," said Philip, " and uncle Selwyn and my
							auntie and Mary live down. Who do you want to see ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He reared himself up against the wall, with his hands behind
							him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I want to see your father," said the
							stranger. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip set off upstairs, followed by the man. He had a quick,
							uneven way of climbing, putting up his right foot to each step and
							drawing his left one to it. An eminently childish way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And do you want to see my mamma ? " he
							asked. </p>
						<pb n="79" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2780"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Erâ&#128;&#148;hardly." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The child wheeled round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't you like her ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't know her. Go on; go on." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip went forward once more. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you know my farver ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wellâ&#128;&#148;erâ&#128;&#148;slightly. I've spoken to him ; and I've
							thrashed him once or twice." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh !" exclaimed Philip, his eyes very
							wide. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now go on, my boy; go on. Hurry up ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They reached the landing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Did you hit him wiv a stwap ?" asked
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay, and a stick and a rope-end." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The child stood still, and planted his back against a closed
							door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My farver isn't at home," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You young limb ! What did you bring me up for,
							then ? Where is he ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He's gone out fishing," said the child.
							" You better clear down again." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face was red, his eyes shining. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thank you. I'll sit down and wait." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip folded his little bare arms across his chest, and
							stood firm. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You can't wait here," he said. "
							Our mad dog's shut up here, and a lot more fings." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man put his hand on the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'll wait," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip turned round, and flung himself at the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Here's a man come to fwash you, father,"
							he shouted. " Be quick ; I'm holding him back ! <pb n="80" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2857"/> My
							farver's got a lot of stones in there, 'at he will frow at
							you," he added. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man laughed, lifted the child aside, and opened the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a bare room he was looking into, bare and
							poverty-stricken. In the centre stood a small deal uncovered table, and
							before this Richard was sitting, his arms outspread, and his head bowed
							down upon them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip felt his shoulders gripped hard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Lemme go ! " he cried, his voice full of
							fear. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He shook himself free, and rushed over to the table.
							"Wake up, farver," he cried, "he's come to
							fwash you ! Get up quick, farver." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard raised his head; his face was perfectly white, and
							his eyes looked dazed. But when he saw the man standing behind his small
							son, a wave of red rushed up to his forehead and his glance fell. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I want Selwyn as well as you," said the
							stranger. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No; you only want me," said Richard. Then
							he straightened himself, and stood upright. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space the men stood looking into each other's faces.
							Then a sudden wave of life seemed to rush through the elder one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Curse </hi>her!" he
							said, almost savagely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard started. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not her," he said. " Not her,
							fatherâ&#128;&#148;but me. Curse me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She has dragged you down to it; and curse her, I
							say." </p>
						<pb n="81" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2907"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard put his little son on to the landing, and closed the
							door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not a word against her; not a word!" he
							said, coming back and facing his father half wildly. "Though
							you are my father I won't stand itâ&#128;&#148;I " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is sheâ&#128;&#148;this woman ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"She has gone out," said Richard, his eyes
							glowing; "but she will be back soon." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is a lie! She has left you, and you know
							it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that Richard sat down and buried his face in his hands; he
							could bear no more with a brave face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good heavens, man! do you know what you have done
							? Do you know why I am here ? " his father burst out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," answered Richard, dully ;
							" I'm a forger. I've used your name to the extent of ten
							pounds." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And a thousand." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard sprang up. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A thousand !" he shouted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah ! " said his father, breathing hard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space they stared at each other again, then Richard
							dropped down heavily into his chair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well ? " demanded his father. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nothing," mumbled Richard from behind his
							hands, "exceptâ&#128;&#148;Iâ&#128;&#148;I didn't think you had found that
							out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His father's face seemed to grow grey. He moved mechanically
							over to the door. All was done he had come for. </p>
						<pb n="82" TEIform="pb" id="d196e2960"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Iâ&#128;&#148;I was going to give the thing to the
							police," he said slowly; "but, somehow, the thought
							came to me that you " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Iâ&#128;&#148;I don't much care if you hang me," said
							Richard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His father went on. At the door he looked over his shoulder
							for a moment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard leapt forward. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A word !" he cried. " One
							word," his voice broke, " father! If I have sinned,
							God knows I have suffered. A wordâ&#128;&#148;one little one " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His father reached the head of the staircase, stopped, went
							on, stopped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God spare me the sight of your face
							again," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he went downstairs slowly, head bent, shoulders bent. In
							the hall he came face to face with Selwyn. He laughed hoarsely at the
							sight of his white face and frightened eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gad ! " he said, " marriage
							appears to agree with you both." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn sighed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We made our beds," he said, "
							and we expect to die on them." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And the sooner the better. Look, you; Richard is a
							damned rascal, and I don't know how much better or worse you
							are." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn started. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"This much different," he said in a low
							quick way, " that I would shoot myself before I would injure
							the man who was better than my father to me. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The other man stopped short and looked hard <pb n="83" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3008"/> at
							the white boyish face. Then he walked quickly down the hall, and out of
							the front door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Selwyn returned to the solitude and silence of the front
							room. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e3016">
						<pb n="84" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3018"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER IX </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">JUST between daylight and dark Richard came downstairs. He
							walked slowly with head and shoulders bent. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The door of the front room was ajar, and Selwyn watched him
							from within. He saw him stumble among the chairs and toys, and in a
							dull, patient way put them aside. He saw him stand still and look down
							at his little busy son. He watched anxiously, pressing towards the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Going out, farver ? " Philip asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard did not answer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Going to bwing Felise home ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard groaned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The child reared a walking-stick, that repre sented a fiery
							steed, against the wall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Woaâ&#128;&#148;woaâ&#128;&#148;there," he said, then looked round
							again. "Didn't know you had a farver, too," he
							continued, in a sociable little way. " Thought only little boys
							and girls had farvers. Not farvers 'emselves. Has your farver got a
							farver ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come here to me, laddie," Richard said in
							a broken voice. </p>
						<pb n="85" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3052"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" In a minute. Wait till I tie up this fellow. He
							keeps kicking wiv his fwont legs and kicking wiv his back legs till it
							makes it hard for a person to hold on. And did you like your farver ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He left his steed at last and went down the hall. Richard
							stooped and lifted him into his arms. He passed his hand over the short,
							unruly curls. He kissed the little earnest face again and again. Then he
							put him down abruptly and went out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn came from the front room, Ellen from the back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going ?" she asked quietly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He started and hesitated. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip took up the question. "Oh, just out to shoot
							a few bears and fings," he said, seizing his stick and leaping
							upon it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Out," said Selwyn shortly, and picking up
							a hat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Very well. Onlyâ&#128;&#148;leave Richard alone.'' </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, specially ? He knows nothing yet." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have such horrible feelings. I have such
							horrible dreams." She began to sob, trying not to cry.
							" I implore you, Selwyn, to leave Richard alone." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn looked sullen. " I'm not going near
							him," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went out. Down towards the street end was Richard, walking
							very slowly. His face was set towards South Head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn hurried after him and caught him up at the corner. </p>
						<pb n="86" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3095"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All day long he had been weaving plans and trying to see a
							clear way outâ&#128;&#148;an easy, unhurt- ful way out of this tangle of
							wrong-doing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A confession, one that would lay a halfâ&#128;&#148;and that the better
							oneâ&#128;&#148;of his soul bare was his latest resolve. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He reminded himself that Richard was gener ous, that he loved
							him with no fearful half-love, and that Felise had sinned also. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But his plans were very feeble and only half formed, and he
							remembered with sorrow their quarrel of a few days ago. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He passed Richard with his head bent and his eyes on the
							ground. He looked like a man whom all the world was against. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So they walked on a few yards, slowly and alone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then suddenly Selwyn wheeled round and came back. "
							I can't do it, Dick," he said huskilyâ&#128;&#148;" I can't do
							it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard looked up. He had not seen him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Give me your hand," continued Selwyn,
							" and forget the past." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He grasped the down-hanging arm by the wrist and swung it
							backwards and forwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They turned into another road now and walked on, straight
							towards the Heads. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going ? " asked Selwyn pre
							sently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard laughed wildly. " To the devil," he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then I'll go with you," said Selwyn
							promptly, and at that they both laughed. </p>
						<pb n="87" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3141"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That was a little better. Selwyn flung one arm over his
							friend's shoulder, and they walked on in school-boy fashion together.
							Selwyn knew better than to break the silence. He knew, too, the
							gratitude and relief that must be in Richard's heart, because one, the
							friend of all his past, had volunteered to take the wide road to
							destruction by his side, and was tramping thus gripping his shoulder.
							But Selwyn had limited his silence to this road. He allowed the way back
							for his half-confession, and tried to arrange his points. At the
							turning-place, however, Richard still kept on. The road they were in now
							was bordered by rock and scrubland, and led over sheer cliffs to the
							sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Felise won't come backâ&#128;&#148;yet," remarked
							Selwyn, as though he had just arrived at a conclusion. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How much do you know ?" asked Richard
							hoarsely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Just this much," replied Selwyn, gripping
							a little harder. "That I found her doing it and remonstrated
							with her. Before Heaven, Dick, I thought when I left her she had given
							it up. She was so sorry. She cried so. She seemed heart-broken. And it
							was only for ten pounds." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Look here," whispered Richard with a sob
							in his throat. " Read this." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He brought out a crumpled piece of paper. The gathering
							darkness made reading almost impossible, but Selwyn spread out the paper
							on the palm of his hand. Then he struck a match and stood still to read. </p>
						<pb n="88" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3163"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard waited by his side and watched his face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And this is what he readâ&#128;&#148; </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This is from Felise the miserable, to tell yon,
							Richard, that I am going away from you to-night â&#128;&#148;now. Even while you are
							reading this I am travelling to put as large a space of the world as I
							can between my beloved and myself. Boy, dearest, I have what you call
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">forged </hi>your father's name for ten pounds. I
							am as you will say in shame and full of disgraceâ&#128;&#148;therefore I shall creep
							into a corner of the world and hide me, so that the shame cannot be
							brought home to you nor to our Philip. I reasoned that your father had
							so much, and our Nenaâ&#128;&#148;did she not want largely ? And with that money I
							purchased for her much happiness. Oh, boy, dearest, had they not found
							me out, I should have been so good. And I would have grown great, and
							then happiness would have come. Nowâ&#128;&#148;all is over. I shall see you no
							more. Never more. But all through the long years without you my arms
							will be empty because of you, and my heart will be hungry always. And on
							my lips no kisses shall ever fall, for my lipsâ&#128;&#148;are they not yours, and
							shall they not be yours for ever ? </p>
						<p rend="right" TEIform="p">" FELISE." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn had to strike three matches to read it through. It
							seemed very long to him, and he wondered all the time what he was going
							to say when he came to the end of it. </p>
						<pb n="89" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3184"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He folded it up carefully, tenderly almost, and handed it
							back to Richard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"That is only the beginning," said Richard,
							beginning to walk on again. " I must tell you the rest. Doesn't
							it strike you as strange, Wyn â&#128;&#148;doesn't it strike you as devilishly
							strange, that while she was forging one cheque, I was another ? Why
							couldn't I do it, and serve for us both, old man ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You!" cried Selwyn, turning to him and
							staring in bewilderment. "You ! Great heavens!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard stared on feverishly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Even I!" he said bitterlyâ&#128;&#148;" I,
							to rob my own father! Put it into words, Wyn, and strike me dead with
							reproaches if you can! Only, for the sake of our old friendship, keep it
							between you and your own soul about Felise !" He seemed to be
							choking down his heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"What was your sum?" asked Selwyn, in a
							dry, hard voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Mine?â&#128;&#148;mine was a thousand pounds," said
							Richard wildly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Selwyn knew what it was his friend was doing. He was
							wrapping a black cloak of sin over his whiteness, and calling it hisâ&#128;&#148;
							his own, because he believed it belonged to Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And who was there to tell him that it was not Felise at all,
							but himselfâ&#128;&#148;Selwyn ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard watched him furtively. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm waiting for you to give me your pledge, old
							man," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Selwyn shook his head. </p>
						<pb n="90" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3224"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wait a bit," he said. " Wait a
							bit, Dick. All that's a lie, you know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Richard turned round. His face whitened under its sunburnt
							skin. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why is it a lie ? What do you mean ? " he
							demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Selwyn felt that he was running away from himself. He pulled
							up for a minute. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Felise forged," he began, " and
							" then he stopped. " First of all," he said,
							" remember what I said about her and Bright " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"If you say that to me again," said
							Richard, " I'll strike you downâ&#128;&#148;there, where you
							stand." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, no, you won't! Easy a bit! Easy, Dick ! You
							have been telling a splendid lie, old man, thinking to shield Felise,
							and all theâ&#128;&#148; ah ! steady there, Dick ! the devil " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He swung round, one fist ready clenched, the other hand
							spread out ready for guard. In his face was white blind passion from
							Richard's heavy blow. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He forgot every honourable motive, Felise and the world. Only
							his anger flamed up into such madness, that he was as one drunken. With
							a muttered oath he lunged forward, to strike him whose shoulder he had
							just now been embracing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next second they were locked in each other's arms,
							fighting breast to breast, eyes glaring, breath rushing and panting,
							there with the grey rock under their feet, and whitened sky above their
							heads. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were both so young and strong, both so <pb n="91" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3260"/>
							reckless and desperate, that it would seem they were striving for each
							others very life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The pale stars came out coldly, they were fighting still,
							with bated breaths and blanched faces. And a purple billowy cloud
							floated over the sky, and they were fighting still. And it crept up
							close to the silvery face of the moon, closer and closer, and then they
							were not fighting. And it touched the moon and blotted out her smile
							from the gaze of the earth, and they were both still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For one was afraid, with the beginnings of the most terrible
							and desolate fear in the world, and the other was dead. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space the cloud flung a shadow over the earth, and over
							the spot where the two living men had been. Then it passed away into
							darker sky regions, where other clouds were piled cloud upon cloud, in a
							universe of black and purple. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then one trod softly, with creeping stealthy tread, away
							towards the silent bushland. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he came back again. Back over the scrub and the sand to
							the dead man's side. And he stooped and raised his head from the
							death-striking jagged rock, and lifted him into his arms. Then he bore
							him forward towards the cliffs and the sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And as he walked the moon was hidden once more by a cloud,
							and he trod through the darkness with the dead. And he felt secure
							almost, because he remembered not that with God darkness and light are
							as one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he came to the cliff edge and heard the <pb n="92" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3284"/>
							beating and the surging and the swelling of the ocean, and thought of
							the number of the dead sleeping in those vast depths, he felt calmer.
							Surely there was room there for one other sleeper ? Surely this cold
							awful secret would be safe down there in the Ocean with the dead and the
							deep, deep silence ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went into a little patch of bush and laid down his burden.
							The white rigid face stared at him. He drew back Shuddering. It stared
							pitilessly. Then with one wild cry he sprang away and fled through the
							night. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e3292">
						<pb n="93" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3294"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER X </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was midnight on the sea. Midnight full of the hushed peace
							and holiness that we ascribe to eternity and death. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The harbour lay like a dark sheet of glass with an uneven
							edge under a white starless sky. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Here and there was a red light, or a blue, or a golden, where
							a vessel was moored, and over the water there came at intervals the long
							white rays from the revolving light at South Head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Round by the harbour edge a small boat was shooting. She kept
							among the shore shadows, and went silently, almost as they lay. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">On and on she went, drawing nearer and nearer to the grim
							outline the Heads made between sky and sea. Then she slipped round and
							gained the water-stretch between the harbour and the ocean. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Here the land and the moon made long streaks upon the waters. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boat laboured through, and at last turned round to the
							south and rode on over the waves of the ocean. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After awhile she made slowly for land. It was dangerous, for
							the waves surged to the foot <pb n="94" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3323"/> of sheer cliffs. But she sped
							along, and then shot swift as an arrow almost into a little opening
							where a little patch of sand lay at the foot of the rocks. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then one stepped from her, walking through water as deep as
							his waist, and drew her land- ways and fixed her to a rock. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then swiftly and silently he scaled and climbed to the
							heights above. Only one whom death had stared in the face and threatened
							and terrified dared have attempted it. Only one fleet-footed, agile, and
							strong, would have succeeded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last he stood there, high above the water, far down
							beneath the sky. Alone, guilt-stricken, desperate. He went on, on, on,
							through the silence and over the rocks, till he came to a white road.
							Then, torn, bleeding, weary as he was, he ran, swiftly and painfully,
							till he came to one separate, lonely little patch of scrubland. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He plunged in amongst the darkness, fearfully, tremblingly,
							till he stood where a white, dead face stared up to God. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he gasped and panted and sobbed tear- lessly. Then he
							stooped and raised the burden slowly into his arms, and put it on his
							shoulder and set out again toward the sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the end of the white track he looked backwards. And then
							did a great fear and trembling fall upon him, so that he laid his burden
							down and fell face downwards upon the ground. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For there in a line behind him was a mark, and he knew that
							it was blood, the blood of himself and this strange, still friend. </p>
						<pb n="95" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3349"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space that seemed longer than all the years of his life
							gone by, he lay there. He saw himself as boy, youth, and man, and him
							who had been closer than a brother as boy, youth, and man also. He saw
							them going over the pleasant places and up the steppes of the world hand
							clasped. He saw their wives and little innocent children, and a great
							and terrible cry broke from his lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he rose up again, and without one backward glance
							carried his burden as before, and went down the face of the cliff, down
							to the beautiful sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he felt when he stood at the bottom that he had climbed
							from the region of all love and purity in unconsciousness and
							bewilderment, and yet of his own strength, to the nethermost abyss where
							the damned are for evermore. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He almost tottered through the water to the boat. He slid the
							heavy rigid body into the boat, where he had spread a sail out to
							receive him. And he climbed over the boat's side in to him, and he bound
							him up all but his head and weighted him. And he bowed his knees to God,
							there in the boat, and he beat his breast, and a cry broke from his lips
							and fled over the water. Then he stooped towards the smileless stern
							face, and laid a kiss upon the cold forehead ; and he, with a brother's
							blood upon his hands, sent a heart prayer to the white heights of Heaven
							that God would bless this dead man and receive him unto Himself. And he
							kissed him again, and covered up his face. </p>
						<pb n="96" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3363"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he pushed out from the shore, and they went away
							together over the sea, the dead man and the living. But his hands were
							nerveless, and he could not ply the oars, so that the waves carried them
							which ways soever they listed. And the wind played with them, and Spun
							them round, Carrying them further south. Again and again did the white
							flash from the lighthouse pass over them; until, suddenly, the boat was
							tossed round by a billow too far to right herself, and shot arrow-wise
							over the next great wave. So she lay still and quivered, and received a
							mighty ocean mountain upon her side. At that she turned slowly over. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the sea opened black and cold, and the shrouded form sank
							down and down into the still depths, until that time when there shall be
							no more any death nor any sea. And one rode over the waves alone, his
							hands clinging to an oar, and his face staring upwards and forwards over
							the midnight ocean waves. </p>
					</div2>
				</div1>
				<div1 type="section" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div1" id="d196e3374">
					<head type="div1" TEIform="head">PART II</head>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e3379">
						<pb n="97" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3381"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER I </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">UPSTAIRS in Felise's room the daylight was giving place to
							soft strange shadows. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip, standing in the doorway, was staling at them with
							widely-opened startled eyes, and trying to define them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Downstairs in the gaslight were Ellen and Mary, but he had
							stolen away from them to " go home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was an ache at his heart that demanded father or
							mother, and that not Ellen's tenderest gentleness could have softened. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Besides, she was not very gentle with him just now, or only
							in a fitful impulsive way strange in her. To-night she had appeared to
							forget him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had put Mary to bed more like a careless nursemaid than a
							loving mother. The goodnight kiss was bestowed coldly; there was no
							lullaby, no game of " peek-a-boo " with a baby-face
							and a mosquito net. Then she had gone away down the hall and into the
							front room, and knelt down by the window. </p>
						<pb n="98" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3405"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For awhile Philip found enjoyment in that bed-time had come,
							and he was still up. And he kept very still and chuckled to himself, and
							felt sorry for Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then, perhaps because he was so tired, perhaps because he had
							not seen her for five whole days now, a cry rose up in his heart for his
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">own </hi>mother and his <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">own</hi>
							bed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So he left a row of sticks that represented soldiers and went
							" home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But how chill and silent it was! How the shadows grew and
							grew in mystery and size, and mocked at him just because he was small
							and alone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He knew that corner gloom was the place where his mother kept
							her gowns, and his father his suits, but he said in a whisper,
							" It's just like a camel without a hump," and he
							stared hard at it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And this other corner quite close to him, with the crouching
							bending form, how weird and dreadful it was ! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He felt like bounding forward one moment and rushing away the
							next. But he stood his ground, and putting out one hand knocked loudly
							on the door. He tried to make his voice sound deep and manlike, but it
							quavered and ran over the room so oddly that the very shadows seemed to
							laugh at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hi! Any one in there ?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had never been afraid of the dark in his life, but a
							little hot feeling ran over him when he saw the "camel without
							the hump" move upwards and forwards. </p>
						<pb n="99" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3442"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hi!" he said again, and trembling
							greatly. " Where'd I put my gun now ? Bless me! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He turned to go downstairs, but a long low
							"sshâ&#128;&#148;boy," arrested him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He hesitated a second longer, then bounded forward across the
							room and into warm loving arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the ache ran away out of his heart, because this was his
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">own </hi>mother, and he was in his <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">own </hi>home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She said to him whisperingly, with her lips on his cheeks,
							" Boy is going to be a man. A man like his brave
							father." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said " Yes," sobbing in his relief and
							sense of something dreadful present. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And boy is going to try to grow up like his dear
							father, because some day, some beautiful day, papa will come back and
							stay with us for always." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is he ? " asked Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But his mother cried bitterly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, boy," she said, with her cheek upon
							his, "I am going out into the world to seek him. He is not
							dead! He is not dead ! Ah, pray to the good God that it is not
							heâ&#128;&#148;Richard !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She raised him in her arms and carried him over to the bed.
							" For the last, last time for many weary days," she
							whispered, " perhaps for ever." She kissed him again
							and again, laying him down. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he fixed his eyes upon her beautiful white face and
							waited for her next words. But she sat silently watching and caressing
							him, and <pb n="100" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3487"/> his lids fell to, and opened again, and fell to,
							and opened half-way, and then fell to, and fluttered and lay still. And
							a deep sigh parted his lips, so long and deep that before it had ended
							it had wafted him away into the sweet mazy paths of dreamland. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And then, a long, long while afterwards, it seemed to him,
							that he saw the sun rolling and falling through the sky, and that at
							last it came right down to the earth for him and Mary to leap at and
							play with. And it shone into his eyes and almost blinded him, so that he
							put out his hands to turn it away. But another hand took his and held
							it, and soft lips caressed it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled and said, " Mamma, look outâ&#128;&#148;the sunâ&#128;&#148;you
							are tweading on it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then, a long way offâ&#128;&#148;it seemed from some where behind the
							sunâ&#128;&#148;his mother spoke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She said, " I am going away, Mr. Allars, I am going
							away where I shall see him never more. I have accepted your termsâ&#128;&#148;they
							are cruel and hard, but I have accepted them. Philip shall not remember
							his father, and you shall teach him to forget his mother." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip struggled to find her, but a great light was
							blazing into his eyes so that he could not open them. And he lost the
							sound of the voices and went a great way off to chase a butterfly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he found them again, a harsh one was sayingâ&#128;&#148; " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Pray to your God, madam, that your busband is
							dead. It is my prayer, though he is my <pb n="101" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3511"/> son. The living man
							is a murdererâ&#128;&#148;so sure as there is death for us all." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Ellen's voice broke in sobbinglyâ&#128;&#148; </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But both may be deadâ&#128;&#148;Feliseâ&#128;&#148;-Feliieâ&#128;&#148;â&#128;¢ both <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">are </hi>dead. How do they know that one was saved
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then a long time of uneasiness and terror came to Philip, in
							which he flew through space on a walking-stick that had tiresome
							" ways." And he whipped up his stick and flew and flew
							and flew, because behind was another man with ropes and sticks and
							straps, come to beat his father. And he felt him coming closer and
							closer, and he heard him speaking louder and nearer, and his heart told
							him with a great throb that it was the " bogey " man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then his walking-stick slipped away and he could not catch
							it, and the earth slipped away and he could not stand, and the sun went
							whirling round and round, and there was no one to see or know but just
							himself and this sharp-faced "bogey" man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He gave a great start and his eyes flew open, and he saw
							around him a soft blue darkness full of strange far-away sounds, and
							above, a sky of twinkling golden stars, and in front, a horse's tail
							that kept appearing above a black patch and then disappearing again. And
							he heard the sound of horses' feet over stones, and he felt that he was
							driving, driving at a great speed. But whether on the earth or the sun,
							he was not sure. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he looked to his side and upwards. <pb n="102" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3535"/> Here,
							close to him, was the dread man of his dream thoughts. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">How his eyes glittered! What a long hooked nose he had, and
							what a long grey beard. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well," said the harsh sharp voice,
							" are you going to cry ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that Philip felt a little hot, because he had wanted very
							much to cry. But he gulped something down in his throat and sat boldly
							upright. Then he stared very hard into the man's eyes and said,
							" I'm twying to fink where I am. It gives a person sus a funny
							feeling not to know where he is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the great man laughed a grating hard laugh that was not
							pleasant to listen to, and that shook the seat they were sitting on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now I come to think of it," he said,
							" you're the young limb who owned the mad dog." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip's heart quaked and sank within him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," he said, "I was only zust
							fwitening you a bit." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At which the man laughed again, until it seemed a grave
							remembrance came to him, when suddenly the laugh went away, and he sat
							staring out into the night with an expression half ferocious, half sad. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip put up a petition to be taken home, but it was not
							heeded. He asked for his mother with his lips trembling and his eyes
							heavy with tears, but no notice was taken of that either. </p>
						<pb n="103" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3567"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then a cry ran from his lips out into the night, a wild,
							frightened cry for " Farver, farver !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But a heavy hand fell on his shoulder and a stern voice bade
							him be silent, so that he choked back his next half-uttered cry and sat,
							a little huddled-up heap, in his corner of the cab. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then they drove into a region of cabs and omnibuses and many
							lights. The shriek of engines smote Philip's ears, and he recognised
							with a great heart-throb that they were at the railway station. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His breast heaved for one tumultuous minute, the next he was
							lifted out and stood down, a morsel of a boy among that great throng. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There darted through his mind a determination to save himself
							from a terrible fate, and he clenched his hands and set off at the top
							of his speed down the crowded platform. Under men's arms he darted, over
							boxes, past trollies, regardless of everything on earth except making
							his escape from his eagle-nosed captor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">With a loud cry he flung himself before a little
							white-looking lady. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Save me! Save me!" he cried, clutching
							her skirts. " Oh, save me! He's stealing me !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But a hand seized his shoulder, and he was swung up into
							strong arms that felt like iron bands around him, swung up and borne
							away down the platform. He shut his eyes for one dizzy minute, and when
							he opened them, he and this terrible man were alone in a railway
							carriage. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Iâ&#128;&#148;don't wantâ&#128;&#148;to beâ&#128;&#148;stole," he said, with
							heaving chest. </p>
						<pb n="104" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3597"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man looked at him consideringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"How old are you ?" he asked at last. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Six and a bit," replied Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then," said the man, " you are
							old enough to understand what I am going to tell you. I am your
							grandfather, and am taking you home to live with me. You will live with
							me always, and do as I tell youâ&#128;&#148;always." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But," persisted Philip, " I want
							my farver and my mamma." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You have neither father nor mother. You have no one
							in the world but me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But I don't want you. I want my own farver and my
							own mamma." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The train went whizzing onwards, through darkness into
							darkness. Philip repeated his statement two or three times, " I
							want toy own farver and toy own mamma," but his grandfather
							took not the remotest notice. Instead, he undid a strap of rugs and
							threw one over to the opposite seat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Fix yourself up in that and go to sleep,
							youngster," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip sat upright and rubbed his knuckles into his eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wantâ&#128;&#148;to go home !" he quavered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You're going. Lie downâ&#128;&#148;Philip ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Such a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Philip. </hi>Sharp, loud, and full
							of sternness. Not such a one had entered into his life before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He threw himself down precipitately, and cuddled up to the
							seat back as though it were a friend. </p>
						<pb n="105" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3647"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now go to sleep." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He closed his eyes at once. Two long half-strangled sobs ran
							round the carriage, then came a few little pitiful hiccoughs, so
							heartbroken that Felise would have wept to hear them. Then a silence,
							broken only by the noise of the train and the occasional rustling of a
							newspaper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And sleep came to him in the silence, and joyous memories,
							and of all his beloveds there was not one that he missed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the night wore on and grew old, and day rose blushing and
							half afraid over tree-covered hills. But still the train sped onwards,
							and still Philip slept. They left the hills behind them, and came to
							where all the earth seemed one great brown-green plain, and still they
							sped on. On, on, on, till they left the plain behind them too, and went
							near and nearer to the foot of a green high mountain range that ran
							horizon-wise across all of the earth before them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then it was day. A day of goldenness and blazing heat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip turned over, rubbed his knuckles into his eyes, and
							awoke. And at the same moment the train stopped. Then another stern
							" Philip " sounded through the carriage. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Jump out," said his grandfather, if and
							run over to a buggy with a black boy in it, and get in." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip hesitated and his lip began to tremble. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather looked at him from over that eagle nose of
							hisâ&#128;&#148;such a look, and with never a word at all, behind or before it! </p>
						<pb n="106" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3677"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He dropped down from his seat at once, sped through the open
							door, and across the platform to where three high shabby-looking buggies
							were standing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At each one he stared inquiringly, but it was at the third
							that he stopped. It possessed two horses and one seat, and upon the
							seat, holding the reins, was a very small brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hi! are you a black boy ?" shouted Philip
							from far below. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? " said the man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked over his shoulder and saw his grandfather,
							bag-laden, approaching. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Quick ! Get me up, quick!" he said
							fearfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Clear off," said the man gruffly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But after one more glance over his shoulder, Philip scrambled
							up by aid of the wheel and a little perched-up step. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi"> Are </hi>you a black boy
							?" he demanded again, staring into the man's face. His
							grandfather threw in his bundle of rugs and swung himself up the other
							side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh? Wot d'ye think?" asked the man,
							grinning from ear to ear, and staring back into the little questioning
							face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I fink you're only bwoned," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Sit down," said his grandfather.
							" Here, on the rugs." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he seized the reins and away they flew. Philip had
							never, even in his imagination, which was studded with fiery steeds,
							been behind such horses as these. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Up hill, down hill, over plain, it was all the <pb n="107" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3726"/>
							same, all one mad, wild canter. For a space his heart was fluttering in
							his throat and his face was white because of his fear that he dare not
							put into words. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last his grandfather spoke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Richard's boy," he said shortly.
							" I suppose you've read it all in the papers. Either your boy
							or mine is a murdererâ&#128;&#148;confound it!" This last and a mighty
							whip-lash to a stumbling horse. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Tis yours," said the brown man.
							" I've read." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wouldn't stake my life either way. It appears
							they hadn't quarrelled, so the Lord only knows why they
							fought." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wot makes 'em say one 'scaped beats me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's mere surmise. I'm inclined to think one's
							murdered and t'other's drowned." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Another space of silence. Thenâ&#128;&#148; " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Why didn't Numa come to meet me ?" asked Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Becos I did." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They drove on for something like six miles without another
							word. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip plucked up courage to look around him. They were
							amongst trees, driving through what seemed to be trackless bush. Every
							now and again they would jolt over a fallen tree-branch, rattle down
							horrid ruts, flash sideways over the earth till the little brown man
							seemed almost on the ground and Philip stared up into his grandfather's
							face, which looked level with the tree-tops. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last they swerved round and stood still. <pb n="108" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3766"/> The
							brown man. put two fingers to his lips and gave a long piercing whistle.
							When they moved on again some one leapt upon the step and a young black
							face shone down into Philip's. The suddenness of its appearance made him
							draw back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The black face expressed amazement and incredulity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Think him debilâ&#128;&#148;debil ! Haw ! Ha!" said
							the brown man, which struck even Philip as a lengthy sentence to fall
							from his lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip sat wordless. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This Massa Philip," said Mr. Allars, with
							his eyes horsewards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Massa Feelip!" said the black boy, with a
							large smile on his lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. You teach him swim, ride, shoot! Nowâ&#128;&#148;down,
							damn you, and hold the horses." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The brown man hopped down one side, and Philip felt himself
							gripped by one arm and swung downwards till his little dangling legs
							reached mother earth. Then he tottered and rolled about like one
							drunken, because his feet had forgotten the way to stand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eeâ&#128;&#148;eeâ&#128;&#148;ee !" said the black boy, laughing
							at him from under the horses' heads. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? Haw! Ha !" said the brown man with a
							hideous cackle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hurry up to the house, youngster," said
							his grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip hurried blindly forward. In front of him stood a large
							weatherboard cottage, but between him and it were three
							unfriendly-looking dogs. </p>
						<pb n="109" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3804"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He half stopped. Beside him was his grandfather watching him
							with sharp dark eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hurry now ! " he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip walked forward past the dogs, which bounded round
							him and sniffed at him and growled, on to the house. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And his bravery arose out of his great fear. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Look at that! " exclaimed his
							grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? " said the little brown man. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e3826">
						<pb n="110" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3828"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER II </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IN all the house there was not a woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip had not accepted this as a fact without investigation,
							but now, after three days, he sor rowfully acknowledged it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had searched everywhere. Numa made the beds, Numa swept
							out the rooms, Numa scrubbed the floors. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Even in the kitchen there was nothing more suggestive of a
							petticoat than a large white apron. And that enveloped the fattest and
							ugliest black fellow Philip had ever seen. His name was Caesar, and he
							cooked the dinners and washed the clothes and " wiped up
							" the dishes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Besides Caesar and Numa, no one lived in the house but
							Philip, his grandfather, and the small brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">No, there was not a woman anywhere. Hav ing reached that
							conclusion Philip sat down tailor-fashion on the boards of the large
							wide hall and considered the position. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather passed him, stood at the door, switched a
							whip on his leggings and whistled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had done that yesterday morning too. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa appeared leading a thin, un- <pb n="111" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3860"/> groomed
							horse, with a yellow sheep-dog follow ing. That also had happened
							yesterday. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip watched listlessly. He was feeling depressed still
							from this discovery of his about the womanless condition of this house. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Philip," said his grandfather in his brisk
							quick way, " what are you doing ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm finking," said Philip sorrowfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" H'm. Bad plan. Get up, boy." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip rose at once, moreover he drew closer to his dread
							relative. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm finking," he said, " that I
							can't find any ladies about anywhere." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Whyâ&#128;&#148;what do you want with the ladies ?"
							asked his grandfather, an amused twinkle coming into his eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wantâ&#128;&#148;zust a few," said Philip.
							" It gives a person sus a funny feeling to find ony men
							everywhere. You know what it is to keep aspecting to see a lady, and to
							keep aspecting, and then to find ony a black man." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He raised his face upwards and his eyes looked misty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather laughed and called " Tom." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the little brown man came down the hall, and he switched
							a whip on his leggings and stood at the front door. And he put his two
							fingers to his lips and whistled his own shrill whistle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" he said, without looking round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Only," said Mr. Allars, " Philip
							wants a few ladies. Do you know where there are any ? " He
							looked down into the childish faceâ&#128;&#148;" When <pb n="112" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3904"/> any
							ladies come round here," he said, we shoot them, and Caesar
							makes them into goose pies. Numa !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oi, masser." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Take Masser Philip to Bilbong Creek and make him
							swim like a fish. Now, out of my way, you fool! Hi, Sandy! Off, boy!
							" That last to the dog, then a scamper, a whip-flash, and rider
							number one had departed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip drew nearer to the little brown man now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? " asked the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Whose boy are you ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I said, are you a boy or a man, and why can you
							only say A ? I'm only six, but I can say a lot." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Besides yer prayers." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," said Philip; "and I'll
							teach you. I know down to K, and I can count up to twelve." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Marwy ony knowed zust ABC. I was teaching
							her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Marwy was Uncle Selwyn's little girl, you know. And
							she took after him." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man hopped round, and he dropped his hand
							down heavily to the little shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't," said Philip, " you're
							too heavy. Ugh! you're pinching me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And I'll smash yer, if ever yer go to say that
							name agen." </p>
						<pb n="113" TEIform="pb" id="d196e3961"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What name ?" asked the child, half dazed,
							half afraid. " Uncle Selwyn's or Marwy's ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man swung himself up to his horse. Then he
							looked round and whistled, and a black-and-tan sheep-dog bounded
							forward. There was another whip-flash, another scamper down the
							Weed-grown path, and Philip and Numa were alone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They eyed each other closely for several long minutes. Numa
							turned away his glance first. He stooped and picked up five little
							stones, then he knelt down near the edge of the verandah, tossed them
							up, and caught them on the back of his hand. He did this several times,
							and between each he looked at Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can do that," said Philip at last. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa grinned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You no teachee me swimee, then ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? " asked Numa, </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Because," said Philip, " me
							cannee swimee like a fishee." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At which Numa laughed loudly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," he said, " and we'll
							see." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip sat still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Fraid?" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No," said Philip, standing up and looking
							hot and ashamed. " I'm not afraid. Bah ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, then," said Numa stolidly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He slid off the verandah, and began to Walk down the path.
							Philip followed slowly. At the end of the path were two slip-panels wide
							apart. <pb n="114" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4015"/> Numa took a short run and leapt the highest. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he turned and looked at Philip. So Philip took a short
							run and leapt the lowest. At which Numa laughed again. Then they walked
							on. Beyond the panels was bush so dense that hardly a glimpse of the sky
							was visible overhead. And the undergrowth was so thick that the
							city-bred child could hardly walk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa looked at him now and again with a challenging
							smile, so he struggled on without a word of comment. Once Numa
							disappeared. Philip plodded on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa," he called. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was no reply. He hurried a little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa," he called again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But there was no sound except mysterious bush whisperings. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip put his two fingers to his lips in imitation of
							the little brown man, and a shrill small whistle ran forth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa sprang before him, with a smile stretching from ear to
							ear. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">'"Fraid?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," said Philip indignantly. "
							Ony I've not been this way before, and we didn't bwing any guns, and if
							a bear should come from behind a twee, I was finking " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No bears here," he said, " only
							snakes and debil-debils." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"What are debil-debils?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa only shook his head, and rolled his eyes about. </p>
						<pb n="115" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4063"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And they went on again, Philip keeping closer to his guide
							than before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly, after much silent plodding, Numa changed his gait.
							He leapt in the air, kicked out his legs, swung his arms about, then
							bounded forward, running and singing together. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip had to run hard to keep him in sight. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The ground here was grey rock, with ferns and mosses creeping
							over. Numa leapt from rock to rock, singing and flinging out his arms.
							Suddenly he stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip came up to him wondering greatly. But when he reached
							him he understood and shivered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Down beside this rock was a deep dark stream. There was no
							gradual descent, no friendly sand and little rippling waves. Just a
							sullen dark stream into which the rocks ran sheer on either side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa cast off his clothing, which was scanty, ran along the
							rock to where one solitary gum-tree grew in a cleft between that and a
							neighbouring rock. Then he swung himself up the tree, and along an
							outstretching branch. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked up to him, half fascinated. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," said Numa. He laughed and stood
							upright on the branch, balancing himself with his arms. Then he put his
							two hands together and shot himself into the stream. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The water smothered itself out in long ripples and grew still
							again, and Philip sank down in a terrified heap on the rock. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He called "Numa" sharply, and his heart
							beat so that he was almost choking. </p>
						<pb n="116" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4100"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then close to his feet the water parted, and the black face
							gleamed up at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come on," said Numa. He was laughing
							still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh!" said Philip, with an enormous sigh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," urged Numa. " Be
							quick." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip shook his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Fraid!" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," said Philip slowly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, come on, fishee! Ha, ha! You tell me you
							swimee likee a fishee. Come on, fishee." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip hung back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't know that water," he said.
							" P'waps I couldn't swim in that water. You see, it's new to
							me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Fraid ? " asked Numa laconically. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," he said quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa climbed up beside him, and with cold wet hands
							began to unfasten his clothes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip struggled mightily, but Numa was very short with him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Might as well," he said. " Swim
							better without 'em. Anyways, you're going in." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was no use struggling. Philip saw his clothes in a little
							heap behind him, and he shivered for a moment on the rock. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa lifted him into his arms, and flung him almost to
							mid-stream. He went down, of course; but when he came up, Numa's face
							was just above him, his mouth in one enormous laugh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, come on," said Numa. " Do's
							I do." </p>
						<pb n="117" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4162"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip didâ&#128;&#148;or tried to. He did not sink again. Whenever his
							mouth began to go under, and he felt he was going to the bottom for
							certain, some part of Numa would shoot under him. Either a shoulder, or
							an arm, or a leg, or perhaps his back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So at last, finding Numa lay always between him and the
							bottom of the stream, he forgot about sinking, and struck out with his
							arms, and kicked with his legs, and puffed with his mouth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ha, ha, fishee ! Now then, fishee! Come on, fishee
							!" Numa would say. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip's heart lay low, because he had said he was
							afraid. He looked at Numa, puffing and spluttering. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let's go back to that wock," he said,
							" and I'll jump in." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go 'long!" said Numa. " You want
							to get out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'll pwomise you I'll jump in," puffed
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Numa steered him to the rock, and pushed him up. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get out of my way! Clear the way there !
							Nowâ&#128;&#148;off!" panted Philip shrilly. He leapt in, and sank quite
							close to the rock. Coming up again, Numa's arm was there for him to
							cling to. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm not 'fwaid," gasped Philip.
							" I'm not 'fwaid." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," said Numa. " Had
							'nough ? Fishee will want to jump from the tree to-morrow. Come
							on." </p>

					</div2>

					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e4200">
						<pb n="118" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4202"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER III </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THAT afternoon Philip surveyed the verandah with his head on
							one side. It was a wide wooden verandah, approached by steps and raised
							about two feet from the ground. It ran all round the house, and was
							fitted with sun-blinds and deckchairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">To Philip its aspect was pleasing. He put his hands in his
							pockets and strutted up and down, and Numa sat on the top step and
							watched him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And down there can be the bedwooms and
							places," he said half aloud ; " and up to here the
							deck. And the blinds can be sails, and the chairs can be boats. Um! Numa
							!"</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> Numa grinned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, fishee," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you fink, Numa, you'd like to be a sailor-boy,
							and keep jumping overboard and fwimming in the sea ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha's the sea ?" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip waved his hand around. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All over down there," he said. "
							And I'm the captain, and you're my boy; and you've got to do everything
							I tell you, or be shot." </p>
						<pb n="119" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4236"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha's the gun ?" asked Numa, with one of
							his largest smiles. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Tend I've got one, of course,'' exclaimed Philip.
							" Tell you what, though—we must get oars." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What'm oars ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oars are
							sticks—walking-sticks." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa nodded quickly, and darted away. Presently he returned
							with a bundle of sticks of all sizes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's eyes gleamed. He fell upon the bundle with delight,
							then stopped, eyeing Numa consideringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm twying to fink of a name for you," he
							said. " What do you say to Parkie, or Davy Jones, or Jack ?
							Those are all the sailor-boys I know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa considered, rubbing one bare foot sideways along the
							boards meantime. At last, after a lengthy pause, he said " Davy
							Jones " gravely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, come on, Davy," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa didn't move, Philip dragged four chairs down to the
							path, and fitted them up with oars. But still Numa was considering his
							name. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip came back to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, Davy," he said, " while
							I 'splain to you. And listen, so as to save yourself getting shot. YOU
							see this; well, it's not a blind any more—it's the mainsail.
							When I say ' Haul in the mainsail,' drop this ; and this is the jibsail;
							and this stick's the anchor. Now, come on. All those other sticks are
							men and women. Now, haul in the anchor, Davy." </p>
						<pb n="120" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4276"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Davy ran obediently forward. Before he could reach it,
							however, a series of shrill shrieks came from Philip. He sprang round.
							Over his head, and in all directions, sticks were flying. The little
							captain was rushing madly up and down the boards, dragging off his coat
							and shrieking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha' the matter ?" demanded Davy, rushing
							to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip pushed him off, and sank down on the floor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All the men and women overboard!" he
							screamed, unlacing his boots swiftly. "Save 'em! Over you go,
							Davy Jones! Swim— pull for 'em ! Take a header, Davy
							Jones!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He himself tore off his last sock, and plunged on to the
							sun-parched path. Its heat made him wince for a moment, but he rushed
							on, and climbed into a chair. Then he used his sticks to such purpose,
							that the chair moved slowly backwards down the path. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Davy followed, screaming shrilly with delight. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In these chairs they had to reach every " man and
							woman," and they were scattered all over that wide grassy sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All through that afternoon they toiled in rowing. Once or
							twice they remembered the vessel, and "swam" over to
							her to lower a sail, or deposit a saved one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Towards sunset the little brown man and Philip's grandfather
							rode home. They met each other about a mile from the cottage and rode
							side by side without a word. </p>
						<pb n="121" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4306"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were as hungry and tired as sunset usually found them,
							and in the mind of each was a thought made up of dinner and the
							after-dinner smoke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Nearing the house, Mr. Allars strained his ears to listen,
							then he glanced at his companion and said— " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Did you hear anything ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" said the brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Fancied I heard screams." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The brown man gazed stolidly forward. He rose with his horse
							and sat so close to it that it looked as if he and it were all of a
							piece. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars sent his horse on a little quicker. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm about sure I can hear Numa yelling,"
							he said. " It means that brute of a Caesar's on the burst
							again, and they're trying to make an end of each other." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can 'ear the colt at it, too ! " said
							the brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Philip!" said Mr. Allars. Then he stuck
							out his toes and rode faster. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A little later Philip was walking quietly up the garden path
							by the side of his grandfather's horse. The brown man was close behind;
							but Numa had disappeared like a flash of lightning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars saw the chairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What are those for ?" he demanded,
							pointing downwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip swung his little bare foot into his hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa and me," he said. " We
							didn't fink you'd mind." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They reached the house. Mr. Allars flung <pb n="122" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4358"/>
							himself from his horse and knotted his reins. Then he saw the blinds. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What are they dropped for ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Numa and me," said Philip anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man jumped down and knotted his reins. Then
							they all went into the house together. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The two front rooms were bed-rooms. The beds fronted the
							doors—and they were just as they had been slept in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the end of the hall was the dining-room. Philip almost
							shivered when he saw the table just as they had left it at breakfast, he
							and Numa having lunched on board their vessel. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They went a little further. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The kitchen was empty, the fire out, Caesar gone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And at that sight even the little brown man broke into a
							volley of oaths. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars raised his voice and called Numa. But no Numa
							came. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He swore in a voice of thunder, and called upon Numa to put
							in an appearance or he would smash his head, break his back, wring his
							neck and do other terrible things. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa crept out from behind a wood-heap close at hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars switched his whip over the bare dark shoulders,
							and the little brown man switched his round the bare dark legs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Numa danced and yelled and shrieked. Philip, in the
							background, trembled and thrust his fingers into his ears. Then he
							remembered and understood. </p>
						<pb n="123" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4402"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He leapt forward, past his grandfather and the brown man,
							right up close to Numa. And he flung his arms around him and clung to
							him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was all me!" he cried. " It
							was all me! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">was all me !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the whips fell away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather bent those eagle eyes of his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why you ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"'Cause I got it up.\ I was the captain—he
							was only Davy Jones." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Davy Jones slunk backwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well," said Mr. Allars, " I'll
							lay it on to one of you. Somebody's back got to be broken for
							this." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not me!" said Numa. " Not me,
							massa. Numa was only Davy Jones." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me," whispered Philip, trembling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Very good," said his grandfather, and
							brought down the whip. "You're six and a bit, you say. Then
							there's a lash for every year, and there's one for the bit." He
							threw down his whip. " Now go to bed," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip walked away, his eyes dry, his face white. He could
							hardly hold back his tears till he reached his own room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa watched him out of sight. Then he drew a long sigh and
							looked at his masters. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Massa Feelip bad 'un," he said, and slunk
							into the kitchen to prepare a meal. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A thrashing never conies amiss to a boy,"
							observed Mr. Allars. "A little more of the whip might have
							saved Kichard's and Selwyn's souls." </p>
						<pb n="124" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4455"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At tea he and the little brown man had the table to
							themselves. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They had damper and chops and milkless tea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Once Numa came to the door and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No tea for Massa Feelip—eh ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No !" shouted his master stormily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the little brown man said " Eh, eh !"
							this time. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But after tea, when the chairs were back on the verandah and
							the two men were comfortably smoking in them, Mr. Allars smiled through
							his clouds of smoke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For he saw the face of his little grandson and his sturdy
							bare legs as he flashed past him to the whip's point. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's a blanky nuisance havin' a child
							'bout the place," said the little brown man,
							" but 'ee's a well-plucked 'un. Teach him to
							ride." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa crept along the hall and peeped at them. So stealthy was
							his tread that not a creak sounded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he shot himself round and into Philip's room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Here y'are, Capten !" he said, and thrust
							his hand under the bed-clothes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip supped off cold chop and damper. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e4499">
						<pb n="125" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4501"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER IV </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THE next morning Philip sat on the verandah, and eyed his
							vessel's deck retrospectively. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">During breakfast he had explained his own and Numa's naval
							positions to his grandfather, and had eulogised the adaptability of the
							veran dah and the lounge chairs for his purpose. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was fast getting over his shyness and set tling down into
							a little niche that seemed as if it had been waiting for him all along. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This morning his grandfather came to the hall door again, and
							again he cracked his whip and called "Numa." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he looked at Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What are you doing, Philip ? " he asked,
							as he had done the morning before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandson stared into his face, his beautiful eyes eager. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I was just going to ask you if you'd mind me
							taking the boats out again," he said. " Me and Numa.
							Just two boats would do." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Surely there's room enough for a sprat like you on
							the verandah," his grandfather said. " It's not a bad
							verandah." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There's <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">woom!</hi>"
							said Philip earnestly. " It's <pb n="126" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4540"/> the most
							stwemendous verandah I've ever been on, but it hasn't any waves. You
							don't know how lovely it is to keep bumping up and bumping down, and
							finking you're going over, and all, do you ? But down
							there—zust look at all the lumps!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather pointed to a dilapidated-looking chair.
							" You may have that," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he choked Philip's thanks and nodded to Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He's bringing you some work along," he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip Stood up and looked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And there Was Numa with four horses instead of two. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh ! " said Philip, with a big sigh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A shining look came into his' face, and he slipped off the
							verandah and ran forward. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, Capten," said Numa, with his
							large smile. "This'm yours." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But he's got no saddle on," said Philip,
							standing still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man cackled from the doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars said never a word, but he watched, frowning
							heavily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, Capten," said Numa again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the little captain looked round to his grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Aren't I to have a saddle, grandfarver ?
							" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," said his grandfather, " you
							have to learn without. Proper way. Now, hurry on with you." </p>
						<pb n="127" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4590"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, Numas" said Philip, strutting
							forward. " Give us a shove up. Now, then, look out I don't
							knock him over. S-s-s-ste&amp;dy does it!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What does it feel like ?" asked his
							grandfather, smiling now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's the loveliest feeling I ever
							feeled," said Philip enthusiastically. " I a'vise you
							to leave off your saddle, zust to see. Am I coming wiv you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm going a matter of twenty or thirty
							miles." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, well," replied the small horseman,
							" I aspect I'd better be starting. P'waps I won't be able to go
							as quick as you yet." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He'll be backing them colts for us to morrow,'
							said the little brown man. Then he leapt to his horse and rode off. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't go beyond the slip-rails to-day,"
							said Mr. Allars as he, too, went away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A fortnight later Mr. Allars looked down the breakfast-table
							to Philip, who Was plying his knife and fork with more vigour than
							grace. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hurry up, now," he said. " Quick
							at meat, quick at work. You're coming with me to-day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where to ? " asked Philip, putting on
							extra speed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Never mind." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh. Going to take guns ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Cause isn't it 'bout time I
							could shoot ? I'm going on for seven, you know. I aspect you could shoot
							a man by you were seven." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars smiled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You shall learn," he said, softening a
							little. </p>
						<pb n="128" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4643"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You shall learn all that best makes a man, so as
							to be able to take care of your own life and somebody else's,
							too—when the time comes. Now, go into the kitchen and rip up
							two newspapers into the size of penny pieces, and fill your pockets with
							them. Look sharp." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">One lesson Philip had learnt was to obey with out question. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went at once, and returned quickly with bulging-out
							pockets. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Send Numa to take care of 'im," said the
							little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not I," said Mr. Allars. " Take
							care of a boy ! Now, then, out to your horse, Philip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They went out together, grandfather and grandson. To-day
							Philip was promoted to a saddle, so he held his head higher. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, keep your eyes open," said Mr.
							Allars. "You're going a good eight miles, and you're coming
							back alone. Here and there as you go scatter some of that paper. It'll
							help you to track your way." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They rode for something like two miles with out a word
							between them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Mr. Allars pointed to a ravine. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Blackwattle Gully," he said.
							"Don't for get." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They rode another mile, through a land of yellow
							wattle-bloom. Presently they came to a conical-shaped mound, about two
							feet high and standing in the midst of a little cleared space. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Trapper's grave," said Mr. Allars.
							" Remember !" </p>
						<pb n="129" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4683"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip scattered his papers luxuriously. The similitude of
							every part of the bush he passed to every other part showed him how
							easily he could be lost. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After they had gone about three miles further they came to a
							tolerably clear track. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Coach road," said Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were riding at a brisk canter side by side now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" When you said Twapper's grave," said
							Philip, " who did you mean ? Was Twapper a man or a dog
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Trapper was a bushranger; he was shot about thirty
							years ago. He'd got as many murders on his soul as you have fingers on
							your hands. I'd like to have had the killing of him!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who had ?" asked Philip breathlessly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A drivelling mounted police. Since then we've had
							police scouring the country for twenty years for his cave. They never
							found it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"What did they want it for? What would they have
							done with it?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Emptied it, my boy. It's supposed to be
							chock-a-block with nuggets and treasure. He'd robbed fellows coming from
							the diggings, broken into banks, bailed up stations. Hullo,
							there!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His horse had stopped suddenly, quivering in every limb. Just
							in front of them on the road was a large black snake, slowly coiling
							itself round the terrified animal's fore-leg. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Sit still and hold him steady," said Mr.
							Allars, passing his reins over. </p>
						<pb n="130" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4723"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was hard work, for the horse was beginning to rear and
							plunge. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip set his mouth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"All wight," he said. "Now, then,
							steady- there, you bwute, s-steady." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather dismounted, walked stealthily, then put out
							his hand and seized the snake at a point just below the back of his
							head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then with his other hand he uncoiled him and freed the horse.
							If he had loosened his clasp, if he had fixed it one-tenth of an inch
							lower, his life would probably have ended before the sun went down. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he knew that perfectly. For one swift minute he held the
							deadly, wriggling thing, then suddenly dashed him on the road, breaking
							his back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he turned to Philip and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get down and come and look at him. He's about the
							deadliest snake there is. There's that one point just behind his head
							that it's safe to take him by—just there. But don't you try
							it. Take a good stout stick till you're older. Then I'll teach you my
							way." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let's have a try on this fellow," said
							Philip ; "it's as well to begin on a dead one." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather watched him bring down a stick in three good
							whacks. He smiled a little, for the child's earnestness to be in all
							ways a good bushman was pleasant to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Best leave snakes alone, though, for a few
							years," he said. " Don't be first to pick a quarrel
							with one." </p>
						<pb n="131" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4760"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he turned towards the horses. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Unstrap your saddle now," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip tried hard, but the straps were very high. Standing on
							tip-toe he could only just touch them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't do it," he said, "
							ascept you come and hold me up." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather had been watching him from his eye corners. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Can't!" he said, undoing his own saddle
							with rapid fingers. " Can't! If you use that word to me again
							I'll give you a taste of the whip you won't enjoy." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All wight," said Philip. He led his horse
							along the road to a fallen tree, climbed up, and struggled over the
							straps again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last he dragged the saddle back to his grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now what ?" he asked cheerfully, and
							raising a small perspiring face upwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Only put this one of mine on. You ought to know
							how, after taking that off." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All wight," said Philip again, "
							I'm getting used to it now. P'waps I'd better do it for you every
							morning till I get my hand in." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He found it was harder putting it on than taking it off. But
							he tried to be sociable over it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I see you're one of those persons who b'lieve in
							changing saddles," he said. " Is it 'cause
							you're heavier than me and would soon wear, one out ? Saddles must be
							'spensive things. Bless this stwap!—dash it! My horse
							has sudd'nly gwown tewebly fat." </p>
						<pb n="132" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4804"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars came to his assistance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There are two things you've to learn," he
							said. " They never come amiss to a man. One is to be game, and
							the other, never to say die. Never let man or beast know if you are
							afraid, and make your way through a stone wall if it's too high to get
							over." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Twould be easier to get over if there was a man
							to give you a leg-up," said Philip thought- fully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Only take a leg-up from a man when you haven't a
							leg to stand on," said his grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At which Philip laughed merrily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What would be the good of it then ?" he
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather nodded, " Remember what I
							say," he said, smiling grimly, "and you'll understand
							it later. Now hop up." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip took one, two, three, and a jump. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you know why I changed saddles ?"
							asked his grandfather. " 'Twas because you've been sitting on
							£500 all this time. I rather expected to be bailed up in the bush
							there." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh!" said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I thought it was safer with you, you see. Now turn
							round and clear off home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But," said Philip, "you might be
							bailed up yet. Ill take it a bit furver if you're fwitened." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You're very good," said his grandfather,
							" but I've a good road to the station now. If you'll just hurry
							home and protect the house and the men it'll do." </p>
						<pb n="133" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4847"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip rode home at a sharp canter. And all the way the paper
							pieces guided him like so many beacon lights. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He's a clever man, my grandfarver," he
							said. " He's a fine clever man for you." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e4857">
						<pb n="134" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4859"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER V </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">PHILIP was ten. Ten years old and tall and strong enough to
							pass for fourteen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He could swim like a young kanaka, than which there is
							perhaps only a water animal proper can do better. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He could ride like a young bushman, than which Australians at
							least can show no one better. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he could shoot. The little brown man used sometimes to
							say, in his grim, sarcastic way, that he could wing any of the larks at
							Heaven's gate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he could neither read nor write, and the last prayer he
							had ever uttered was whispered with Mary at Ellen's knee, four years ago
							now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His morals and Numa's were similar, with only a difference in
							them of instinct here and there. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa's first care was for his skin, and any word-perversion
							that would save it he employed. He was aware of the distinction between
							a lie and the truth, but he recognised both as weapons of self-defence,
							and used them as such. So the <pb n="135" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4885"/>occasion provoked either from
							him, according as he could foresee results. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's instinct was romantic. He loathed a lie that would
							save his skin, discerning in that a savage's cowardice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he revelled in one that would glorify glory, or put a
							fine finish to a story. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Not once in all the four years had he been beyond this little
							township, not once had he been spoken to of his father, or heard his
							mother's name. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So he forgot them as we half remember dreams, and the time
							that he had not been as he now was, and not had what he now had, seemed
							to him to belong to another life and another boy. And he was happy
							without knowing anything about it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So closed his first decade. The second opened to him newly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">One morning his grandfather said to him— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip, I don't know whereabouts your birthday is,
							but you must be getting somewhere near to eleven." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For two years Philip had been " six and a
							bit," then he had forgotten to keep count, and no one else had
							appeared to notice the flight of time. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, I must be," he replied, only too glad
							to be given those years. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Counting from When I fetched you here, you're ten
							odd. Close of this year will make you eleven. For education, you're
							about two." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Just about," said Philip genially. </p>
						<pb n="136" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4923"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You don't know your ABC yet, I believe,"
							continued his grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I did know some of it when first I came
							here," said Philip. " And I can tell an A fast enough
							when I see one now. But you know how it is yourself. I dare say if you
							didn't keep it up with the paper a bit you'd soon forget." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, we'll teach you to remember first. I don't
							suppose you'd forget to swim if you didn't sight water for ten
							years." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I might get a bit stiff in the joints,
							though," said Philip, who always had an answer ready. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, you're going to learn a thing or two new. I
							don't want any blockheads belonging to me. There's a tutor coming up for
							you to-day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A tutor ! " exclaimed Philip wonderingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay," said Mr. Allars. " He's a
							youth fresh from college. You can go and fetch him up from the train.
							Take him a horse, and have his luggage sent on by bullock team. He'll
							have to sleep in the extra bed in your room. I didn't have any tutor's
							places put up here." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How shall I know him, though ?" asked
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ask <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">me</hi> that! You'll want me
							to put you on your horse and lead you down next. Find out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip saddled his own horse and another, and donned a
							clean suit and hat. He went into the hall, cracking his whip and
							whistling. And there in front of the door was Numa on a frisky little
							colt, teasing the two waiting horses. </p>
						<pb n="137" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4960"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, who told you to come ?" demanded
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on, Capten," said Numa, showing his
							teeth in a delighted smile. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He and Philip still played captain and sailorboy as
							enthusiastically as ever. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I've a lot of business to attend to
							to-day," said Philip, putting his foot in his stirrup and
							swinging himself up, " and you'd only be in the way." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly he jumped down again, undid his third saddle, and
							flung it aside. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We'll be cattle-stealers to-day," he
							said. " We've just grabbed these nags, and that other fellow's
							a mad bull. We'll chase him into the station. Come on." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip leapt to his horse, they gave one wild hip, hip,
							hurrah, and off they set. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Such riding ! Leaping fences, grazing trees, springing
							gullies, uphill at a mad gallop, downhill at a madder! Now lying flat
							along their horses' backs, now sitting side-saddle fashion, or, again,
							standing in their stirrups. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last they came into the little township. In front of them
							was blue sky and summerparched paddocks. Dotted here and there,
							corrugated iron-roofed cottages with faint blue lines of smoke running
							skywards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The " mad bull" was far ahead, travelling
							at a tremendous speed from his tormentors. He came to a fence something
							under four feet in height, took it like a bird, and landed in private
							property. </p>
						<pb n="138" TEIform="pb" id="d196e4994"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip, delighted, rode up to the fence. It enclosed a
							brown-grassed slope, with a cottage smiling at the top. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You guard down here, Davy," he said,
							"and I'll ride round. Wild men live here, and they'd shoot you
							as soon as look at you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa knew perfectly that that was some of his Captain's
							romancing, but he nodded and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Aw right, Capten ; an' if they shoot you, just
							holler." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip rode round by the fence. Inside the saddleless
							horse was dashing about. Suddenly through the soft air a shrill
							frightened shriek ran out. Without a moment's halt Philip put his horse
							at the low fence and shot over. Then he found himself staring over a
							young loquattree into an old-fashioned garden. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Down in front of him was a trembling whitefaced little girl.
							She was neatly pinafored, smooth-haired, and in every respect a very
							dainty little maiden. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Did my horse touch you ? " asked Philip,
							nodding towards his horse as it fled down the slope again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I b'lieve he bit me," said the little
							girl, sobbing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her voice made Philip wrinkle up his brow and frown hard. He
							experienced the feeling most of us have when going through a scene we
							are certain we have never been through before, and yet some remembrance
							tells us it is but a recurrence. </p>
						<pb n="139" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5024"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where did he touch you ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed again, and she stopped crying to stare at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Take your howid old horse away," she
							said, " you nasty man. You're fwitening my baby." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">How the colour ran up into Philip's face at being called a
							man ! He strained forward again to see her " baby."
							And he saw that it was no other than a fowl, headless and plucked ready
							for cooking. It was dressed in a kitchen towel, and the little girl was
							holding it tenderly by one wing-bone, with its legs dangling to the
							ground. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">While he was yet looking, with a dawning smile around his
							lips, he heard his name called sharply from the cottage doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He saw, leaning up against the door-frame, a slim,
							haggard-looking woman in a white wrapper. She was pressing her hand to
							her side, as though either breathing or standing hurt her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is Philip," she said. " It is
							! It is !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip said never a word. There was a feeling of awakening
							remembrance in his mind that amounted almost to pain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get down and come to me. Get down and come to me
							at once, Philip Allars!" said the woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he slipped from his horse, knotted his reins, and went
							to her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she put her arms round him and drew him close, and gave
							him the first kisses he had known for more than four years. </p>
						<pb n="140" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5068"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't you know me ? " she cried.
							" Don't you remember Auntie Ellen and little Mary? Oh, you
							great boy! Oh, you beautiful big boy!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed nervously, and wriggled about under her caresses. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She said sharply, for she had loved him very
							dearly— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip, don't tell me you have forgotten
							us." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He flushed up hotly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm beginning to remember," he said;
							" truly, I'm beginning to remember." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kissed him again and again. And all the time Mary was
							looking at him with large eyes of wonderment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come and kiss him, Mary," said her
							mother. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come and kiss Philip, and put your arms round his
							neck and tell him how you pray for him every morning and
							night—and love him." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary came up slowly, and put her arms round his neck, and
							kissed him somewhere about the forehead he so hurriedly offered her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ee—ee—ee ! Ha! ha! ha
							!" said Numa, with a great laugh from behind the loquat- tree. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Shut up !" said Philip, flushing again.
							He turned to Ellen— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'll have to be going now," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, Philip!" she exclaimed, "
							and I have only just found you ! I have come hundreds of miles to be
							near the home where your father and Mary's were boys together." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will come again," he said eagerly.
							" I <pb n="141" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5116"/> have to go to the station to meet a tutor
							fellow —but I'll come again." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How long is it since you were kissed ? "
							she asked, smoothing his cheek. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't know," he said, unconsciously
							back ing from her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There is no woman in your house ?" she
							persisted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He sprang towards his horse, and up to his saddle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will come back," he said, "
							but I must go to the station now. Hi, Numa! Come over and catch that
							horse and bring him down to the train to me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he flourished his hat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good-bye," he called, and passed over the
							fence again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the station the train was already depositing her
							passengers. To call it " station " was to give it
							brevet rank. It was a platform with a small shanty for the
							station-master, and a shed for a waiting-room. All around was dense
							bush, with the small cleared space dotted with cottages and a store or
							two, named the township of Melton. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip threaded his way through a number of men around the
							white gates. He looked them all over carefully. Most of them wore
							leggings, Crimean shirts and cabbage-tree hats, and most of them were
							smoking and lolling about after the style of the Australian bushman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Not one of them tallied even remotely with Philip's idea of a
							tutor. The nearest approach <pb n="142" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5153"/> was a somewhat
							unhealthy-looking youth who wore spectacles. He was very thin, and his
							blue serge suit hung loosely on him. His sailor hat was joined to his
							mouth by means of a string. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was standing quite still, near the station- master's
							shanty, with two tan portmanteaux at his feet, a fan in one hand, and a
							lady's sunshade in the other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip, who knew no ladies, did not recognise their
							belongings. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He strode up to the youth, and asked him, fiddling with his
							whip— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I say—are you a tutor ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The young man looked up and nodded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Er—yes—I am—that is
							" he stumbled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My name is Allars," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And mine's Rawson," said the youth, who
							was staring away over Philip's head. " I—say
							—do you mind waiting—follow you in a minute. Here I
							am, madam ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip wheeled round and saw a lady coming past them, from
							the end of the train where the second-class carriages were. He lost her
							face and her reply, because a great hulking countryman stepped in
							between him and her. But the next second he beheld his tutor walking by
							her side down the platform, and lugging the two portmanteaux. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Outside on the road two gentlemen came forward and took a bag
							each. Then the tutor shook the lady's hand, and came back to Philip. His
							eyes were glistening, and his face was flushed. </p>
						<pb n="143" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5188"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip introduced him to his horse, and watched his
							hesitation wonderingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I—er—ah—is he at all
							vicious ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No!" said Philip half angrily, for he
							loved his horse, and had the same feelings a mother might have had if
							asked a similar question about her firstborn. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e5200">
						<pb n="144" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5202"/>
						<head rend="" type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VI </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THE next day Rawson came home with two rosebuds in his
							button-hole, and a shining face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was close on sundown, and he had been away ever since he
							had shut up the alphabet at mid-day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The scene at the cottage filled him with wonderment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa was on the roof with two buckets and a coil of ropes,
							Philip just below fastening a third bucket, and that half full of water,
							to a rope lowered from a chimney. He had no idea that the roof
							represented the deck of the boys' new vessel. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What are you doing ?" he asked, stopping
							beside Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Fastening this fellow on," said Philip.
							" Me and Numa have got to clean that down," nodding
							upwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa and I," said the tutor. "
							But—good gracious, you don't tell me you wash your
							roof!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Always on Tuesdays and Fridays," replied
							Philip. " Now—pull away, Davy ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Davy pulled vigorously, and the bucket mounted roofwards. </p>
						<pb n="145" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5236"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I would like to have a word or two with you,
							Philip," said Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All right," said Philip, " I'm
							listening." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No; come inside," said his tutor
							impatiently; " it's—it's private." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Must do this now," said Philip.
							" No end of a row there'd be if my grandfather came home and
							found it only half done." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson seemed feverishly impatient. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I come up and give you a hand," he
							said, " will you do something for me afterwards ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What ? " asked Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I told you it's private, didn't I?" said
							Rawson testily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well," said Philip, " come along
							now. They'll be home before we know where we are." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Three minutes later they were all on the roof together,
							Rawson propping himself up near a chimney, Numa and Philip flying about
							everywhere. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Good roof this," said Rawson;
							"very fine roof indeed. Make a grand place for a
							smoke." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he couldn't help distrusting its slipperiness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But you don't smoke," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No ; only your grandfather and Mr. Wharton
							do." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, look 'live, Captain," shouted Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Look here," said Philip to Rawson,
							" will you take a bucket and chuck, or shall I chuck and you
							brush ? You must try and make all the water go down the
							spouting." </p>
						<pb n="146" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5288"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson chose the task of " chucking." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They worked with vigour ; Numa and Philip, barefooted, were
							brushing away and singing over their work. Rawson, leaning against a
							chimney, was " chucking " thoughtfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After awhile Philip sent a searching eye to the horizon. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No more ships about, Davy," he said, and
							then stopped suddenly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He gave a peculiar little whistle, picked up a bucket and a
							broom. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Bring your bucket and slither, tutor," he
							whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Numa added, " Look 'live, tutor ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then four legs wriggled and disappeared, two heads nodded and
							sank below the spouting, and Rawson was left alone and bewildered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked below and saw Numa's black legs flashing down the
							path towards the slip-rails, and just beyond them Mr. Allars and the
							little brown man riding home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Slither—quick ! " called
							Philip. "Do's we did." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The horsemen were coming up' the path now, and Numa was
							replacing the rails. Then did a feeling of dismay enter into Rawson's
							heart, and he sat down upon the zinc and " slithered." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good Lord ! " exclaimed Mr. Allars in
							amazement at the sight of his grandson's tutor hanging on to the
							spouting and kicking his legs out wildly into the air. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip came out of the door, and looked into his
							grandfather's face with innocent eyes. Then <pb n="147" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5331"/> he walked to
							his tutor, laid a hand on one kicking foot, and guided it to a post. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" S-steady does it," he said. "
							Keep more to your right; slip this leg round so, and slither. It's quite
							easy." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather smiled, and lingered to watch. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Such absurd—rot!" muttered
							Rawson, not being able to make up his mind to the slither. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But somebody pulled at one leg, and he wriggled ; somebody
							pulled at the other, and he wriggled again, left the spouting, and slid
							down. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I understood you had left school," said
							Mr. Allars, when they stood facing each other on the verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson tried to look haughty and dignified. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Four years ago," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Please not to use my spouting for a horizontal bar
							again," he said, and turned aside. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I was assisting Philip to clean the
							roof," said Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes; he was giving me a hand with the
							roof," said Philip! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But for some reason Mr. Allars refused to be annoyed at that
							or any other of Philip's deeds to-night. Instead, he laughed and made
							merry over Rawson's attempts at " slithering" and
							sliding. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Just before tea Philip drew Rawson into his bedroom. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There's just time to hear your secret before
							tea," he said. </p>
						<pb n="148" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5378"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Nervousness attacked Rawson. He walked over to the
							dressing-table and began scribbling upon a cardboard box-lid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you—have you—that is, I was
							wondering do you ever go out after tea ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip stared. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What's in the wind ?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His tutor edged about. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How'd it be for us—you and
							I—to go into the township after tea ? " he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's eyes brightened. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What do you say to the theatre ? " asked
							Rawson. " Have you ever been ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Plenty of times," said Philip; "
							only it's always been empty." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We might go to-night," said Rawson;
							"only don't say anything to the nigger. There's a new company
							up from Melbourne. I'm sure you'd like it awfully." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He made a few scientific strokes with his pencil, and
							stopped, with his head on one side. Philip strained forward. What he saw
							was a woman's face, softly outlined, with tender touches about the eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was something magical to him in its quick and
							apparently careless production. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, it's a woman !" he exclaimed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His tutor flushed and fidgeted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Do you think," he said, "do you
							think— how does it strike you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked at it gravely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh, it's a woman right enough," he said at
							last. </p>
						<pb n="149" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5434"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I know that," said his tutor. "
							It's meant for one. But how do you like her face ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I like it," said Philip. "She
							looks as though she's going to laugh. Do you know her ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes; I—I know her," said
							Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Have you ever lived in a house with a woman
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Great goodness ! haven't you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No. I don't believe in them. They're the <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">very deuce</hi>, Bill the stockman says, and he's
							known a good few of them in his time. He says as soon as ever a woman
							comes round,<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi"> then</hi> comes trouble. Oh, I could tell
							you a thing or two about women." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Rawson only sighed, and regarded the picture he had made
							thoughtfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">An hour later, when he and Philip were riding side by side
							through the bush, having had much ado to evade the watchful Numa, he
							said hesitatingly— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am asking you to accompany me to-night, Philip,
							to—to oblige a lady—er— " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ?" asked Philip in amazement. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"There is a lady—that is to
							say—I have a lady friend, and she has laid her commands upon
							me to take you to her to-night. One —one always
							obeys—a lady—when she commands !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No fear," exclaimed Philip,
							"women have to obey men. What is her name ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Miss Dupuy; Miss Antoinette Dupuy !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I don't know her," said Philip, whistling.
							"Never heard of her." </p>
						<pb n="150" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5487"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> " Be polite to her, Philip. Take off your hat to
							her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't stand women," said Philip.
							" If she wants me I suppose it means my troubles are
							beginning." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"She is the grandest woman on earth,' said Rawson
							into the night beyond his horse's head, " the sweetest lady!
							She ordered me to take you to her—I don't know why. I know
							nothing." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Why didn't you ask ?" said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If she had ordered me to take your grand-, father
							it would have been the same! I should have done it!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Would you, though!" exclaimed Philip.
							" I believe you!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They came to the township at last. Philip fastened the horses
							to the fence that ran around the same weatherboard, " Theatre
							Royal." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he and Rawson went to the front door. The lights were
							going out, and a crowd of people standing round the door and gates. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson dashed forward to a tall man in a smoking-cap, who was
							just coming out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What is the matter ? " he demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah—Rawson ! " said the man,
							" I regret that the performance is postponed. Miss Dupuy is
							severely indisposed." He lowered his voice suddenly and
							whispered, "Hysterics." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God bless my soul! " exclaimed Rawson.
							" I'm sorry for this ! I'm awfully sorry for this!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Performance takes place to-morrow as
							advertised," continued the man, raising his voice again. </p>
						<pb n="151" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5530"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson went back to Philip and grasped his shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She's ill!" he said blankly. "
							I'll! God ! No one to watch by her, to wait on her! God ! This is
							awful!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, you're a nice one, then," said the
							boy. " Why don't you go and do it ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I?" exclaimed Rawson. "I? I
							hadn't thought of it. What a fool I am! Come along." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He moved away and plunged across the road, and Philip
							loosened the horses and followed with them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Just outside the Royal Hotel Rawson was waiting for him. He
							secured the horses again and went towards him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Rawson drew him inside a side door, scribbled something
							on a card and gave it to a chambermaid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He paced about feverishly as they waited. Once he stopped and
							looked at Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If she should die!" he said. "
							Those sort of women always die! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Do they?" said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He leaned up against the wall and surveyed his agitated tutor
							with large eyes of wonder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently the servant came down again. She handed the card to
							Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stooped and read aloud— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"' Send up Philip Allars to me.
							Alone.'" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah! " exclaimed Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip flushed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't half like it," he said. </p>
						<pb n="152" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5586"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Take off your hat when you go in, and speak
							softly," said his tutor, going upstairs and drawing Philip with
							him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The servant was pausing before a door at the head of the
							stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I tell you I don't half like the look of
							it," said Philip again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And ask her if I couldn't be of the least service
							to her. Anything she wants, I will do," whispered Rawson. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the maid turned the handle and threw open the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip stepped in and heard it closed behind him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The room was a soberly-furnished sitting-room. Three lamps
							shed a softened light, and from an open balcony window a fresh, cool
							breeze came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It moved the curtains a little, and he watched them wafting
							in and out, watched and saw a white-ringed hand part them and a woman
							come towards him from somewhere behind them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her eyes were like midnight with a glow in it, her face was
							white as death. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip ! " she cried passionately.
							" Philip ! Oh, boy—boy, dearest." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She ran over to him with a sob in her throat, she caught him
							in her arms and held him close, and put him away, and held him close
							again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"For God's sake," she whispered,
							"don't tell me that you have forgotten me ! That
							I—your mother—am gone out of your heart! " </p>
						<pb n="153" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5626"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy's face went white. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My mother!" he said. He could feel her
							tears upon his cheek. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, yes, beloved! Your own—your mother!
							Consider it all, Philip. Have you forgotten your own father and mother
							in a few little years ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My father," whispered the child,
							trembling, as the flood-gates of memory rolled back. "He used
							to play with us—we went in a boat—I can remember his
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">face!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sobbed, clasping him closer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Alag!" she said. " And I cannot
							forget it. I see his eyes always ! His miserable, haunting eyes. And I
							know that he is wandering about the world alone—with his heart
							aching for us two— " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A harsh laugh from the door interrupted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Telling him that ancient story ! And weeping over
							it still! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a man's voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip sprang round. He found himself facing a dark,
							sharp-featured man, a little girl with matted golden hair and swollen
							blue eyes, and a small, tired-looking woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I am amazed," said the man, "that
							a woman of your age should turn on the water-works for
							nothing— " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My age ! " cried Felise. " It
							proves my youth to weep easily." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who's the youngster ?" asked the than,
							nodding to Philip. </p>
						<pb n="154" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5672"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mine," said Felise proudly. 1
							You—who knew his father—say, is he not like
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He will make a finer man than his father ever
							was," said the woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There could not be a finer man than Richard, could
							there, Philip, beloved ? " whispered Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He is like a young Romeo," he said.
							" Will that satisfy you ? Now permit me—Mr. Philip
							Allars—my daughter, Miss Nellie Bright." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He drew his little girl forward and the children stared at
							each other. The little girl saw a thin stripling of a boy with a
							handsome, sun-tanned face, and large dark eyes. The boy saw a thin,
							sharp-faced girl with untidy golden hair and eyes that scowled and
							threatened a storm. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He turned aside. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" None too polite to each other now," he
							said, " and perhaps one of these days they'll be wanting to
							marry each other. Eh, Philip ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wouldn't want to marry her," said
							Philip shortly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Again the man laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She might want to marry you," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Later, Felise kissed her boy in the corridor, and looked long
							in his face, as though she were trying to read the coming years there. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Never think hardly of me, boy," she whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip clung to her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Let me stay with you. Let me stay ! " he <pb n="155" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5724"/> begged. For a childish longing to be with his mother was in his
							heart, with a manly one to protect her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kissed him lingeringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come to me here at eleven on Wednesday,"
							she said. " And love me, when you come and when you go !
							" </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e5734">
						<pb n="156" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5736"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was morning, very early, and Philip was asleep. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson lay watching him from his bed with miserable
							spectacled eyes. He could only see the outline of a form, but it was
							sufficient for him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He kept saying— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">H</hi>er son. Her <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">boy</hi>. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">H</hi>is mother! Her
							husband!" over and over again, in a dull, a pleading, or a
							passionate way. Then he would cover his face with his hands and groan.
							Then he would turn to the wall and stare at it, and say the words all
							over again. It seemed to him that he held the world in his hands, and
							that it was crumbling away into sand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly he sat upright, stared out of the window, and began
							to laugh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That baby to have a boy of <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">that</hi> size!" he said. " Why, I'm a stark
							raving lunatic ! Antoinette! Antoinette ! <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Antoinette
								!</hi> " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Even to his boots and rose-buds he was as he had ridden home
							the night before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? " he demanded of the
							daylight— " why did I come back here ? Why should I
							toil <pb n="157" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5780"/> to keep a life she can never make ? I will end it
							all!" He sprang from the bed. " I will die!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled sadly at his reflection in the glass. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To suicide at twenty-one ! he said. "
							It's young!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He poured out some water and began to wash. It was pure,
							cold, and refreshing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled less sadly at his reflection as he combed his hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then a thought sprang at him, and struck him so that he
							dropped the brush and stared, almost dazed at the magnificence of it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dolt! " he said, " fool! Blind
							idiot that I am ! If that fails, I can but die. I can but die,
							then!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He gathered together his scattered garments and stuffed them
							into his bag. He was almost trembling as he did it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Before to-night," he murmured, "
							I shall know whether I am to live or die. I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">can</hi>
							act, at any rate. Who knows but what I may be Borneo to her Juliet
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He left the room quietly by way of the window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip awoke with the sunshine blazing into his eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space, devoted to yawning and the stretching of his
							limbs, he felt just his ordinary everyday self. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he saw his tutor's empty bed, and he remembered with a
							swift indrawing of his breath that he had a mother. That he had a
							father. That he had made up his mind last night to steal <pb n="158" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5823"/>
							away from this grandfather who had been a father to him, and to cling to
							a mother he had almost forgotten. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He sprang out of bed and began to dress quietly. Numa thrust
							his head in the window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, then, pecannine, look 'live!" he
							said, but Philip had no reply for him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha's up ?" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip ducked his face in the basin of water and ignored him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa leapt into the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha's tutor ? " he asked. "
							Ee—ee—ee J" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I don't know," said Philip, drying his
							face rapidly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa went up close to him, laid a finger alongside his nose,
							shut one eye, and ran all his mouth over to one side of his face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Wha's</hi> tutor ?" he
							said again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that Philip looked sharply round the room at the bed,
							that, though crumpled, had not been slept in, at the corner in which the
							bulging-out bag had stood. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is he ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa only twisted up his face again and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha' d'ye get to yesternight ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Never mind," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Naver mind," said Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip shot himself out of the room to his grandfather, who
							was just walking up to his seat at the breakfast-table. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I've got a surprise for you," said the
							boy. " I'm—I'm surprised myself. Tutor's
							cleared!" </p>
						<pb n="159" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5883"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather removed the dish-cover and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Chops !" Then he sat down and looked at
							Philip. . </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mr. Rawson left before sunrise," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? Isn't he coming back any more ?"
							asked the child in amazement. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I fancy not," said his grandfather.
							" I saw him cutting across the far paddock lugging his bag.
							'Twas a low sort of thing to do, though, to steal away from a man's
							house without a word. Chop, my lad ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Please," said Philip thoughtfully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That speech of his grandfather's rather altered the aspect of
							things to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why was it low ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Sneaky ! " said his grandfather.
							" Smuggling himself out of a window like a thief, and scudding
							across the paddock like a rabbit with a dog behind it! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A long silence dropped in between them. The little brown man
							came in and sat down opposite Mr. Allars. He drew the basin of brown
							sugar over to him, made his porridge into a horrid, unpalatable-looking
							mess, and began to eat in a determined, business-like way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently Mr. Allars said, with a quick look at his
							grandson— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Did you put the slip-rails up when you came in
							last night, Philip ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip started, and dropped his knife and fork with a
							clatter. And Numa, who was just <pb n="160" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5925"/> coming in with a dish of
							steaming potatoes, said: " Ee—ee—ee
							!" with a delighted chuckle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I—I—I— "
							began Philip. " The—the— " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Look here, my lad," said his grandfather.
							" A plain ' yes ' or ' no '
							is good enough for me. None of your stumbling, stammering
							I—I—I's. That sort of thing is one of the by-paths
							into a lie. Now, when does your mother want you to see her
							again?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All the colour fled from the boy's face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To-morrow," he answered, his eyes looking
							straight into his grandfather's face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man stopped eating, his spoon half-way
							between his mouth and plate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Is mother! " he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What time to-morrow ? " asked Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eleven," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His grandfather sat back suddenly in his chair. A little
							simile came to his lips and eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">'' The penalty was too great for her," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She wants 'im ?" asked the little brown
							man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She did, and I told her she might have him. She
							preferred him staying with me as my heir. But I won't have him
							unsettled. Fortunately, she has been politic. The—the
							contingent leaves by mail to-night," he said, ambiguously.
							"Do you follow me ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip was at sea, but the little brown man nodded and
							smiled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A sort of put-off job with him," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Breakfast proceeded a little further ; then Mr. Allars asked
							abruptly—</p>
						<pb n="161" TEIform="pb" id="d196e5976"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" About that other youngster—what are you
							going to do ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I've told you," said the little brown man
							doggedly. " Nothin'." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" The child can't be turned on the world,"
							said Mr. Allars. " And a girl!—Be damned to your son
							and mine—but we can't let their children eat charity
							bread." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We can if we've a mind ter." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You'll have to do something for the
							girl." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Not I; she's got a mother. Eh?" He
							shuffled up from his seat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dying," said Mr. Allars. "
							Dying, Tom." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let 'er die, then. Wish she'd never
							lived," said the little brown man, going out of the room and
							whistling all the way to the front door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who's dying ?" asked Philip. But his
							grandfather only put down his knife and folk and stared at the centre
							cruets, and muttered about the cares of children and children's
							children. Then he, too, went away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip began Jus morning occupation of collecting bones for
							the dogs in a somewhat depressed mood. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa stood in the doorway and watched his grave face
							solicitously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last he could bear the silence no longer, and asked,
							" Wha's up, Capten ?" anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip did not reply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wha's up ?" he went on. " Tutor
							chap's cleared. You and me left togeder agen. Hurra!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip was still silent. </p>
						<pb n="162" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6026"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ship's ready. Buckets'm up,"-said Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip did not speak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Bushrangers !" urged Numa, and waited.
							" Cattle-stealers!" and waited again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's eyes brightened. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I know," he said. "Come on. I
							kept thinking of it yesterday. We're bushrangers; you and me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Urn," said Numa breathlessly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And you know the Cave of the Wild Women ?"
							(which meant Ellen's and Mary's home). </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Urn," said Numa again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, we've to go and snavel Mary, without her
							mother knowing or anything. We'll go and bring her over here; and we'll
							take her back again after, of course. Come on." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Um, come on. Hurra ! " Numa somersaulted
							to the door. His delight entered into his legs and sent him bounding out
							to the horses. Philip ran after, and they caught the horses, slipped on
							their reins, and leapt to their saddleless backs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then began a goodly time, in which they each strove to
							outride the other and outshout the other; in which they bounded through
							the glorious fresh air, supremely happy, without ever knowing anything
							about it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When they came within sight of Ellen's cottage they slackened
							speed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To-morrow at eleven I have to meet—a
							lady," said Philip, speaking his last thought aloud. </p>
						<pb n="163" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6069"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Wild woman ?" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," said Philip indignantly. "
							A lady. My mother." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me, too," said Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip took no notice of him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Got a bag ? " asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Bag ?" asked Philip. " Oh ! for
							Mary. They don't use bags for women. Bill says when Trapper took Fricksy
							Kate he and his mate just clapped something over her mouth, muffled up
							her head, and rode like mad with her to his cave." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"An she hollered, you know," said Numa, his
							eyes dancing and sparkling at the goodliness of this thing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh! she hollered," said Philip.
							" And so will Mary, I expect. Now this is how it's to be. I go
							up to her and talk. And I get her to come into the far paddock. Then I
							shoot my coat over her head. Up you come. We sling her on to a horse,
							and the thing's done." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Outside the paddock adjoining Ellen's cottage they both
							alighted, and Numa fastened the horses to the fence and climbed up a
							tree to watch and wait. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip went forward alone. His hands were in his pockets; his
							eyes grave and thoughtful. It was the first time in all his varied
							career he had tried to steal a wife. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In the garden Mary was turned loose among the flowers. He
							stopped for a second to wonder at her movements. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Both of her hands were outspread, and she <pb n="164" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6108"/> was
							buzzing up and down the paths and among the bushes as rapidly and busily
							as the busiest of exemplary bees. When she reached the marguerite bush
							she ran into it and bent her face down to the flowers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hi! You, there. Wild woman !" said
							Philip, with the greeting he had given her yesterday. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm not a wild woman," said Mary
							indignantly. " I'm a butterfly." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked at her gravely, considering how heavy she was. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Are you anything to-day ?" she asked
							anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, I—I'm Philip ! he said
							patronizingly. And she sighed, thankful he was no worse. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come for a walk in the paddock ?" he
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm vewy busy," she said, "
							because I have only just done being a gwub- But I don't mind for a
							bit." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip just stood staring at her. He did not appear to
							have heard a word. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come on," she said, and set off in front
							of him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Stop a minute," he said suddenly;
							" le's just have a see if—whether you're heavy.
							Theres no knowing the weight of women till you feel em. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She held up her arms, and he raised her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There's plenty of you," he said, putting
							her down quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Half-way through the paddock she stopped, startled, for he
							was dragging off his coat. </p>
						<pb n="165" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6152"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, what's that for ?" she asked
							suspiciously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh," he said, with an assumption of
							carelessness, " I'm very fond of my shirt-sleeves. Come along,
							now, little Miss Tricksy. Don't you think Tricksy's a stunning name ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What does it mean ?" asked Mary,
							suspicious still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, it means a bushranger's wife, you know; a
							woman who was kept in a cave, an' had one eye knocked in, an' was
							bruised an' banged about." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Le's be going back," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he took no notice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" An' through it all," he continued,
							" she stuck to him. He could have had any one else, but he
							wanted Tricksy. And so he came and snavelled her, and—
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was gazing at her fiercely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, do le's be going back," cried Mary,
							edging away from him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly he raised his arms and his coat, and whistled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He folded the coat tightly over the sun-bon-netted head and
							little frightened face, and Mary struggled and kicked valiantly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip was very strong. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now then; s-s-steady does it! Up with her feet
							while I grab her head ! Up—er—steady there, Davy
							!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His voice sounded far away, and terrible to her in her
							darkness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She parted with half of her pinafore at the <pb n="166" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6204"/>fence, and she felt herself dragged and pushed and pulled up to a
							great height. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she knew, with a spasm of sickly terror, that she was on
							a living moving horse, with some one's arm tightly round her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Smash her 'ead with the gun, if she hollers
							!" said Numa's voice savagely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she shut up her mouth very closely, and sat as silent as
							death. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They sped on, in a dizzy reckless way, for ten long minutes.
							Then they drew rein, and Philip unwound the coat and let the sweet fresh
							air touch the little white face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space the daylight was too much for her, and she had to
							shut her eyes and bury her face against Philip's flannel shirt. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, sit steady while I get into my
							coat," he said. " D'ye hear me, Tricksy ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, Philip," she said hurriedly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He thrust his arms in, then looked at her again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you know where you are going ?" he
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said whisperingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, you're going to be my wife in my cave. How
							d'ye like that ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not very much," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled, well pleased. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That's right," he said. " You've
							not got to like it, till I've knocked you about a bit. If you like, you
							can holler." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her lip quivered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then Numa comes up," he continued,
							" and <pb n="167" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6257"/> bangs you behind; and I swear at you, and
							knock you with my gun. Here, Davy; come and hold her while I get in
							front of her. Now, put your arms round me, and hang on to your
							eyebrows." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She hardly knew how to accomplish that last, but she held on
							to him with all her might and main, sitting astride behind him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And then away they flew, through the sweet fair bush, over
							the rough uneven ground and amongst the trees. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently Numa drew rein, waving his arms. Philip stopped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What's the row ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My turn now," said Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No fear," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. Come on, you there ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mary clung to Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I want wife, too," said Numa, his face
							clouding over. "You not keep 'er all a time." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Hands off!" shouted Philip. "Go
							and steal your own wife! Whose wife are you, Tricksy ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yours, please, Philip," said Tricksy
							eagerly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You hear that! " said Philip. "
							Now, get up, there !" This last to his horse. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa turned, and rode in a different direction. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You not play fair," he said. "You
							said turns and turns about. You cheat! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He'll come back soon enough," said Philip to Mary.
							" I think I see myself handing you over. Look here, you can
							begin to be a bit friendly with me now, if you like." </p>
						<pb n="168" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6307"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mary was at a loss how to set about it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Two hours later Numa went home alone. He slipped from his
							horse in the far paddock, and walked slowly up the hill among the
							pumpkins. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the fence a great fear entered into his heart, for he saw
							his master's horse fastened up to a verandah post. He leaped over and
							slunk silently to the kitchen, only to come face to face with his master
							in the doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His first greeting was a whip-slash across the legs, and he
							began to yell immediately. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where Massa Philip ?" demanded Mr.
							Allars, with his whip raised for a second blow. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Him not come 'ome yet," blubbered Numa.
							" I not know wha' 'im got to." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you been near Mrs. Wharton's to-day ? The
							truth now, or I'll half skin you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa shivered. He could almost feel his skin being torn from
							him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me not," he said ; "
							'twas all the Capten. 'Ee not let 'er be my
							wife at all; so I come 'ome an' do my work. It not me,
							anyhow." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What the devil are you talking of ? "
							roared Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa backed into the wood-shed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Capten 'ee gammon, 'ee
							bushranger," he whimpered. " 'Ee snavel Mrs.
							Wharton's girl for his wife. 'Ee no let me have 'er ;
							an' I come 'ome. ' Steal your own wife,'
							'ee says; an' I come 'ome." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars turned away suddenly; but Numa stood still among
							the wood. Presently he peeped round the corner, and saw his master
							unfastening <pb n="169" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6350"/> his horse and preparing to mount again. He
							came out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You go in and clean little bedroom off the
							pantry," said Mr. Allars. " Scrub him out, and make up
							bed with Massa Wharton's things." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he rode away. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e6360">
						<pb n="170" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6362"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VIII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THE little brown man rode home at sunset alone. He did not
							whistle for Numa, because both of the slip-rails were out of place and
							reared up against the fence. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He rode round to the back of the house, swung himself down,
							slipped his reins over a nail on the wood-house wall, and went in
							through the kitchen door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Just inside, on the passage floor, was his old smoking-coat.
							He picked it up and stared at it, turning it round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who's been meddlin' with my coat ?" he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But there was no one to answer him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went on. The dining-room table lay spread ready for
							dinner. In the doorway his own particular chair lay on its back with its
							legs sticking out towards him. He raised it and set it in its place. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who's been meddlin' with my chair ? " he
							asked. But no one was there to reply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He lifted a dish-cover, stared at a steaming leg of mutton,
							put it down again, and walked <pb n="171" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6391"/> down the room rubbing his
							hands together. And there, at the end of the table, lay his own
							particular hammer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Who's been meddlin' with my
							'ammer ? " he demanded, snatching it up. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he threw it down again angrily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'll soon find out who 'tis," he said.
							Just like the little brown bear of nursery renown. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went along the hall and turned in at his bed-room door.
							His bed was ready made, but rumpled about and dented in the middle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Who's been lying on my bed ?" he shouted.
							Just like the little brown bear again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he stood still, too amazed to find a word to say. For
							there, just behind his door, at his washstand, in <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">his</hi> room, dabbling away with <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">his</hi> soap
							and water, was a little brown-haired, browneyed girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stared at her with a look as fierce as a compression of
							the three bears in one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's you," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And for answer she trembled, dropped soap and towel, and ran
							away through the open French window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that he drew in a great breath and turned back into the
							hall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And there met him there Mr. Allars, Philip, and the little
							brown-eyed girl again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who's she ?" he demanded, pointing
							wrathfully at the small stranger. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your son's child," replied Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then out she goes," shouted the little
							brown man. </p>
						<pb n="172" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6445"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not so fast," said Mr. Allars quietly.
							" This is my house, remember.<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi"> I </hi>say she
							stays." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I want to go home, please," whispered
							Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You're there," said Mr. Allars.
							"In the only home you've got. Take her to the table,
							Philip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip drew her away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Who fetched her ?" asked the brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Philip stole her this morning," replied
							Mr. Allars, "and brought her here. I had gone away to fetch
							her, for her mother died this morning." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said it in an indifferent, matter-of-fact way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man started. "Selwyn's wife
							!" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay," said Mr. Allars, " and
							she's been dying ever since he left her, it appears. Now she's dead.
							This youngster can knock about here for a bit, until you send her to
							school." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Does she know ? " asked the little brown
							man in a whisper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"About her mother? Not yet. We'll tell her in a day
							or two. Let her settle down first." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They went in to dinner together. The two children were facing
							each other over the roughly-set table. The two grandfathers sat down
							opposite each other, and every one but Mary began to eat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why don't you have some tea ?" asked
							Philip, wondering at her abstinence. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't want any," said Mary with a catch
							in her voice. </p>
						<pb n="173" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6494"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars looked at her with the stern look that had subdued
							Philip more than four years ago. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get your tea," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't— " she began, and her
							lip dropped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get your tea," he said again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She began to eat so swiftly as to almost choke herself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Where's Numa ?" asked the little brown
							man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gone to fetch your grand - daughter's
							things." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh?"</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip put down his cup. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Has he got a grand-daughter ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars pointed to Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"There she is," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the little brown man was not proud of the relationship. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let 'er go back to them as wants
							'er," he said. " I don't." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A few minutes later Mr. Allars looked up again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I've given her your room," he said.
							" You can have the pantry bed-room. It was too much of an
							outhouse for a child like that." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the little brown man swore in many and various words. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Poor motherless Mary was terrified. She recognised, with a
							child's swift instinct, that to the little scowling man she was
							repugnant, and she kept as far away from him as possible. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">As soon as tea was over she besought Philip <pb n="174" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6555"/>
							with tears in her eyes and voice to take her home. But he shook his head
							and denied her, for he knew that she was orphaned, and that his home was
							now her only one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa returned with a small box of clothing for her, and she
							coiled herself on it, feeling nearer home, in some indefinable way,
							there than anywhere else. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Later in the evening Mr. Allars found her there, her face
							disfigured and swollen with weeping, her eyes fast shut. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He watched her in perplexity. It had been a problem to him
							how he was to bring up his grandson. But a girl-child! A little creature
							who would some day grow into a woman! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She shall go away soon," he said half
							aloud. " But I couldn't have left her in that house of death,
							and her mother begging so hard of me to take her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The child stirred and moved restlessly. Her head was almost
							hanging over the side of the box. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars stooped and lifted her into his arms. Then he
							turned towards her bed-room. He had to smooth out the bed for her
							himself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Before he could put her down she nestled closer to him and
							clung with both arms round his neck. The action held him breathless
							almost. Then he saw that her eyes were <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">fast</hi> shut
							and that she was sleeping still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laid her down gently and pulled off her boots and
							unfastened her frock and pinafore. Then he covered the blankets over her
							and went <pb n="175" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6586"/> away into the hall, where the lamp stood that
							lighted her room. He turned it low and went away softly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Plenty of room here for a morsel like
							that," he said. " And it's better than an asylum or
							refuge, after all." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Quite early in the morning he heard Philip and Numa talking
							to her on the verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"While you're here," said Philip,
							"you can try to get over being a girl. It was all very well
							going on like that before you knew me. But if you don't look out you'll
							just go and grow into a beastly woman." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A beastly woman," said Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If you like to come out into the paddock after
							breakfast," continued Philip, " you can have a try at
							being a bushranger." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't want to be a bushranger," said
							Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Fraid ?" asked Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said. " It's only I'm
							not used to being a bushranger. Generally I'm a butterfly— or
							a bird—or a mother with some children." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well," said Philip, " we'll see
							what you're made of. We'll start fair and forget you're a
							girl." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, we'll start fair," said Numa. </p>
					</div2>
				</div1>
				<div1 type="section" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div1" id="d196e6622">
					<pb n="176" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6624"/>
					<head type="div1" TEIform="head">PART III</head>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e6629">
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER I</head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So the cottage had another inmate. At first it seemed so
							strange as to be unreal, and so unreal as to be part of a fairy legend. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was one evening when the sun was going down in a glory
							all blood-red, when all the beauty of the earth seemed to have run into
							a billowy western cloud, that Mr. Allars sat upon his verandah and let
							his eyes gaze into the bosom of that sun-touched cloud as though he
							would have read the heart of things beneath. He sat for a very long
							time, and his heart saddened and the lines on his face deepened. For in
							the heart of things he had found a heart that had been his own, and on
							the bosom of the cloud, a bosom upon which his own and one small dark
							head had often rested. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So he sat very still with only the muscles of his face
							moving. Then from somewhere behind him there came a little figure in a
							ridiculously short and shabby frock, and it slipped up close and leaned
							upon his chair. But his eves were <pb n="177" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6642"/> still far away in a
							beautiful young world, and he sighed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the little figure drew closer, and two warm, clinging
							arms went round his neck. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm so lonely," whispered a childish
							voice, and there was a choke in it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay, ay!" he said. " We all
							are." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Won't you take me back again, please—to
							where I came from ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"There are people in that house you have never seen,
							and who have never seen you," </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" In <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">our</hi> house ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, it's theirs now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then a silence came, and the clinging arms clung closer, and
							the soft little face lay on his shoulder. And he sat stiller than ever,
							for the strangeness of this earthly caress held him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Won't you take me back to mother,
							please?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She said it in a childish, coaxing way. Then he dropped his
							arm and gathered the little figure close to him and held her firmly. And
							he turned the little face up to his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your mother is dead," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">what's</hi> dead ?"
							asked Mary. " Dead like the flowers go and the chickens
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said " Yes," endeavouring to grasp what
							death must sound like to one who had never seen it. And he lifted her on
							his knee and tried to make her understand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He did not show her death as life, and he told her nothing
							about Heaven, and very little about God. But he talked to her of tired
							people and heartbroken people, and gave her an idea of <pb n="178" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6695"/>
							what rest is. So that death was to her translated as rest. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She watched his face, her eyes a soft, serious grey. And he
							knew from her words that she had been thinking of him more than of his
							talk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I like you better than my grandfather,"
							she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you ?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. I don't like him at all Can I have you
							instead of him ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," he said gravely. " God ties
							our forbears like millstones round our necks. It is our fathers and
							grandfathers in us that drag some of us to the gallows." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What are the gallows ? " asked the child. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he looked into the shining depths of her clear eyes, upon
							the unsullied purity of her face, and a groan burst from his lips. For
							he had been willing that the brand of Cain should rest on her brow so
							that Philip's should go unmarked through this world and into the next. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Now the face of things was changing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Run and play with Philip," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she shook her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He hates dolls," she said, " and
							I'm <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">tired</hi> of being his wife." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" His wife!" said Mr. Allars; then he
							looked at her and began to laugh. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The sensitive little face reddened. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He says it's good for me," said the child,
							" but I'd rather just be a little girl and go home to
							mother." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Footsteps came up the path. </p>
						<pb n="179" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6748"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Tricksy !" called Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That's me," said Mary with a
							breath-catch, and nodding into the old man's face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip came round the corner. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary folded her arms tighter round Mr. Allars' neck. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We're talking," she said, " go
							away—we're talking!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip stood stock still at this strange sight. For his
							grandfather's arm lay round his little wife's waist—or what
							would probably be a waist in years to come. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And all that tenderness had come because a favourite horse
							had died at noon—and the sun had set in more than usual
							beauty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But after that Mary claimed a special gentleness from him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She loved him with the frankest, most adoring love, a love
							utterly devoid of fear. She told him about it every day, whispered her
							secrets, which were minute and multitudinous, to him, watched him and
							waved to him from the verandah morning and evening. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a strange thing, this love that grew between the
							frank-eyed girl-child and the bent-shouldered man. But it made a
							difference in the lives of every one in the cottage—excepting,
							perhaps, the little brown man's. He went on his way just as ever. When
							his son had lived with him he had managed to forget his
							responsibilities, and to shift them to his friend's shoulders. And now
							that he was a grandfather it was the same. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mr. Allars seemed to come, led by the <pb n="180" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6784"/> hand
							of frolicsome, sweet-eyed Mary, out of a life of middle-aged dulness to
							the borderland of imaginative youth. He even understood—or
							misunderstood—something of the enchantment of a sea life when
							he saw Mary and Philip squirming over a stubbly lawn, and Numa's
							pathetic smile because he was shot for having failed to do his duty. The
							glory of a bushranger's life was so forcibly brought home to him by
							glowing-eyed Philip and persuasivetongued Mary, that he himself helped
							to organise a camp, and he only swore quite mildly when Mary allowed
							herself to be "kidnapped" in the dead of night. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Until she was thirteen she lived the life of a boy. She
							learned to ride bare-backed, to swim, to shoot, play cricket, climb
							trees, saddle a horse, milk, throw stones boy-fashion—which is
							totally different from a girl's way—talk slang, and, alas! to
							swear. It was to be expected, brought up as she was with three bush-men
							and two bush-boys. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But at thirteen she had grown lithe and strong. Her face was
							sun-tanned and healthy, her eyes quick and clear, her figure straight as
							a young sapling. She learned to scorn fear, to obey without question, to
							depend upon herself, and to look at honour from a masculine standpoint.
							And from all the little feminine vices of envy, tale-bearing, and petty
							uncharitableness, she was free. Also she laughed at as many of her woes
							as she could, and the others she neither sulked nor brooded over. </p>
						<pb n="181" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6794"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">During these years Philip had been riding in daily to the
							local public school, and Mary had been groping along the road to
							learning under his somewhat patronising guidance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then what is known as the hobble-de-hoy stage came upon
							Philip, and Mary passed into the " gawky " and
							ungainly period. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was Mr. Allars who first recognised the fact. They had had
							a liberal physical education, and their morals were the best he could
							give them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"We can bring 'em up to be a man and
							woman," said Mr. Allars to the little brown man, " and
							the sort of man and woman the world needs. But they want more—
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? " said the little brown man,
							" they'll do." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No," said Mr. Allars thoughtfully.
							"No, they won't. Now they've to be educated." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eddicated ? " said the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay ! Educated. Boarding-school for them
							both." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Be damned!" said the little brown man
							vehemently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mr. Allars went on quietly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You might put Mary into the convent at
							Eontleigh," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"The convent!" almost screamed the little
							brown man. "Why, that means money. Be damned!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mr. Allars had his way. Mary was put into the convent for
							five years-years empty of holidays; and the bills came home every
							quarter <pb n="182" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6836"/> to her grandfather. And they were heavy ; and
							sometimes he paid them. When he did not, Mr. Allars did. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">One of his stipulations was that what religion she had she
							was to find for herself, but instruction in that branch was to be
							omitted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Mary learnt to play and sing and paint; to darn, knit,
							patch, make, and mend. She read about other worlds and orbits, and
							attractions, and so forth. She knew a great deal about the rocks of this
							earth, and fossils, and veins and lodes. She could work out an equation,
							and had many times crossed the Pons asinorum. She had read in Latin how
							Caesar overcame the Gauls; how Eneas' hair stood on end; in French
							Esther's story and the tragedy of Athaliah. She knew the extent of every
							continent, and had the exports and imports of every country at her
							finger-tips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But of man her knowledge was confined to a blurred memory of
							the two old men at home, Philip, Numa, and Caesar. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When she was eighteen her grandfather sent for her to go home
							to be a woman. His letter said a "woman," but he and
							Mr. Allars in their evening communings had said a "
							wife." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's fettered spirits rose. There was a something within
							her that bounded and sprang into life at the mere thought of being a
							woman. She sang over the shining glory of it, and longed to stuff her
							girlhood away out of sight. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had read a little Dickens and Thackeray, much Carlyle and
							Emerson, selected Browning, <pb n="183" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6857"/> Longfellow, and Tennyson, and
							she had grown up with Shakespeare. But of modern novels—
							novels treating of the men and women of to-day —she had read
							none. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But now—to be a woman ! Girlhood she had tasted of
							and drained dry. In stepping into womanhood she felt she would step
							straight into another being. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And for an ideal woman, a woman whose being, as it were, she
							might step into, she took Esther of " Bleak House." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she did her hair quaintly, and spoke meekly, and tried to
							fasten down that bounding young spirit of hers between the two covers of
							a book. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">With Philip life had passed more tumultuously. During the
							third year of his boarding-school life he had run away and put himself
							to sea. That passionate craving of his for adventure had been too strong
							to allow him to read "Westward Ho!" and "The
							Three Midshipmen," and take life just as he had before.
							Introduced suddenly, as it were, into the world of fiction, he fell upon
							any and everything in the shape of a book, and read it with hungry
							avidity. His spirit rose against the monotony of school discipline; and
							in a burst of wild enthusiasm he broke away from his shackles. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And, of course, he took to the sea. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars had two months of gnawing anxiety, then a
							pencilled letter from Philip reached him.. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he had read it, even the little brown <pb n="184" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6881"/> man
							saw the look of surprised relief that ran over his face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It wasn't his mother, after all," he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh ? " said the brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He's run away to sea. Richard did the same. I did
							the same. He's been down among the islands." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He's a young devil-may-care. Says he means to die
							a captain. He's bathed in the briny, but strikes me he's had no cuts for
							the salt to wash into yet. I'll go down and see him." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next day he went. He himself, old as he was, felt a
							thrill when he saw the blue of the harbour water, with the ferry-boats
							plying about and the vessels' high masts running skyward. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a thrill that had come to him all his life at sight of
							the sea, notwithstanding he was an Australian squatter who dreamt wool
							and mutton. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He found the vessel he was seeking. A black-and-white-cargo
							boat loading coal at a dirty wharf. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he crossed the gangway and stood upon the vessel's deck
							and interviewed the captain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then there came towards him a betarred sailor stripling, with
							a bucket of paint in one hand and a rope-clump in the other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was Philip. Philip with a sun-tanned face and happy,
							careless eyes, a sailor's song on his lips, and many sailorish gestures
							and speeches and ways about him—a happy sailor lad. </p>
						<pb n="185" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6919"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars was disappointed over his unmistakable happiness,
							but he neither upbraided nor threatened him. And he did not ask him if
							he had had enough of it and would not be glad to go back to school. For
							he himself had been a sailor lad, and he knew how to read signs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Besides, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">he</hi> did not intend that his
							grandson should die a sea-captain. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip was exultant. In half-an-hour he had rattled off
							stories of hair-breadth escapes, of dangers braved and hardships
							endured, and all with the old eager glow in his eyes. And Mr. Allars
							nodded and smiled, for he knew Philip's romancing powers, and he had had
							it from the captain that the trip had been unremarkable and particularly
							smooth. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Then you'll be willing to stay on this boat
							?" he asked, looking down into the shining eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Willing!" Philip protested his
							willingness excitedly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Because there is a boat running down to New
							Zealand—I could get you on, as you're set on being a
							sailor." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"We're going to Ceylon and Bombay," said
							the lad. " And to Shanghai and Japan. We're going everywhere.
							No, I'll not shift for a trip or two. It's all experience. In six months
							I'll know all there is to be known about a brig." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" So long as six months! And then ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, then I'll go more into navigation itself. I
							study it in my spare time a good deal <pb n="186" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6951"/> now. I know a
							tremendous lot about the island waters already." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, I knew more at your age than at any other.
							It's the knowing age, isn't it, my lad ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, you'd soon pick it up again," said
							Philip encouragingly. " There are a few little currents
							knocking round. Nasty little spots, but you'd soon pick it up." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip went to Japan and Shanghai, and to Bombay and
							Ceylon, and nearly two years went by. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars had not meant the effects of his diplomacy to
							endure so long, and when the boat came in he went down to Sydney again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he saw the captain, and the captain gave him briefly the
							story of the voyage. And how Philip had left him at Ceylon, as he had
							half expected he would, and had set out to join the Australian troops in
							the Soudan. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Mr. Allars went home again with a new anxiety at his
							heart. And he and the little brown man read every cablegram and story
							that came across the sea from the African land. And Mary, who had found
							a God of her own by now —a God whom she treated reverently
							like an all-wise Parent—Mary prayed every night for soldier
							Philip as she had never forgotten to pray for sailor Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Another year came and went, bringing at last a great eventful
							day to the little southern colony. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The troops came home again. And all the offices in Sydney
							were closed, and the shops put <pb n="187" TEIform="pb" id="d196e6979"/> up their shutters, or
							pulled down their blinds, and the people crowded the balconies,
							pavements, railings, parks, the quay, and the harbour. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip came marching home! Several other people came
							marching home, too, but this story has only to do with Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was blowing of bugles, and beating of drums, and the
							flash of steel, and the clash of horses' hoofs. And waving of
							handkerchiefs, and shouting of men, and weeping of women. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But in all that vast throng of excited welcoming faces there
							was not one that smiled for Philip, not one hand put out to grasp his,
							not one tear glistening because he had come home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he felt far, far lonelier and sadder with his foot
							pressing his native land again than he had sailing away, his eyes turned
							to strange countries. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But two days later he received his discharge and was free,
							and then with all the uncurbable eagerness that had carried him to the
							sea, he turned towards his far inland home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he travelled with his soldier's knapsack through part of
							a day and a night, and he reached the up-country little platform. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And it struck him with amazement that everything looked
							exactly as it had looked upon the day when he had gone back to school. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The station-master's shanty, the weatherboard shed for
							passengers, the rough two-railed fence around the platform, nothing had
							been added to, nothing had been taken away, as far as he could <pb n="188" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7006"/> see. And how many lives he had lived since then
							?—a school-boy's life, a sailor's life, and a soldier's life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He walked to the Royal Hotel, recalled himself jovially to
							the innkeeper, and received a wringing hand welcome home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he set out and rode as quickly as he knew how, which was
							very quickly indeed, through a slowly-descending evening. And he came to
							the old slip-rail and switched it down, and rode on, forgetting to put
							it up again. He stared hard at his old vessel's deck, which, being
							interpreted, means the cottage roof. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he dismounted, slipped his reins over an old nail on the
							wood-shed wall, whispered a greeting to two leaping dogs, and went in by
							way of the kitchen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In the dining-room a big unshaded lamp shed a flaring light
							over a bare-looking dinner-table. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars sat at one end facing the door, and the little
							brown man at the other facing the window. Between them was a stretch of
							what had once been a white table-cloth, the centre cruets, and a covered
							dish of meat. The little brown man was eating audibly, and without
							raising his eyes. Mr. Allars was eating and reading at the same time. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He walked half-way down the room, and neither old men looked
							up, being used to Numa's light footstep about the place. He took one
							stride more, and then he laughed, for he was enjoying this thing
							greatly. </p>
						<pb n="189" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7031"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh?" said the little brown man, and he
							dropped half a potato back to his plate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars sprang up, and a smile, such as Philip had never
							seen before, came into his face. He had to clear his throat twice before
							he could speak, and then he only said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Confound you, Pip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But later that night, he and the little brown man settled it
							all very comfortably about Mary and this soldier stripling and a certain
							small homestead close at hand with an excellent sheep-run to it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So that was how the letter went bidding Mary come away from
							her cloister and be a woman. Only both of the old men said "
							wife " in confidence to their pipes. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e7050">
						<pb n="190" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7052"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER II </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">FOR a week Philip tasted station-life, shared by day with
							Numa, by night with the two old men, and he found it wanting. Numa was
							sullenly jealous of his soldier's equipment and heavy moustache, and
							openly jealous of the glory of his past. Cattle-stealing,
							wife-kidnapping, bushranging, all sank into the most trifling
							insignificance before the thrilling romances of this travelled young
							giant. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Numa slunk into the background and sulked. But at night he
							crept to a bed-room window and listened to the verandah talk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars did not speak much, and the little brown man
							chiefly cackled; but Philip's stories flashed forth ceaselessly, wrapped
							in a cloak of glorious adventure. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But on the sixth day there were rumours and signs of other
							things to be. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man returned to the bed-room off the pantry,
							and the snug little verandah room was turned out and scrubbed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And a new set of mosquito nets came home. Both of these
							changes meant that Mary was coming. </p>
						<pb n="191" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7076"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip fell to thinking of her a great deal upon the seventh
							day. He tried to recall her face, and he told himself that he
							recollected her eyes perfectly. In his mind he saw them china-blue, and
							her hair a pale dead gold. For so he endowed all his dream-women. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">On the eighth day she came. His grandfather drove her to the
							door one evening, just as the little brown man was sitting down to his
							dinner. This was the time that train-arrivals came. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It all happened in a commonplace prosaic manner, which struck
							Philip as remarkable on a later day. Remarkable that he was not watching
							for her with a palpitating heart and restless eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was cutting bread with a clean scientific cut, and
							whistling half under his breath. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the door was pushed open, and he looked up. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her hair was not blonde at all, but dark. It came in a point
							on her forehead, and lay around her temple in little self-made curls.
							Her eyebrows were just two dark straight lines, and her lashes were
							neither very long nor curled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He knew at once that she was not pretty; but
							later—not so very much later, either—an angel from
							heaven could not have convinced him that she was not beautiful. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She blushed at his startled searching gaze, and he offered
							her the bread-knife instead of his hand in his embarrassment; and the
							frankness of her <pb n="192" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7102"/> laugh seemed to brush away the frost the
							years had been making. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, you didn't know I was coming," she
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I—I didn't know when," he
							replied stumblingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went forward and offered her cheek to her grandfather.
							But he drew back quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Be hanged !" he said. "Which was
							polite of him, for on ordinary occasions he would have said "Be
							damned." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip sprang forward and blustered a little, but Mary
							laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He doesn't know any better," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He saw that her eyes held mischief, and he called her
							"Tricksy" on the spot. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That night tea was a new matter at the cottage. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip, in his soldier's coat (which he donned
							sometimes in evenings, to the chagrin of Numa), sat opposite to
							Mary, who was habited like a little Puritan. And the two grandfathers
							sat face to face, just as in the days of seven years ago. And talk flew. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip retold some of his stories, with embellishments ; and
							Mary's eyes widened, and the colour ran about in her cheeks, till one
							marvelled at its agility. And Numa waited at table with a wide smile on
							his face throughout the meal, and his eyes hardly left Mary's face, and
							his ears drank in all she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It needs the young to make a home," Mr.
							Allars said to himself that night as he drew his mosquito nets. </p>
						<pb n="193" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7140"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked at the streak of light Mary's candle made on
							the verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It needs a woman to make a home,' he said to the
							streak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the little brown man flashed his candle round his room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Wish they'd hurry and get the thing fixed
							up," he said. " T'other room's a sight better'n
							this." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e7156">
						<pb n="194" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7158"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER III </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">MARY was very earnest in her desire to be ah ideal woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The great difficulty was, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">which</hi> ideal
							woman. There were so many of them, she found. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Laura of " Pendennis," Esther of "
							Bleak House," Florence of " Dombey and Son,"
							Dorrit of " Little Dorrit," were all chiselled the
							same, into the same image, with the same smile and frown—to
							her mind. She fancied the true heroine was a facsimile of sweet Alice
							whom Ben Bolt knew, one who " wept with delight if you gave her
							a smile, and trembled with fear at your frown." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But her ideals changed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was through Philip that the emotional novel fell into her
							hands. She ransacked his books, which were many and miscellaneous,
							gathered chiefly during his school-life and his voyages, and left behind
							him. But both his school-master and his captain had given them to his
							grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Within a month Mary had tried to model herself after the
							character of the fascinating little heroine in "Not Wisely but
							too Well," Mrs. <pb n="195" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7184"/>Burnett's "
							Dolly," Miss Braddon's "Vixen," and
							" The Princess of Thule." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was eighteen, and the "World of
							Romance" was to her more real than ideal. The people who moved
							there she made her people, herself, and her world—as far as a
							very active imagination could. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip served excellently for a hero. Compared with
							Arthur of "Pendennis," with Vixen's "
							Roderick," with Richard of " Bleak House
							"—with nearly every book hero she rated Philip a
							little before them all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she saw it was quite in the "List of Things to
							be Expected" that they two should fall in love with each other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was not shy in the least over it, and she could neither
							blush nor thrill when his voice sounded in the hall, or his little
							finger touched her little finger. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Only twice did he really sink in her estimation. Once was
							when she was steeped in Dollyism, and Philip did not tally with Donne.
							Donne was refreshingly thin, and miserable, and poor, and tragic, and
							Philip could not be termed one of these even by his tenderest friend.
							The other time was when she was revelling in the misery of those who
							loved not wisely but too well. Looking at Philip, she could be almost
							certain he had no wife in the background, and consequently the rapture
							of being romantically wretched was withheld from them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had not then reached the wisdom of smiling at the folly
							of her thoughts. </p>
						<pb n="196" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7206"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip suffered somewhat during these moods. He had had
							enough of life to show him the margin between the real and ideal. That
							did not prevent him from straying in either realm; but on the whole, he
							preferred the real infinitely, and felt its intenseness and intoxication
							more every day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He, too, had seen into the " List of Things to be
							Expected," and he had read it written down that he would love
							Mary unto the end of his life! And this, whether she ever loved him back
							again or not. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was very kind to him, but so was his grandfather. And she
							believed in him implicitly, but so did Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He felt it deeply that she never blushed for him, and that
							her eyes always met his in that wide sweet glance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He himself was so impregnated with what he had seen written
							down long ago on the " Scroll of Ages," that the red
							mounted into his cheeks whenever he thought of it, and the sight of her
							bustling and busy about the house was an enchantment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went away in the morning, and she would be gardening
							perhaps, or cooking, sleeves up elbow high, and a white apron round her.
							And they would say " Good-bye " in the kitchen, on the
							verandah, in the hall, anywhere, he lingeringly, she serenely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He would return in the evening—early always
							—and she would be sewing, or knitting, or painting, or
							reading, and they would greet each other, <pb n="197" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7229"/> he with a look
							that was almost a caress, she with a frank welcoming smile. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the end of a month the burden of her smile seemed greater
							than he could bear. A great discontent at her serene content shook him,
							so that he felt these days and these ways to be intolerable. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the woman's presence made a great difference in the
							house. A work-basket came into the dining-room, big hats with flowers
							and muslin on them lay about the hall. Little shoes with shapely heels
							stood amongst the big boots for Numa's cleaning. Bright-coloured blouses
							came home with the shirts on a Saturday night, and waited with them on
							the dining-room table to be overlooked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars talked a little more and laughed frequently. And
							often during his evening's smoke he looked through the dining-room
							window to the two young faces round the lamp-lit table. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But there came a night during a week of moonlit nights when,
							looking through that window, he saw the room that it was empty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he turned himself round and caught a gleam of a white
							dress in the moonlight beyond the slip-rails. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Ee's goin' to tell her a story
							to-night, instead of readin' 'er one," said
							the little brown man with excited volubility. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mr. Allars stood still and took his pipe from between his
							lips, for the importance of that story was enormous to him. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e7256">
						<pb n="198" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7258"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER IV </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THEY stood just beyond the slip-rails together
							—Philip and Mary. Above them was the Southern Cross, a sky
							strewn with star-dust and a three-quarter moon. Around, the tall still
							bush trees, slim saplings, giant gums, and wattles. Beyond—a
							very short distance—the cottage and the two old men. And quite
							close at hand, in the shadow of a clump of saplings, Numa. He wore one
							of Philip's military coats, a high white collar, and a brown pee-wee
							hat. And he held a silver-topped stick quite in the approved way for
							holding silver-topped sticks. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had been walking up and down and round about displaying
							the beauty of his borrowed plumes to the moon and the trees, and prouder
							of them than any peacock of his feathers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then there had come to him the sound of footsteps upon dried
							leaves, and the whispering of voices. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he had turned round and seen them— Philip and
							the girl. The girl whom he had tormented and teased, whose boots he had
							to clean, .and who was winning Philip's love, and <pb n="199" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7275"/> his
							dog's love, and the love of even the lame old jackass away from him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In his heart was a consuming jealousy casting out every other
							feeling but discretion. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had lost the first part of the story, but he pressed close
							to see what was left. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">like</hi> me ?"
							Philip asked, his voice stumbling over the verb. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary whispered "Yes" with the moonlight
							streaming into her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You—love me ?" ventured Philip,
							bolder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's eyes fell and a little tremor came into her voice. A
							faint "Yes" tripped over her tongue again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the rapture of that confession to Philip was such that it
							struck silence sharp upon it. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed
							the back of it reverently. Then he turned it over and kissed the soft
							little palm and blue-veined wrist. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Say it," he begged. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She hesitated. Then she felt he was trembling, and the glow
							in his eyes of earnest, hot, all-absorbing love struck her as beautiful.
							The smallest of small thrills ran through her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I love you! ' she said, and felt how stupid she
							was not to say more, or feel more, or show more. This beautiful,
							passionate love all for her ! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I love you !" she said again, and she
							looked up at him with the frankest and steadiest of smiles. For she
							really believed she <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">did</hi> love him, and moreover
							she was very desirous of doing so. </p>
						<pb n="200" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7319"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Every one of her ideal women were or had been in love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip put out his arms and drew her into them, holding her
							very closely and tenderly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he removed one of his hands and slipped it under her
							chin, turning her face upwards to his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She smiled at him softly, but the divine and unmistakable
							flash of love was not in her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">don't</hi> love
							me—you <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">don't</hi> love me!" he said
							miserably, with a very passion of pleading in his voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, yes, I do," she said cheerfully;
							" I love you very much <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">indeed.</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Would you die for me ?" he demanded.
							" If I were dying, would you feel you couldn't live ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes—of course !" she said
							promptly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He almost groaned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I had to live in a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">hut</hi>,
							could you take life so with me ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Was not this romantic ? She felt she had read it somewhere. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Sooner than live in a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">palace</hi> with any one else," she said. There was a
							certain grace about the words for all they were spoken rather
							parrot-fashion. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then don't look at me like <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">that</hi>," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How ? " she asked in amazement. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" As if I were your brother, or your grandfather.
							Look here, Mary, sometimes your smile sends me half mad." He
							said it miserably. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her eyes widened and two pretty perplexed wrinkles came to
							her forehead. </p>
						<pb n="201" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7389"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">am</hi> I to smile
							?" she said, and half laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't tell you," he said hopelessly.
							" But if our two grandmothers lived with us, do you think I
							should look at them like <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">this</hi>?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This was a glance of passionate, tender love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said, and hung her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he slipped his hand under her chin and turned her face up
							again. And he bent and pressed his lips to hers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that she shook herself free, angrily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I beg your pardon," he said, feeling at
							the first sight of her face that he had offended greatly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We never said anything about <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">kissing</hi>," she said stiffly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. I know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And—I don't like it!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You said you would die for me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Perhaps!" with an eye-flash. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Or live in a hut with me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, we needn't kiss because of that." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked at her for a second, and his face quivered and
							whitened. What this rebuff was to him she could not guess. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He leaned his head on his arm on the fence-top. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a second she watched him, and the anger ran away out of
							her heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After all, all her ideal women <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">were</hi>
							kissed, and kissing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went closer and slipped one arm round the back of his
							neck. </p>
						<pb n="202" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7464"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I was a beast!" she said penitently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," he said in a stifled voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm sorry now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You couldn't help it—and your <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">eyes</hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I love you "—tenderer than any
							" I love you's" yet. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You're an angel," he said, straightening
							himself suddenly, " and you don't understand love—
							that's what it is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. I'm a woman, and I do understand
							love." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she looked very little-girlish indeed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Kiss me," she begged, and held up her
							face penitently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he kissed her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But that kiss was quite a different matter from the sweet
							spoilt one. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e7505">
						<pb n="203" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7507"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER V</head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> FOR three days Philip kept this love of his a secret, or,
							rather, thought that he did. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa knew all about it. And Numa told Caesar. And Caesar
							told his <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">fidus Achates</hi>, the cook down at the
							Royal Hotel. And the cook told a chambermaid, who told several other
							people—some who were interested in the event and some who were
							not. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Mr. Allars knew, and the little brown man
							knew—or they both thought they did. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">On the fourth day Philip remembered himself of a performance
							through which book heroes almost invariably passed. And he told it to
							Mary, who remembered that book heroines under went it. And that it led
							to woes and complica tions and excitements without end. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I must ask your grandfather for you,"
							Philip said, " and I must tell my grandfather we are
							engaged." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's eyes shone and her spirits rose. For this sounded like
							the beginning of things to her. The declaration of love was but the
							prelude, </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip went to the little brown man in the bed-room off
							the pantry. </p>
						<pb n="204" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7537"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I've come to tell you something
							important," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Eh," said the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Of course you will be astonished. In fact, I
							suppose every one will. It is one of those unex pected things that ought
							to have been expected from the beginning." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh," said the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have come to ask your consent to my marrying
							Mary." Philip's eyes were luminous. " <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Marrying Mary</hi> "; his first utterance of
							those words cast such a light in his heart that his eyes flashed forth
							its reflection. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh," said the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was unfastening a boot, kneeling on one knee upon the
							floor. He never even raised his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip sat down on the foot of the bed and fixed his eyes on
							the stubbly grey hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was not goinsr to have the honour of this thing curtailed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have loved her," he said, "
							ever since she was a little thing in a pinafore, I think. There has
							never been any other girl in my life—there never will be. I
							went away and I roughed it on sea and land, and I have come back, and I
							still love Mary." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said it with his eyes looking far away through the wall,
							probably to the Soudan, where he had " roughed " it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The old man began to laugh his hideous, dry cackle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you thought 'bout money ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"My grandfather made £5,000 over to me <pb n="205" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7586"/>when I came from the Soudan. If I marry to suit him he's promised me
							another £5,000 and the homestead at Buhara." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The old man unlaced his other boot in silence. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ? " asked Philip sharply, for he
							felt this was an empty honour he was paying Mary, and an absurd
							deference to her grandfather. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, hurry up, the two o' you. I could 'ave fixed
							it in 'arf the time. This room's got the rats in it somethink
							orful." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip then sought his own grandfather. He found him on the
							verandah, finishing his pipe. So, standing up and holding his head well
							back, he began to tell him the most important story in the world. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Almost at the first words of it Mr. Allars nodded and gravely
							removed his pipe from between his lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had been accustomed to taking trips into the realms of the
							young more lately and more frequently than the little brown man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have been hoping this, my lad," he
							said. Then he pushed a chair forward with one foot and added, "
							Sit down. But first fetch Mary. Before you tell me your story, I have
							one which I must tell to the two of you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So they sat on the verandah together, those three. And Philip
							fixed his eye on Mary's face, and Mary fixed hers on Mr. Allars, and Mr.
							Allars did all the talking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He told them a brief story of the boyhood and youth and very
							early manhood of two, who were their fathers. </p>
						<pb n="206" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7617"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He left tenderness out, and dealt in unchiselled facts. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he came to the story of the French ballet-girl and the
							clandestine marriages, both of the young faces flushed in the
							semi-darkness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For Mary wondered over her mother, and Philip felt if his
							father had married in the face of a prohibition he would have felt
							prouder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was a long pause after the story of the marriages. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"After all," said Mary,
							"clandestine marriages were quite the rage once." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars laughed and picked up his thread again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He hid the story of the forgeries because they were sins
							against him only, and because he had never told them to any soul upon
							this earth, and never meant to. They no more belonged to the world, nor
							to these two, than did any of the youthful pranks and sins of his boy
							Richard. No disgrace from them could possibly reach these two. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the end of the tale came haltingly, sorrow- fully. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was of the blood-stained road, of the blood- tracks
							reaching down rocks to the sea, of a blood- stained boat picked up on
							the wide waters of the Pacific, face downward, and battered and wrecked.
							And of the total disappearance of their two fathers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a weird and terrible story, despite its rough recital. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And pray God the Pacific was the grave of <pb n="207" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7653"/>both," said Mr. Allars at last, his gaze going
							swiftly from one white young face to the other. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was, of course," said the boy and girl
							in a breath. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars spoke of his doubts. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A trader reported afterwards," he said,
							" having picked up a man off Gabo. He was almost past speaking,
							and had stripped off all his clothes, and was clinging to a spar. But
							who that man was we have never known from that day to this." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A groan burst from Philip's lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was either my father—or
							hers," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was either my father—or
							his," said Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Ay!" said Mr. Allars, "but they
							have tracked and hunted him over the earth—from off the face
							of it, one would think. We have heard no more of him—and never
							shall, please God." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he leaned back in his chair and watched these
							two—the children of those other children. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It seems to me—and has done for
							years," he said, " that it will fix up the wrong for
							you two to care for one another. Seems as if your love will cover their
							sin. Maybe I'm wrong. You take each other under a cloud, as it
							were—where none can see but you two. And for better or worse,
							as no one else but you knows. And if your love will shine you through
							it—why, God be praised!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He got up, moved stumblingly a few paces, knocked his pipe on
							the verandah edge, and went away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip and Mary looked at each other linger- <pb n="208" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7690"/>ingly, and the tears lay thickly in the girl's eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she left her chair, moved over to him, and pressed soft
							lips upon his forehead. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If your father," she whispered,
							" I will kiss it away." She knelt down and raised her
							face. " And if mine," she went on, " you
							must." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he kissed her on her white forehead, under the darks of
							her hair. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So in the faint moonlight they kissed away the sins of their
							father—the brand of Cain—from whichever brow it
							might rest upon. And they folded their arms tightly around each other's
							neck, and laid their faces close together. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The tears were in Mary's eyes, for she felt very
							sorry—for them both. And a dead weight lay on Philip's heart,
							because he felt sorry for them both. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But they were no more than sorry. For the darkness of the
							past belonged to the past, and they were now in the halcyon present. And
							they were both young, and forgotten of the world— they
							thought. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e7713">
						<pb n="209" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7715"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VI </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">MARY began to feel that the crown of woman
							hood—that glorious magic crown—was of common garden
							flowers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She could not find words to express it in— there
							were no words exactly fitting her case— but it was as though
							she were losing her appetite for life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Everything seemed flat and dull. Every one did the very same
							things, at the very same times, every day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She read a great deal, leaving the house to Numa's care, and
							the kitchen and cooking to Caesar's. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And after she had been engaged for two months, "
							Monotony of monotonies!" said her heart. " All is
							monotony !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Not one of her books dealt with life on a lonely Australian
							station—not one of her heroines had for companions by day only
							two black men, two dogs and a jackass, and for the evening hours two old
							men and one young one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Every day, too, Philip seemed less and less likely to display
							the scar or skeleton of a past tragedy. Every day the real tragedy of
							their <pb n="210" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7741"/>own two infantile existences sank into a little
							deeper oblivion, sank and sank, until it only seemed to belong to some
							remote ancestors, and not to themselves at all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she lost her relish for the days, and did not care whether
							they came or went, or stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she grew a little pale, though no one noticed it, and her
							eyes grew tristful, and her step slow, and—" Monotony
							of monotonies ! " said her heart. " All is monotony
							!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But still the days came to her, and still she took them up.
							Hot summer days, with a blazing sun in the heavens, windless days, when
							the dogs lay panting under the trees or on the verandah, and tropical
							thunderstorms came in the evenings to clear the air for more heat on the
							morrow. Dry scorching days, when little rain fell on the land, and the
							grass grew brown and withered up, and the sheep died, bush fires raged,
							and snakes and rabbits throve everywhere. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That was a dreadful summer. There was an evening when Philip
							and the two old men did not return at all. Mary, looking out from the
							verandah, and seeing the dense smoke that lay round like an atmosphere,
							knew that it would be the bush fires that were keeping them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she went inside and sat down to a lonely table. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The table, at least, was daintier for her pre sence. The
							cloth was always clean, and the one pot plant the house possessed stood
							in the centre beside the cruets. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">To-night she ate with a book beside her. She <pb n="211" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7765"/>was
							devouring the history of " Jane Eyre " with avidity,
							and she did not mind the non-arrival of the others in the least. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the evening dropped away sluggishly, and night came on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she went to the verandah again. All around, as far as
							the eye could sweep, were bush fires. She was not alarmed at them in the
							least —for quite half of her life she had been accus tomed to
							these summer ravages, and she had helped to beat many a one out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she watched them from a lounge chair on the verandah, and
							tried to keep the mosquitoes at bay by wafting her book about. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Caesar lounged out and flung himself on the lawn, and Numa
							came out and watched* too. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently Mary saw, leaning upon the fence near the
							slip-rails, the figure of a man. He was stand ing as one who is at home
							and lounging stands, or as one in doubt whether to enter or go away
							again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa smiled and made a low sibilant sound. Immediately the
							dogs bounded forward, and darted, barking, down the path. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Call off the dogs !" ordered Mary.
							" How dare you, Numa! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa made another sibilant sound, and at once two panting
							animals stood beside him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now," said Mary, " you go down
							and see who it is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa did not move. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Im can come up," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A flash of anger came into the girl's eyes. </p>
						<pb n="212" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7806"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go at once!" she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Numa blankly refused. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me not do's you tell me," he said.
							" You go 'long." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was his first act of insubordination to her. She had
							caught muttered words before, but never a direct refusal to obey. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She remembered now a suggestion of Philip's a few days back,
							one that had rejoiced her heart, but had been vetoed by the old men. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was that she should have a female com panion—a
							working housekeeper—a lady help— any one female to
							share her loneliness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mr. Allars had asked: " What are you going to do
							with her when you've married her ? I'm not going to have a tame female
							cat about my house, I can tell you ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Marry 'er! Marry 'er!" said the little
							brown man. " And female fiddlesticks !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But to-night in her loneliness Mary wished wildly for a
							woman—just any woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she wished for Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Csesar," she said, "go down to
							the rails and see who it is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Csesar was snoring. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man at the fence apparently understood matters, for he
							dropped the top rail, stepped over the other, and walked up the path. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He eyed the dogs nervously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he came to the verandah they growled, but Numa talked to
							them in a language unintel ligible to all others, and they stayed beside
							him. </p>
						<pb n="213" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7856"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man removed his hat, seeing Mary, and spoke with a
							gentleman's accent. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wish to see Mr. Philip Allars very particu
							larly," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He is not at home," said the girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man's face fell. It was a clean-shaven face, and looked
							refined, from what could be seen of it in the summer night. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am very sorry," he said. " I
							am very sorry, for it was important" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Will you leave a message ?" asked Mary,
							" or come to morrow ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man considered for a minute or two. Then he went up the
							steps and stood beside her on the verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary had two swift thoughts. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The first was that she had her revolver ready loaded inside
							her bed-room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The second, that she or Philip had in all pro bability a
							father wandering about, and perhaps haunting his old home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A sinking feeling came to her heart, and she peered into the
							man's face anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My name is Rawson," said the man;
							" though that hardly matters at all. I was here once as tutor
							to Philip—-for a few hours." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. I heard of you," said Mary,
							wondering. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I tell you that to reassure you, and because, if
							you tell Philip what I am going to ask you to, he may understand why I
							came instead of any one else." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The girl nodded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I come from his mother," said Rawson. </p>
						<pb n="214" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7909"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nine years ago, in the impetuosity of my boy hood,
							I ran away from here to—to—absolutely because I
							wanted to play Romeo to her Juliet." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">did</hi> you ? "
							asked Mary quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson laughed, a cynical, half-held-back laugh, such as Mary
							had often read of, but never heard before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I did not," he said somewhat tragically,
							" but I played Paris. Well, I come to ask him —as I
							asked him before—to go to her. She is in the township for
							to-night and till twelve to morrow." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh ! " exclaimed Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not performing," continued Rawson.
							"Merely resting on her way through to Sydney." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Is she acting <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">still</hi> ?
							" asked the girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Still!" said Rawson. "Why, of
							course she is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew a deep breath. There rushed through her mind the
							image of a wrinkled wreck, whirling mazily through life for her daily
							bread. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She felt a little sorry for her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Poor old thing," she said below her
							breath. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I believe," said Rawson, " that
							it is positive agony to her to be in this place and not see her boy. It
							seems more than she can bear." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? " asked Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She is the most tender-hearted woman alive. I
							believe it almost killed her to give Philip up at all." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's heart yearned suddenly for this mother- love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will ask him to come—persuade him
							?" asked Rawson. </p>
						<pb n="215" TEIform="pb" id="d196e7968"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded. " He <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">shall</hi>
							come," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" At ten in the morning to the Royal Hotel, Miss
							Wharton." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How did you know my name ?" asked Mary
							quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" From Philip's mother and the hotel
							people," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After he had gone—long after—Mary be
							thought herself of Numa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go to bed !' she said haughtily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he did not move. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She leaned towards him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" In the morning," she said, " Mr.
							Philip shall thrash you with a stock-whip, and the master will thrash
							you with a strap till the blood comes!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She said it harshly, flashed her eyes, and set her soft
							little mouth firmly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Numa looked at her, and his lower hp fell. Then he rose and
							slunk off kitchenwards, and to bed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary laughed at her own ingenuity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In less than ten minutes she was sleeping. And no door or
							window in the house was locked; and of such is the trust of Australian
							bush-folk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When the dawn was streaking the grey with pink, Mr. Allars,
							the little brown man, and Philip rolled home, almost drunken with sleep
							and weariness. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e8018">
						<pb n="216" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8020"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was ten o'clock in the morning, and Philip was going up
							the staircase at the Royal Hotel once again in search of Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was more nervous even than upon his last visit. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson met him in the doorway, and went a few stairs up with
							him, talking very little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He nodded to the corridor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"The second door on," he said. "I
							shall leave you now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip caught his sleeve. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You had better come with me," he said.
							" She is a total stranger to me, you know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Rawson shook his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have a little sense of the fitness of
							things," he said gravely. " Second door on,"
							and he moved away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So Philip went up alone, and very slowly. He found the
							"second door on," but opposite, almost, was another
							door, and that also was the " second on." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He took the one on his right without even noticing, merely
							counting two from the stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was nervousness even in his hands now. <pb n="217" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8062"/>His
							mother I Name of sacredness and tender ness! How the thought of her
							brought the manliness into his heart and the shame into his throat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His mother!—and he was ashamed of her. He knocked
							at the door loudly, and was bidden enter. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The room was dull with half-drawn blinds, and but little
							sunshine in it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Heavy maroon curtains were at the window; sitting-room
							furniture scattered round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went half-way across the floor, his head thrown back, his
							eyes straining over the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He heard a little gasp of surprise from the window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Sitting on a low chair, with the heavy red shutting overmuch
							light from her, was one, half- girl, half-woman, apparently. Her face
							was hardly discernible to him, coming from the light outside into this
							gloom. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I—I believe you expected me,"
							he said. He tried to think of words, appropriate, not ungentle words,
							but his vocabulary failed him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She caught her breath. It was a sound like a sob after
							overmuch weeping. Hearing it, his sense of shame sank, and his manliness
							rose. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I had not expected you yet; I did not think you
							would come," she began. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She rose to meet him, but her face was bent and drooping, and
							shaded with one hand. He knew at once that she had been crying. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My—mother!" he said half aloud.
							At that she threw back her head a little, and looked at <pb n="218" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8099"/>him. And a smile ran over her face. The next moment she laughed almost
							hysterically, and covered her face up with both hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip was disappointed. His nature, romantic and chivalric,
							clamoured for a greeting other than a laugh after this space of years. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He put his hands to her wrist and tried to uncover her face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You seem a very little mother," he said
							gently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She laughed again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You look very strong—and tall,"
							she said. " A man ! You make me feel ridiculously little
							—and old." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Lift up your face—and let me remember
							you —mother," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he lowered his head and her hands, and kissed her upon
							her cheek. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She gasped, and fled away from him across the room. At the
							door she stood still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your mother ! " she said, and laughed
							again. " I could not help it—it is too
							ridiculous." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The light was shining into her face now, and he saw it, that
							it was the face of a young girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood still, covered with confusion. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why didn't you tell me ?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why didn't you ask me ?" she retorted.
							Her eyes sought his : they were shining brown ones. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You said the last time you saw me you would not
							marry me," she went on ; " now you claim me for a
							mother ! What next ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He fidgeted, confused and awkward. </p>
						<pb n="219" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8149"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am very sorry," he said. She laughed.
							" That I am not your mother ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. That I—I " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked down demurely. " Oh, that you—
							you," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," he said, blushing a little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You startled me terribly," she said in a
							half- whisper, and turning as if to leave the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He crossed over towards her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">knew</hi> I was
							not—your son," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How could I understand what you meant ? I was
							expecting some one else " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The door handle was turned slowly on the outside. Immediately
							the girl slipped back into the room. The laughter that had been in her
							face went away again, and a little tremulous smile came to her lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip watched her in surprise. But a moment back her lips
							had been smiling and half scornful, now they were drooping at the
							corners, and her eyes threatened tears. He looked at the door. A
							thick-set man in loud checks was hesitating there. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I came to see Mr. Bright," said the man,
							perceptibly embarrassed at his intrusion. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My father ?" asked the girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip moved over to the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your father ? " asked the stranger.
							" Well —can I see him ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The girl's head fell slightly forward. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He is very ill," she said haltingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Philip closed the door softly and stood outside in the
							corridor. </p>
						<pb n="220" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8208"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Poor little thing," he said to himself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Opposite him was another door. That also was number two from
							the staircase. He knocked here, and this time the door was opened to
							him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There on the threshold stood his mother. He had not the
							smallest doubt about that the second he saw her smile. A flood of
							memories rushed over him as she stepped backwards, her eyes upon his
							face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He pushed the door to and went towards her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">are</hi> my
							mother," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">This room was fair with sunshine, and he saw her face. A face
							of beauty and frank sweetness. Dark eyes of generosity and compassion.
							They softened at his words, and tears came into them, and the lips
							trembled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she opened her arms. Such a divine, motherly, wide
							embrace. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip—my boy! My son !" she
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All shame melted away from him. Such a beautiful bewitching
							mother as this he had never conceived. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah, boy !" she whispered, " what
							it is to feel your strong arms round me! Hold me long, my darling. Every
							moment is a blot on the black dead years." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He kissed her cheek. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was you who made them black," he said.
							"Why did you leave me—why did you make yourself a
							stranger to me ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Because your grandfather could give you what I
							never could. Ah, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">mon Dieu!</hi> Philip," such
							a soft sibilant "Philip." "Philip, you <pb n="221" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8257"/>would have grown up on dry bread and sack cloth poverty
							with me !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But you have had it! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ah! and rejoiced in it to think what you were
							being saved. You know how one by a warm winter fire loves to hear the
							rain upon the roof; but oh, boy, I think you have not known the love
							that can take pleasure in being in the rain and knowing the beloved is
							by the winter fire!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And this was mother-love ! She searched his face with her
							eyes, warm with it, proud with it, sad with it. And the magic of her
							look set his heart on fire with the chivalric desire to aid and serve
							her—as it had fired his father's heart, and the hearts of a
							score or so of other men. He was bewitched within fifteen minutes by his
							own mother. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have gone years and years without a sight of
							your face," she went on. " I gave you up in your
							beautiful childhood, and I see you again in your beautiful
							manhood." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled, for the beauty of neither stage had struck him
							yet. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And for me," she continued sadly,
							" in the years of my beauty you were too young to heed me; now,
							when the heavy years are creeping on—the years that never
							forget us women—you see me. It is hard that my one and only
							child should not have known his mother in the days I sigh but to
							remember ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You could never have been lovelier than
							now," said the boy. The words were as much <pb n="222" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8281"/>a
							question as a statement, and the truth was in his eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise laughed delightedly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay, then I have not grown what you would name a
							hag ? " she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have not seen a young girl in all my life one
							quarter as beautiful as you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And no disloyalty to Mary was meant. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She laughed again, and clapped her hands softly. Her delight
							shone all over her face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"That yours is a true saying, your eyes
							verify," she said ; " but perhaps—may it not
							be, you are partial, boy ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Am I to tell you I could envy my own
							father?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She grew serious immediately. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" In truth," she said, " the
							angels of God might have envied us, the way we loved, boy. That they did
							is proved by the little while we had together. He was just such a boy as
							you— handsome, strong, and good. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Ma
							foi</hi>, I who have lived amongst boys and men of all countries, I know
							how good he was. Bah ! but the silly little word, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">good</hi>. " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But was he really ? " asked the boy
							eagerly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good ! There was not a man in the world fit to
							uncover his head to him. I tell it to you, Philip, I who was his wife
							for seven beautiful years." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You must have been a baby-wife," said the
							boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise was pleased. </p>
						<pb n="223" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8334"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I was," she said. " My hair had
							not been gathered up then, and my frocks extended not to the tops of my
							boots. He had no moustache, and had just bought his first
							pipe." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I wonder my grandfather did not try to dispute the
							marriage," said Philip, to whom this story had a double
							interest. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He did try. But—he could not move Richard
							from me. We were married over again when he was
							twenty-one—just to show him how we meant it. All the kings in
							the universe could not have separated us two." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's heart leapt. The words set his blood on fire. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But money?" he asked, with a fierce admira
							tion of his two young parents. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise moved her shoulders. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Money ! " she said. " For that
							we cared nothing! Besides, we had faith in the good God, who clothes the
							lilies and shelters the sparrows. We said to each other, 'Are
							not we two of much more worth than many sparrows? <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Vraiment</hi>! Our good Father in Heaven will care for us, who have
							so great a love for each other.'"</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> " And—did He ?" asked Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He did. If sweetmeats never came into our
							lives—bread was always there. We always had where to lay our
							heads. If our clothing was less glorious than the lilies—we
							were always clothed. Who can ask for more ?—food and clothing
							and shelter and a great love." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who ?" said Philip, his heart on fire. </p>
						<pb n="224" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8371"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space he sat silent and watched her, her softened,
							mobile face. Then the wonderment came to him how death had been able to
							sever these lovers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And what now ?" she asked, leaning
							towards him </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Only I am wondering how you have lived without
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You were wondering how I could live with him
							dead—how he could die with me alive. And truly, boy, the
							wonderment is on me yet. I have lived for seven years, believing him
							alive. Now I know it—it was he who was murdered." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I had rather my father were murdered than a
							murderer," said the boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His mother rubbed the back of her hand upon his cheek. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This is because of <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">shame</hi>!" she said. IN You are like him, then. He preferred
							death to shame. I am not so. I—I would rather have him covered
							over with shame and sin and alive, if <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">he</hi> would
							not suffer for it. My love is selfish, boy; it wants him here, in my
							arms, at <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">any</hi> cost." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip told her haltingly, hesitatingly of Mary. The
							opportunity gaped, and he filled it in with the story of his own love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Again," she said, "our love
							differs. You would have her father sin, that yours might go free. One
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">has</hi> sinned, you know. Now I would be covered
							with blackness that he I love might go white!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And I," said Philip hotly, " I
							hadn't thought. <pb n="225" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8416"/>I was thinking of my father then. Remember
							ing Mary, I could hope he <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">has</hi> sinned." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She pushed him away. " Oh, you unnatural and
							cold," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he was surprised at her contrariety. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But when he had told her how he was deter mined to renounce
							his grandfather and his home, if necessary, and cling to her and protect
							her and devote all his money to her, she forgave him sweetly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she talked of Mary again. " If you should leave
							your grandfather's home hurriedly," she said, " as one
							does in quarrels, you shall take her to <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">my</hi> home.
							Stay, if I should have returned, you shall go to Mrs. Bright's. But oh !
							boy, consider it," piteously, "I, a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">mother-in-law</hi>. Do not, I implore you." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e8441">
						<pb n="226" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8443"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER VIII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was late in the afternoon when Philip returned to the
							cottage. He walked into the house with his head very high and a glow of
							excitement in his face that Mary had not seen there for a long time. She
							interpreted it im mediately as something unusual, and from old
							experiences knew that anger was not far from his heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was reading—always she was reading now. But she
							raised her eyes to smile a welcome to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked at her as if deliberating. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ? " she asked. " What is
							the matter ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Put away your book," he said, and there
							was lurking tragedy in his voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she shut the covers at the crisis where Jane Eyre is
							summoned to that midnight scene in the mad woman's room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she waited. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood away from her, looking down at her with eyes
							schooled cold. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have come to set you free," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A little thrill ran through the girl at his <pb n="227" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8479"/>words. Were not they romantic? Were not they tragical?</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you ?" she asked, wondering, but she
							neither paled nor trembled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," he said. " Free as in the
							days when you were in your nunnery, and I was in the Soudan. As free as
							then, Mary." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But why?" she asked, wrinkling up her
							forehead in her perplexity. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then that old idea of hers about a prior marriage and a
							vagabond wife pushed itself into her head. She drew herself up as
							proudly as she could, not feeling proud at all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ?" he cried excitedly, " why
							? Because I have found my mother. She gave me up when I was a child that
							I might have wealth and plenty. And she has been working about the world
							all these years—and will go on working, as far as I can see,
							for all the years to come— so long as she is in the world. Or
							rather <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">would</hi> have done, only I am here with an
							arm to work for her. It is her time to rest." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," said Mary, waiting with large wide-
							open eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" So I set you free," he went on.
							" When I asked you to marry me, I was my grandfather's heir.
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Now</hi> I am disinherited." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked very proud about it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ?" she asked, capable of no more than
							a word. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Why ? Because I have a will of my own— and a
							mother. I have refused to give her up, and—this home is mine
							no longer." </p>
						<pb n="228" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8519"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He waved his hands towards the hall and verandah. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But you give <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">me
							</hi>up," said Mary with a little sob of hurt pride in her
							voice. She left her seat and moved down the hall, that he might not see
							the tears in her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He followed swiftly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"They have taken you away from me," he said
							sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who are <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">they</hi> ? "
							she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your grandfather." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She turned and looked at him. The pain in his eyes shook her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">won't</hi> be taken,"
							she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next moment he had her in his arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Although I am disinherited ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That doesn't make a bit of difference,"
							she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then you do love me!" he burst out.
							" Oh, my beloved, my beloved!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she trembled at the passion of love in his voice and
							young eager face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was as though love were a bud in her heart, struggling to
							blossom into full open life, but withheld by reason of the weakness of
							its imma turity only. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He put his lips to her ear and whispered. She shook her head
							vehemently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No ! no 1 no ! " she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then you <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">don't</hi> love
							me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That angered her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I do," she cried. " I
							do." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then come away with me
							noW—to-day." </p>
						<pb n="229" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8597"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said again. " It is
							wrong. It is wicked." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His eyes blazed at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is the most perfect thing you could
							do," he said. " Come, come, beloved. I can't leave you
							behind. You with these two old men alone ! Just think of it. Come, my
							darling! I have settled it all so beautifully. We will go over to the
							islands, and I will get a sugar plantation. I have still five thousand
							pounds, you know. And we will be together—you and I and my
							mother." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said again. " No ! no
							!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the vehemence was gone from her voice, leaving it just
							dull. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, you little cold thing! " he said
							passion ately, and his eyes blazed again. "God in Heaven ! Why
							cannot you women love ? " He put her from him. The note of real
							tragedy in his voice shook her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I do ! I do ! " she said. " I
							love you better than any one on earth." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He swept her into his arms. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You will come away with
							me—now—at once," he said; " and
							you will be my wife before two more suns set." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His voice was masterful, his eyes almost fierce. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her mind flew to details. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It will take a good while to pack up all our
							things," she said. " And Numa didn't clean*my boots
							this morning." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e8638">
						<pb n="230" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8640"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER IX </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was Friday night when they reached Sydney, dusk on
							Thursday when they left their home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Thursday night had been passed by Mary in the sleeping-car,
							by Philip in a smoking-carriage. For five or six of Friday's hours they
							had been prisoners in a small country town, waiting for a down train,
							the previous day's only running to a junction a hundred miles from
							Sydney. Then they had completed the journey in a crowded first-class
							compartment, face to face, and wedged into their seats by other weary
							wayfarers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Now they were in Sydney; the night was thick, the rain coming
							down in sheets, and they two in a hansom, driving towards their destina
							tion with a couple of portmanteaux in front of them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were going, according to a second plan Philip had made
							with his mother, to meet the contingency of Mary, being loyal, straight
							to Mrs. Bright's until Felise should return. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary herself was filled with a new and in creasing
							nervousness, at the rain or the town, or <pb n="231" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8660"/>this their unusual
							position, and she clung tightly to Philip's arm now that they two were
							together quite alone at last. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip rather enjoyed his sensations. It was pleasant to
							consider her absolute dependence on him, to have her nestling to his
							side in this childish, half-frightened way. Her complete ignorance of
							the world was gratifying in the extreme. He remembered afresh\ the seas
							he had crossed, the cities he had seen, the men he had known. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he felt more of a man than he had ever felt before. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I would give anything to be safely at home
							again," she said in a half-whisper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He tried to soothe her, and to tell her that home to them
							would henceforth mean wherever they two should pitch their tent.
							Meanwhile, it was as much in this cab as anywhere else, as they and
							their belongings were there. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she grew rather pettish over it, not having the
							home-making instinct very strong in her then. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I would give <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">anything</hi> to be
							at <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">home</hi>" she said again, with a
							lingering emphasis on the last word. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He tried to convince her that runaway marriages had been in
							the world ever since men and women had. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But it's so wet! " she said. " I
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">won't</hi> be married in the rain." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It will have cleared up by to-morrow." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It might not," she said, and he caught an
							accent of hope in her voice. </p>
						<pb n="232" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8704"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked down at the little tear-stained face so near his
							shoulder and sighed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For this large thing that he was going to do, and did not
							know how to go about, wanted both nerve and heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At his sigh she raised her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, what a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">boy</hi> you
							look!" she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'll be twenty-one in nine months, dear,"
							he said patiently, but he felt her taunt. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I used to think husbands always wore beards..
							Husbands ! Fancy you a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">husband</hi>!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew further away to look at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">my</hi> husband !"
							She giggled a little over the strangeness of it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't think of it now," he begged.
							" You're tired. We've travelled more than two hundred
							miles." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My husband ! 'My dear' I shall
							have to call you. ' My dear 'like this." She
							put her lips primly together, then suddenly covered up her face and
							began to cry. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she was very much astonished at herself, for she had not
							thought she was going to cry. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He tried to draw her into his arms, but she edged away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You always <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">do</hi> try to kidnap
							me, Pip," she sobbed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face clouded over. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, you came of your own will," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No, I didn't. I think marrying's very
							silly." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He kept silent, knowing this mood of hers of old. </p>
						<pb n="233" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8772"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If it even looks like rain I won't be
							married," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He did not speak. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Because I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">hate</hi> unlucky
							things." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He admired himself a little for keeping down his rising anger
							so well. They drove into a region of many shops and lights. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently an exclamation broke from her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, you're only twenty !" she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We've said that before," he replied.
							" At any rate, I'm two years older than you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, but—they can stop the
							marriage." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't talk such utter rubbish. Who would ? Your
							grandfather? Mine ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, it isn't legal. I won't be married if it's
							not legal." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't!" he said angrily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that her eyes blazed at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I won't be married at all in a minute,"
							she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">don't</hi> "</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Stop the cab, and let me go back." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, Mary, don't you think you're enough to
							exasperate any man ? There's no train home till Monday night, you know
							that perfectly. Now be quiet and don't talk any more." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stared at him speechlessly. Was this her beseeching
							lover—this masterful boy ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will go to Mrs. Bright's now," he
							con- tinued. " We will make up some rigmarole— say
							you're invited there by my mother on your way through Sydney. But for
							your own good you'd better marry me now you've gone so far." </p>
						<pb n="234" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8837"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said it quite coldly, looking out into the night. The cab
							was going slower and slower now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">don't</hi> marry
							you," she said, " should you go home again, too ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not I," he said. " I should go
							down to the islands all the same." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the cab stopped, and he flung open one door. The cabman
							came round and lifted out their luggage, and Mary felt her feet upon a
							city pavement for the first time in her life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She followed Philip and the luggage quite meekly, too wearied
							almost to care where they were going. Looming in front of them was a
							terrace of high, dark-looking houses. She saw their portmanteaux placed
							upon one front step, and Philip take the door-knocker in his hand and
							give a vigorous rat-tat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then some one came along the passage, some one with a slow,
							shuffling step, a chain was slipped noisily away, and a key turned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Is Mrs. Bright in ?" asked Philip of a
							female personage, whether old or young they could not see. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, I think she is," came the reply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, will you tell her that Mr. Allars wishes to
							see her ? Mention that I come from Mme. Dupuy." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that the door was opened wider. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come in, come in," said the woman.
							" I am Mrs. Bright." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the portmanteaux were brought in, and the cabman
							dismissed. </p>
						<pb n="235" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8883"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip, being nearest to the door, made to close it, but Mary
							clutched his arm. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa!" she whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What ? Where ? " he asked, startled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Numa—I'm sure-—he was close at
							the door, I'm sure! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip sprang outside, peered round the little garden, ran
							down to the little gate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When he came back Mary was waiting on the doorstep, and Mrs.
							Bright peering over her shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nothing moving in all the street but the cab going
							round the corner," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the door was really shut, and a light procured. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip tried to explain their arrival, feeling awkward, but
							Mrs. Bright evidently regarded it as a thing too commonplace for
							comment. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Only when he inquired for news of his mother she laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mother," she said, " <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">mother</hi>! Poor Felise." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He waited, regarding her gravely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She will be down by five to-morrow," she
							said. " At her lodgings, you know—she doesn't live
							here. She has a, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">flat</hi>, bless your life." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" All to herself ?" asked Mary, who had
							read of American flats. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, no," said Mrs. Bright, laughing.
							" My daughter lives with her. She don't get on with her pa and
							me none too well. She's got too many notions for an unmarried girl. But
							she's Felise's slave, I can tell you." </p>
						<pb n="236" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8939"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then why can't we go to your mother's flat
							?" asked Mary of Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh dear me ! Oh dear me ! My dear!"
							exclaimed Mrs. Bright. " What an hidea! There's no one lives on
							the flat but Felise and Nell. And they're both away. What an 'ighly
							improper suggestion." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary blushed vividly, feeling she had sinned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We must be such a nuisance to you," she
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mrs. Bright's eyes kindled, and she looked the young
							travellers over curiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, we're used to that sort of thing,"
							she said; " several of the company lives here, you
							know." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She pushed open a door on her right and flashed her candle
							round the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Two sleeps here, and three in the next room
							reg'lar," she said. " And the back room's a bed room,
							but there's no one for it now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip fidgeted. He wanted to pick Mary up and run away with
							her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Of course the company's away now," con
							tinued Mrs. Bright, " and I'm here alone. We 'ave our rooms
							upstairs—it's privater, a lot." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She led the way, and they followed two steps behind, holding
							hands like children. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the stair-top they saw in pale gas-light a room, with some
							of the attributes of a sitting and some of a dining-room. And further on
							again another staircase. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I suppose," said Mrs. Bright, nodding
							them <pb n="237" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8981"/>into the room, " you'd like a drop and snack
							now, wouldn't you ? coming off a journey and being tired. Have you come
							far ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Something over two hundred miles," said
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he felt the tremor that ran through Mary, and knew that
							her heart had flashed two hundred miles back to the little cottage in
							the midst of the bush. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e8992">
						<pb n="238" TEIform="pb" id="d196e8994"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER X </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT was more than eleven o'clock—nearly mid night. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip had been shown to his bedroom, the little back unused
							one on the ground-floor, and Mary had been lighted to hers on the third. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">An hour ago Mrs. Bright had departed attic- wards on a quest
							for blankets, and had been fully three-quarters of an hour away. Then
							she had come down with an armful of blankets, sur mounted by two
							ungowned pillows, and she had flung all on the bed and gone down to the
							first floor for sheets and a towel. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary sat on her unmade bed in her travelling-dress, and
							let her eyes wander round the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In one corner was a box washstand, with a small looking-glass
							hung above it. In another three chairs hurled together in a decrepit con
							dition. Then came her bed, a large, high, double one, with an appearance
							of ancestry about it. Three walls were absolutely bare, but half of the
							fourth was covered with clothing, and most of it .male attire and dark. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She could not repress a shiver of repulsion <pb n="239" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9017"/>and
							presentiment. There was something un canny about everything; and the
							rain was on the roof, and beating harshly against one small side window,
							and falling deafeningly upon the iron roof of the balcony just under her
							large window. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she had always hated that moaning of the wind down a
							chimney. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She left the bed and walked round the room, humming to
							herself. She went over to the chairs and moved them, looked under the
							bed, examined the washstand, and poked each article of clothing
							separately. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she went back to the bed and sat down, for she heard a
							step creaking upon the attic stairs. Creaking, creaking, but never
							coming nearer and never going away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary reminded herself that Mrs. Bright was down upon the
							first floor, that Philip was just as far away, and most probably asleep. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She watched a long time, sitting quite still with her eyes on
							the door, and the footsteps seemed to be coming but never came, and
							seemed to be going but never went. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last she heard Mrs. Bright mounting the stairs with hard
							breaths, and she ran over to the door. Her eyes fled half-affrightedly
							to the attic staircase; and she saw there, upon the banister- railing, a
							long thin hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She shuddered, drew back, looked again, and it was gone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mrs. Bright came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I had to go and undo one of the beds,"
							she <pb n="240" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9047"/>said. " We've run out of sheets with this
							'orrible rain putting off the washing." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She began to make the bed briskly, for all that she was such
							a washed-out-looking little woman. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary went to one side and took hold of a sheet corner. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Aren't you very tired ?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"La, no!" said Mrs. Bright. "I
							mostly always stay up till twelve." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"How many people have you in the house now ?
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Only myself. That's taking no count of you and Mr.
							Allars, of course." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But you've some one else ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. No one will be here till to-morrow." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But some one—some one, <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">surely</hi>. I saw some one." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The girl's eyes opened widely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mrs. Bright looked at her sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now that's what I call a presentiment,"
							she said. "Fancy it's coming to you, your first night, too ! It
							was a creaking, wasn't it ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Something certainly <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">did</hi>
							creak." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, they do say, you know, that this house is
							haunted. A man hung himself here on the rafters in the attic one Friday
							night at half-past eleven. And every Friday night— a little
							more blanket over 'ere, dear—every Friday night from half-past
							eleven till three in the morning the creaking's enough to madden
							you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't!" said Mary sharply. "What
							a hateful story!" </p>
						<pb n="241" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9104"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes, 'tisn't pretty. There's some as says you can
							hear the drip, drip of blood upon the floor. Mr. Bright's one of
							them." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A tale like that," said Mary,
							"only makes me laugh." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she looked very white over it, and her lips quivered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, it gives me the creeps," said Mrs.
							Bright. But she laughed, and dropped a pillow into a case with cheerful
							energy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Before I go to sleep," said the girl,
							" I'm going to search those attics. Will you come ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, I dursen't!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But you've just been." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But that was the right side of eleven." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, I will call Mr. Allars." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But he's sleeping somethink beautiful,"
							said Mrs. Bright. " I could hear his breaths as I passed his
							door. Just reg'lar breaths like a child." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Then I'll go alone." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mrs. Bright looked at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There's pluck for you ! " she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary walked to the candle, and picked it up with a trembling
							hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But almost before she could lift it up, it flickered and went
							out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, that's peculiar," said Mrs. Bright. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It would have been if it had stayed in,"
							said Mary. " There was no <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">candle</hi> left ;
							just a little bit of wick." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But it was a sign. I don't like it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you any more candles ?" </p>
						<pb n="242" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9169"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'll see." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mrs. Bright went out, drawing the door to after her, and
							darkness and silence reigned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary shivered and stood waiting. And the creaking came again.
							It was as if all the ghosts of all the haunted houses were tiptoeing up
							stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At last Mrs. Bright came in, struck a match in the doorway,
							and lighted a small piece of candle. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It's all there is in the house," she said,
							" and it's got to serve you getting into bed, 'cause the gas is
							turned off at the meter. So be quick." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary snatched it from her hand and sped upstairs. It was a
							narrow twisting flight of stairs, and ended in a perfectly empty room.
							It had a leaded floor, a roof window, and a door at one side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary almost ran to the door, her face perfectly white. She
							threw it open and glanced round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was a bed in a corner, all humped up with clothes,
							boots, and a towel-raiL There was another box washstand, a box table in
							the centre of the floor, and nothing else. No cur tains, or hangings, or
							valences anywhere, and no other door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back, ran over the leaded floor again, and walked
							quietly downstairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ? " asked Mrs. Bright anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No one," said the girl curtly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's as I said. It's that man suiciding
							yet." </p>
						<pb n="243" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9210"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good-night," said Mary. " I'm
							very tired." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Are you afraid ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The girl laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I should think not!" she said. She went
							over to her portmanteau and opened it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm used to the loneliest of bush lives,"
							she said. "You see I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">can</hi> protect
							myself!" She held up a small and shining revolver. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, la!" said Mrs. Bright nervously.
							" Do put it away now, do, please." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mr. Allars has one, too," said Mary
							quietly. " If the ghost comes to either of us, I fear he will
							have a bad time!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, now," said Mrs. Bright, "
							in case of any accident I think I had best tell you. It's only in a case
							of emergency it is to be told. And I think that's a case,"
							pointing to the revolver. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ?" asked Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well, then, there is some one else in the house.
							We've got a consumptive gentleman from one of the islands. He's powerful
							rich, and eccentric. He won't bother you at all, so do put that awful
							thing away. And I hadn't got to tell nobody about him except a great
							emergency came. But that awful thing's more than I can stand !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Afterwards, when Mrs. Bright had gone, and she was quite
							alone, she smiled, for her revolver was unloaded, and she had no
							cartridges with her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sat still on the bed for some time watching and
							listening. She heard Mrs. Bright descend <pb n="244" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9252"/>the stairs and
							slam her bedroom door. An over powering sensation of sleepiness came to
							her, so that she swayed about with half-shut eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly, to her dismay, the creaking began again. Looking
							through the open door she saw the thin bony hand upon the banister
							again, then a coated arm, then a white face peering at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her eyes flew open, but she neither moved nor spoke, feeling
							completely paralysed. The face disappeared, and the hand slipped lower.
							The creaking came again, then the hand touched her door, leaned upon it,
							and a thin white face stared at her from the doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She could not speak, but she met the man's eyes bravely, and
							no cry left her lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After all, it was a pitiful face she was looking into,
							refined, sharpened by disease and pain. The mouth was hidden by beard
							and moustache, but the eyes besought her most passionately. She shivered
							perceptibly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Now, don't cry," he begged, childishly
							almost. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm not going to," said Mary tremulously.
							Her hand fled behind her, and she brought out her revolver. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"What for?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To protect myself." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed a little. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Protect yourself from me ? " he said
							slowly. "Why, I wouldn't hurt a hair of your head." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then what do you want ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He drew back. </p>
						<pb n="245" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9293"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I only wanted to look at you," he said.
							" That is all, just to look at you and go away again. That is
							all, before God." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His face went, then his hand. She heard the creaking on the
							stairs again, saw the hand on the banister. Then silence again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was not afraid at all now. His solemn, earnest assurance
							had gone to her heart. She believed the words he had spoken, that he
							would not harm her, and felt comforted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she locked the door, and barricaded it with the broken
							chairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And her candle guttered to its death, so that she had to
							undress in the dark. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e9312">
						<pb n="246" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9314"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XI </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IN the morning Mary had a white face and dark shadows round
							her eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her hand shook when she poured out the coffee, and her lip
							trembled when she smiled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She and Philip had the breakfast-table to themselves. She
							poured out, and Philip cut the bread. There was no carving to be done,
							the breakfast consisting of boiled eggs, oily butter, stale bread, a
							dish of over-ripe bananas, and coffee—"
							boarding-house coffee like the quality of mercy." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I feel I ought to send you to bed again,"
							Philip said, watching her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she shook her head vehemently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Take me away from here," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will, to-night, if my mother comes," he
							said ; " but if she doesn't- " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will die before I sleep another night under this
							roof," said Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was much more afraid of her mysterious visitor this
							morning than she had been last night. But his assurance that he would
							not harm her still rang in her heart, and she could not forget the
							concentrated look of misery and suffering <pb n="247" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9346"/>that his eyes had
							held. She told Philip about him, with her face suing, though she knew it
							not, for the stranger, and he heard her, perplexed and angry. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He was coming to your room," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary shook her head. " Only passing by,"
							she replied. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, who spoke first?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary thought she had done. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had to beg .very hard and use all her powers of
							persuasion to keep him from exploring the attic. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He gave in ungraciously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will take you to my mother's and come
							back," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If your mother shouldn't come," began
							Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked gloomy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A silence fell in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let us go to an hotel and be comfortable and
							safe," she said at last. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It would never do," he said, staring at
							her. " Never ! Never !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, why not ?" she demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip buttered her a chippy piece of toast, and tried to cut
							it into fingers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It would not be proper," he said.
							"I am neither your father, nor your brother, nor your
							husband." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She reddened a little, and stared into her cup. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We could go anywhere together if we were married
							?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Anywhere," he said, his eyes shining.
							"A <pb n="248" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9405"/>married woman's a sort of goddess. She can go
							anywhere and do anything." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Would you go straight to an hotel,
							then—till your mother comes ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Straight! " he said quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sighed restfully. "Then let us do it,
							Pip," she said, looking into his eyes with her clear frank
							smile. " Let us do it at once." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He pushed his breakfast aside, and went round the table to
							her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you mean that, little girl ?" he
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded, and put her arms round his neck. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I feel lost, Pip," she whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stroked her head gently and straightened her curls. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I feel as if you are '
							home,'" she added. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At her exceeding and unexpected graciousness he gulped down a
							something in his throat, and told her stumblingly that she was
							" home" for him, too. And they rubbed their faces to
							gether and drew closer, while their tea and the toast and eggs grew
							cold. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then afterwards Mary slipped on her sailor hat, and Philip
							his straw one, and they searched the house over, as far as they might,
							for Mrs. Bright; and they called to her, but no reply came to them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gadding over the back fence," said
							Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Sugaring my old gentleman's tea," said
							Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stood listening at the stair-foot. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"We won't wait," said Philip impatiently.
							" Come along." </p>
						<pb n="249" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9456"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So they walked down the street together, on their road to
							matrimony. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But of the " how-to-be-married" they were
							both as ignorant as the veriest school-children. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In Mary's mind there was an idea that all knowledge
							pertaining even to the matrimonial ceremony was born in every man, and,
							therefore, she did not even think about it now. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip was ashamed of his own ignorance, and filled with
							a burning desire to hide it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" The wedding-ring is the first thing," he
							said, as they walked down the street. " We've to find a
							jeweller. We'll take a cab into town." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But no cab came, and the morning was fresh and fair, so they
							quitted Elizabeth Street and walked into a region of larger shops. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the ring-buying was simpleness itself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When they left the shop, Philip had the small sign of the
							yoke under which they were so eager to place themselves in a
							tissue-paper parcel in his waistcoat-pocket. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now we must get a Prayer-book," he said,
							" for I'm absurdly ignorant of the service." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And born in his mind was an idea that the service of Holy
							Matrimony was known by every Christian woman under the sun. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And I hardly know a word," said Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good Lord! " he said, and looked down at
							her little white face. " What a couple we are. Never mind,
							we'll get two Prayer-books." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Mary stopped short. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I saw Numa again," she said. "
							I'm certain I did; he was standing near that music shop." </p>
						<pb n="250" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9503"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip whisked her round. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then we won't walk into his arms," he
							said. " Round here—this way—down here. Now
							we're right." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It couldn't have been, could it ?" she
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked anxious. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't see why it should have been," he
							said; " do you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently, when they had been walking on for some time, and
							he had taken many peeps over his shoulder, he said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I suppose now, like most girls, you have a
							favourite church ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Which showed how disturbed he was. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She spoke a little sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now, have I ever been to Sydney before ?"
							she demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I forgot," he said. " Well,
							we'll walk on and take the first that comes. And we can get Prayer-books
							there." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't pretend to know," she said
							presently; " but haven't we to be given away ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he spoke sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That's all gone out of date now," he
							said. " Hardly any one is given away." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, it only just struck me. What are bridesmaids
							and best men for ?" " I think I see a
							church," said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary strained her eyes. " I think so, too,"
							she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They both walked on, silently and anxiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"After all," said Philip, "it's a
							very simple <pb n="251" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9561"/>thing, being married. A few words and prayers
							and a sermon, and you're my wife." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It isn't a church, after all," said Mary,
							in a relieved tone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Neither it is. Some sort of an institution. Never
							mind, there's bound to be one before long." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They turned into another street, and there, just in front of
							them, were two churches. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary caught her breath swiftly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You look tired," said Philip. "
							Would you like to go somewhere and rest first ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she shook her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. Let's get it over and done with," she
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He led her round to a side door away from the street. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You shall wait here," he said, while I
							slip into the parsonage and fetch the clergyman, little
							darling." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He strode away, gulping something down in his throat. She
							looked pathetically small and pale this morning, and her eyes were
							shadowy and her lips trembling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the parsonage, left to wait in a room, half study, half
							sitting-room, he paced rapidly up and down. Until that moment he had not
							suspected the terribly agitated state he himself was in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently a benevolent-looking old gentleman with blue eyes
							and white hair came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip made known his errand with his head very high, and his
							fingers bending his hat rest lessly about. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the old gentleman looked him through <pb n="252" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9607"/>and
							through, and he smiled faintly. Also he shook his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Excuse me," he said, " but you
							are not of age, I think ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Going on for twenty-two," replied Philip
							dauntlessly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And the lady?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" The same," said the boy, his face
							whitening. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes. Your names ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Philip Allars, and hers Mary Wharton." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The old gentleman's eyes kindled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I thought so," he said; " just
							wait a minute." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went to a table, rumbled about among some loose papers,
							and presently returned with a newspaper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Read that," he said, his finger pointing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Philip read. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a caution to clergymen, and gave a description of
							himself and Mary, and warned any one against marrying them, as they were
							under age. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that terrible indignity a wave of red rushed into the
							boy's face, and went away leaving it greyey-white. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he swore many quite large oaths, and the clergyman
							listened and reproved not. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Only when Philip had gone he slipped into a side room that
							overlooked the church and peeped through the lace curtains. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he saw them, the boy and the girl, and the anxious young
							faces under the straw hats. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They stood under the porch for a long time, <pb n="253" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9663"/>and
							the boy took something out of his pocket and stood looking at it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The blue-eyed old gentleman knew quite well it was the ring. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The girl did not look at it once. She seemed to be thinking
							very hard for a moment or two, then she caught sight of the boy's
							despair, went closer to him, and held up her lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The porch was quite like a private room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A sweet little face she has," said the
							old gentleman behind the curtains; " but neither of them look
							more than eighteen. Pair of babies !"</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We must clear out of Sydney," said
							Philip. " We'll be considered good jokes by people." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">description</hi> of us !
							" said Mary. " Then if we go back together every one
							will know us. They'll know we've been trying to get married and
							can't." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Let them," said Philip gloomily.
							" We'll go somewhere very quiet for to-day, and to-night we'll
							go to my mother's. We'll be married next week in the islands. Come
							along." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They left the churchyard quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gone to try another church," said the old
							gentleman behind the curtains. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But they went to Coogee, and there were very few people
							there. And of the few that were, not many of them noticed the
							white-faced girl who was reading a paper novelette so industriously, or
							the gloomy-eyed youth with a newspaper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They lunched off penny buns, oranges, and lemonade. Their
							wedding-day breakfast—with the wedding left out. </p>
						<pb n="254" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9704"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And when the dusk was creeping over the sea, and all the
							little sand-digging, wave-wading children had gone away, and the rocks
							were grow ing chill and cold, and the last edge of the crimson sun
							sinking into the water, when this happened, Philip hailed a hansom, and
							they both got in and were driven home. To their new home, which meant
							Felise's flat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's American impression of a flat paled when they stopped
							before a small two-storey terrace house, with a light burning in upper
							window only. And it faded away altogether when they went up a narrow
							uncarpeted flight of stairs into a small uncarpeted room, sparsely
							furnished. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Downstairs on the pavement she had clung to Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">wish</hi> we were
							married," she had cried. " I don't like other people
							at all." For she was suddenly afraid of her unknown hostess. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I wish to God we were," Philip had said
							back to her in the darkness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Now they were upstairs in the sitting-room of the flat, and a
							sweet-eyed, sweet-voiced woman was coming towards them. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Cest Marie</hi>" she
							said. " <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">C'est l'enfant Marie.</hi> And not a
							bit of her mother about her." She kissed the hot sunburnt
							cheeks, and the trembling lips. " I love you already, you
							pretty child," she said. " See how quick a thing my
							love is!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that Philip kissed his mother on the cheek. And Mary's
							heart gave a throb, and it seemed to <pb n="255" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9739"/>her afterwards that a
							new love was born in her then. Any one so beautiful as this beautiful
							mother of Philip's she had never conceived. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise stroked her hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Is it that you are bride and bridegroom?"
							she asked. " We have the cake, Ellie and I. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Damn it! " said Philip. " Oh,
							damn those old men!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He told the story of the spoilt wedding. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"It is a shame!" said Felise. "A
							burning, burning shame! And you so young. Oh, cruel! cruel!"
						</p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e9759">
						<pb n="256" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9761"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">LATE that night Philip returned to relieve Mrs. Bright of the
							care of the two portmanteaux. He was going to take up his own quarters
							in an hotel—Felise's flat not being sufficiently elastic to
							receive more than one visitor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was too disappointed at the way things had fallen out to
							be angry now, but he was determined to have an explanation from Mrs.
							Bright concerning Mary's mysterious nocturnal visitor. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But as it happened he never demanded the explanation at all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His sharp knock upon the front door was answered by a thin
							Jewish-looking man in an overcoat. He had a black hat stuck at the back
							of his head and a black pipe between his lips. Seeing Philip, he threw
							the door open with a flourish, and waved one hand in a gesture that said
							what the renowned spider is reported to have spoken—"
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Won't</hi> you walk into my parlour
							?"—with a persuasive accent on the <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">won't.</hi>
						</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip stepped into the hall. </p>
						<pb n="257" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9788"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have called for a couple of portmanteaux I left
							here," he said, " and I would like to see Mr. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And had he been the commandant of all the forces at the
							Soudan he could hardly have used a haughtier tone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mr. Philip Allars ?" asked the man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," said Philip, staring from under
							raised eyebrows. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" My name is Bright—David Bright. Will you
							come upstairs ? I have been waiting for you for hours now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? " asked Philip, surprised. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"That is private. Your business and mine. There are
							several walls with very large ears around us. This way." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Once more Philip stood in the deserted dining- room of the
							boarding-house. His eyes fled to the end of the long table where he and
							Mary had breakfasted only that very morning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mr. Allars," began Bright, motioning his
							visitor into the chair Mary had used. "Mr. Allars, if you knew
							how intimately I am con nected with all your family history you would
							hardly feel I was a stranger." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip said " Und—er- " in his
							throat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Bright waited a second, then went on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I knew your mother—before she ever saw
							your father. I always took the same interest in her as if she had been
							my younger sister. In some respects—beauty, voice, dramatic
							talent— she had the makings of a first-class actress. But she
							has no memory—never had one—and she's <pb n="258" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9830"/>self-willed and headstrong. However, this is not what I meant to
							say." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip waited, standing, and barely concealing his
							impatience. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I knew her at the time of her marriage,"
							continued Bright, " at the time of your birth, your sister's
							birth and death, and your father's <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">supposed</hi>
							death. Am I a stranger ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man's eyes glittered. Philip caught the accent on
							" supposed " and started violently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"My father's <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">death</hi>,"
							he corrected quietly. " No, you are hardly a
							stranger." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Supposed <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">death</hi>!"
							repeated the man with slow emphasis. "Only supposed. I, like
							half the rest of the world, believed one man was murdered, the other
							drowned, till a year ago." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy caught his breath—his face greyey- white.
							Never once did Bright's eyes wander from the young strained face, never
							once did they lose their hard, glittering look. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A year ago," he continued, " I
							found your father—a wrecked, ruined, desperate man. I found
							him down in Melbourne. Just a year ago. Since
							then—heavens!—how is it to be the straw the drowning
							man clings to ? Why, boy, I tell you it is preferable to be the dying
							man him self !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Still Philip did not speak. He only stood gazing in a
							stupefied, horrified way as though Bright were some sort of venomous,
							wonderful reptile. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He has worn my clothes," continued
							Bright, " eaten my food, spent my money." </p>
						<pb n="259" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9871"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stopped again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is a black lie !" shouted Philip.
							" A lie ! A lie! A lie!" He stood panting, his eyes
							flashing, his face quivering, his hand raised threateningly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright shrank backwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will betray your own father," he
							said. " We may have listeners—keep calm. For God's
							sake—keep calm." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip snorted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't dare take my father's name upon your lips
							again," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright put his head and hands into theatrical attitudes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Then relieve me of his burden from my
							shoulders," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip approached him threateningly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Then I shall leave the burden to fall,"
							said Bright, throwing in his words. "I can no longer support it
							It is not mine." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy stopped and eyed him again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Show me this man," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You slept in the same house with him last
							night," said Bright. " He knew it—though you
							did not." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then a great trembling seized Philip, and his face grew white
							and his voice hoarse. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where was he ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He was in the gods—you in the pit. He in
							the attic—you on the first floor. He might have spoken to you
							and touched you — and you would not have known him. Father and
							son!" </p>
						<pb n="260" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9924"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God !" said the boy hoarsely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright moved to the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You can come to him now," he said.
							" He is trembling at the thought of you. Pull that door to
							after you—do not speak—tread softly." </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e9936">
						<pb n="261" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9938"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XIII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">AT the foot of the stairs leading to the attic Bright stopped
							and looked over his shoulder, and he flashed his candle so that its
							light fell full on the boy's face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go on," said Philip shortly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright laughed a little. The same laugh that years and years
							ago had made Richard Allars clench his hands and fling back his head ;
							the same laugh that even to-day made Felise stamp and flash her
							beautiful eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Go on," said Philip haughtily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your father over again," said Bright, and
							led the way without another look behind him, till he came to the door
							inside the first attic room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he fixed his glittering glance upon the boy again, and
							pushed open the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A late visitor!" he said, throwing
							tragedy into his voice. " A late visitor for you, Mr. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Allars.</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He spoke the name in a whisper, that was almost a hiss. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip's eyes flew over the room, and he put out his hand and
							pushed Bright aside. Then he strode forward. </p>
						<pb n="262" TEIform="pb" id="d196e9975"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he at that end of the room, just under the sloping
							window, cowered back, advanced, and cowered back again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood, a thin, stooping figure in grey cloth, head bent,
							hands hanging loosely by his side, shoulders stooping—stood
							turned half from, half to the advancing boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So they all stood for one full tense minute. Then Bright
							laughed again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" By Jove ! " he said, " I was
							overlooking the fact that you had not met before. Mr. Richard
							Allars—Mr. Philip Allars; your son." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the elder man did not speak. His shoulders heaved, and he
							sank back into his chair and dropped his head down upon the arm he had
							flung over the table—a wooden packing-case. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip drew nearer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is a lie!" he said. " I do
							not believe it— that you are my father. It is a lie !
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A man would be likely to lie over it,"
							said Bright maliciously, " wouldn't he ? It is an enviable sort
							of position to be in, isn't it ? that of a fugitive murderer ? Rather a
							good thing for the pair of you, if you can manage to convince the rest
							of the world that it is a lie." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man at the table uncovered his face. It was haggard,
							crossed and furrowed, thin and marked by suffering. An unkempt grey
							beard hid his mouth; his eyes, dark as Philip's own, were feverishly
							bright </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When Philip met the affrighted, half-averted gaze, he squared
							his shoulders and looked at Bright. </p>
						<pb n="263" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10008"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Will you leave us alone?" lie asked quite
							coldly, but as one prepared to enforce his wishes if they were slighted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The sentence and the hauteur in it showed Bright how far from
							being unbelief was the boy's belief. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After all, his errand was done—he had made the one
							known to the other, placed the burden upon the shoulders that should
							bear it—the burden and the fear. Thus he reasoned aloud, and
							looking at the two, then suddenly turned and strode away. And he shut
							the door softly, and laughed his malicious, anger-stirring laugh aloud
							in the other empty room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip heard it, and moved rapidly about the room ; the elder
							man heard it, and moved as if to spring from his seat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He said something below his breath, and Philip, looking
							sharply at him, saw that his eyes were flaming. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What did you say ? " asked the boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He is a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">devil</hi>"
							came the reply, in a voice of concentrated passion. "A devil! A
							devil! I would like to take his throat into my hands and crush it until
							there was no longer any life in it. A scoundrel! A devil! A man-eater! A
							cannibal!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip recoiled, his eyes horrified. This pas sion was
							revolting, but it shed a light upon the past which had made this man a
							fugitive and wanderer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">If anger like this could flame up now when he seemed to have
							only the ashes of life in him, <pb n="264" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10041"/>what could it not have done
							when life was a brilliant flame? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The other caught sight of his face, and grew calmer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"He has befriended you," said the boy
							sternly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Slipped a halter round my neck and given me
							food," he said. " Jested with me, holding Damocles'
							sword above my head. He found me in a corner of the world, dragging out
							my life. Why, in Heaven's name, could he not have left me!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For one swift minute the boy's heart echoed the question. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And now he has dragged you into it all,"
							continued the elder man. " I would have spared
							you—before God I would have spared you, Philip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is right that I should know," said the
							boy sententiously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No; it is right I should bear my own sin. I would
							have done. I swear to you I would have done, if he had not found
							me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Does my mother know anything ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Felise ? Felise know ? " The face fell
							forward for a minute. " Not a word—not a breath. I
							have that much grace in me, that I would shoot myself sooner than bring
							fresh sorrow on her. I have been a curse upon her. I will die if my life
							crosses hers again." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But she comes here ? " said Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not she ! She hates Bright. Besides, I am only a
							night bird." </p>
						<pb n="265" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10079"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But you run dangers," said the boy
							sharply. " Sydney is small; its people have memories." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I knew very few people, and I am altered. I have
							even passed Felise so close that her dress has touched my boots !
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There is no truer woman on God's earth,"
							began Philip. " We might tell her, and " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the other leapt to his feet, his face paled, and his eyes
							almost started from his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Tell her !" he said. " Tell her
							! You give me up, then ! Tell her, heavens " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will tell no one without your leave,"
							said the boy reassuringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Swear it! Swear it!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I would die rather! " said Philip; but
							the words came weakly and stammeringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Die rather !—the words of a coward !
							Damn you ! Damn Bright! Damn all men and all things under the
							sun!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He was working himself into a tempest of anger and fear. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip put out his hand and grasped his shoulder firmly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you want me to tell you," he said
							calmly, " that there is no form of death, no torture, no agony
							yet discovered, or known to man, that could drag a word from
							me—no half-word to betray you ? Is it needful for me to swear
							to you, before my God, that I will never forsake you so long as I live
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy's eyes held a fire almost holy in its intensity. His
							words fell solemnly, as though he were sending each one from his soul. </p>
						<pb n="266" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10122"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The man grew calmer under his touch. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Betray my father ?" said the boy hotly
							and fervently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Don't call me <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">father</hi>," said the other, glanc ing nervously round the
							room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What name do you go by ?" asked the boy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Haughton—Tom Haughton. I'm a consump
							tive from Madeira." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And his face was so pallid, his form so bent and thin, his
							eyes so strangely luminous, that it was easy to believe. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Bright suddenly thrust his head in the doorway. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I'm going to lock my doors," he said.
							" Let the boy go now. It's going on for twelve." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will stay for to-night," said Philip
							coldly. " I have heard nothing yet." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You've heard enough to take the confounded pride
							out of your voice. However, you may stay." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And so Philip for a second time, and from another's lips,
							heard of the tragedy upon the cliffs. Only this time he heard the cause
							of it, and its beginning, and his mother's sin. And he heard of the life
							dragged out under foreign suns, and some of its humiliation and misery.
							And towards morning he slept upon the stretcher- bed, watched over by
							him his lips now named Haughton. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e10163">
						<pb n="267" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10165"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XIV </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IN the morning he went downstairs slowly, his head bent, his
							face white, and eyes heavy from little sleep and carking care. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the foot of the attic stair-flight he paused, for there,
							standing in the doorway of the room Mary had occupied, with her face
							turned smil ingly towards him, was the little girl he had kissed in
							mistake for his mother, </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How is he this morning ? " she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip started. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How is <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">who</hi> ? " he
							demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded upwards. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You know," she said ; " your <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">father.</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy paled, and drew closer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, you needn't fear me!" she continued.
							"My father tells me everything. Why, I've been taking care of
							him—your father." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Does your mother know ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Some. She thinks he's a consumptive from Madeira.
							A fugitive prince. La, what a baby you are!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The boy reddened angrily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Now don't take on!" she said.
							"You <pb n="268" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10216"/>know you insulted me the first day. Mother,
							indeed!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I apologised." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, how old am I ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked at her carefully. Her eyes were quick and bright,
							her skin sallow, mouth large, hair not particularly pretty. She was no
							beauty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In fact, she was strikingly plain. But she was young,
							unmistakably. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You're old enough—to be
							married," he said. And his words were only a sigh for Mary's
							failing in the matter of years. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thank you ! " she said, with a head-toss.
							"P'raps I am. How do you know I'm not married ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Because you live with my mother, I under
							stand." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" That's nothing, your mother's married !"
							She cast her eyes upward toward the attic. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He reddened and made to pass on. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She was darning a black sock, and she did not stop her
							stitching, but put out one foot to block his progress. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You've not said how old I am," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Twenty-two, perhaps." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eighteen ! " she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good gracious ! " he exclaimed.
							" Why, you're as young as Mary!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You wouldn't have thought it, would you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"N—no." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Thank you!" with another head-toss.
							" You're polished, you are ! " </p>
						<pb n="269" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10273"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, I'll be hanged if I would, there! If you
							want a lie, I thought you were ten!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back towards the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I like you in a rage," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But I'm not in one." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, no ! Oh, not at all! By the way, your father
							wants blankets and port wine." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Good heavens !" exclaimed Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She kept her eyes on her work. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He wants much," she said. " But
							he won't want long." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Neither spoke for a minute. Then she went on— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If you get him the port wine, give it to me. I'll
							undertake it goes down the right throat. A chicken wouldn't be
							amiss." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He shall have it—he shall have
							everything," said the boy quickly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And I'm to cook and bottlewash for him ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Will you ? " earnestly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, didn't I say it ? How we do pick at one
							another!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He came nearer and took her hand. It was a smaller, thinner
							hand than Mary's, and very rough and red. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Thank you," he said warmly.
							"Thank you, Miss Bright. I will order the things now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went downstairs and she watched him. When the hall door
							slammed she began to giggle. She swayed about in the doorway laughing. </p>
						<pb n="270" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10329"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"'Thank you, Miss
							Bright,'" she said. "' You're old
							enough to be married, you are! If you want a lie, you're ten !'
							Oh, la ! what a pretty boy he is in a rage! ' Thank you, Miss
							Bright,' he says, ' thank you'! "
						</p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e10335">
						<pb n="271" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10337"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XV </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">IT did not take one long to become acquainted with Felise's
							flat, for it only consisted of two rooms—bedroom and
							sitting-room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Upon the night of her arrival Mary was intro duced to the
							bedroom and her share of a bed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Ellie has the folding-bed in the corner,"
							Felise had said, pointing to a bed, small and retiring as a spring
							violet. " You will sleep with me. Pretty child, if I could I
							would give you a bed fit for a Sybarite. Alas ! this half of a bed
							designed for one only is all I can offer." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But I will like to sleep with you," Mary
							had replied, and felt her words were uncouth, after Felise's winning
							ones. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is the widow's mite," said Felise,
							looking down to the place where she nightly laid a weary head.
							"But Philip is going to take us away from here to one of those
							southern islands, where we will live like queens, and find the kernel of
							enjoyment in Life's nut." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Ellie, who was also Nellie, and Miss Bright, had cast an
							envious glance at these two, the beautiful mother and the fresh-faced
							bride- <pb n="272" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10360"/>elect of one she already regarded as an island
							prince. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the days dropped away, seven of them, and Philip
							volunteered no more than one strangled wish to sail from Sydney. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Felise, whose theatre duties could not be resigned for
							twelve times seven days, dwelt dotingly upon life in the South Seas; and
							she collected ribbons and laces, and bought a new travelling-trunk. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary, who had refused her grandfather's and Philip's
							grandfather's commands to return home—Mary joined a
							circulating library, and devoured any book on island life that came in
							her way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Ellie, who was still Miss Bright to Mary, as Mary was
							Miss Wharton to her, Ellie dropped her mouth corners and pressed her
							thin lips together and said— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Nous verrons! Nous
							verrons!</hi>" quite thirty times a day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Which annoyed Mary almost past endurance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There were many other annoying things. It annoyed her that
							Philip, out of all the boarding- houses and hotels in Sydney, should
							choose for his abode the house of Ellie's father. It annoyed her that
							for three of the last seven days that had dropped into her life he had
							kept away from even seeing her. That never by any chance now had they an
							hour together alone, and yet Ellie, from her own showing, enjoyed
							Philip's company almost ad <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">libitum</hi>. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It annoyed her that Ellie Bright wore curl- <pb n="273" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10393"/>papers to breakfast and lunch, that Felise made three washings-up of
							crockery serve in a week, and that neither of them were above borrowing
							sugar and spice from the family below-stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the beginning of another seven days came, and the
							feeling of annoyance changed into one as different as are sharp
							knife-stabs from mosquito-bites. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she never named it jealousy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There is some soul of goodness in this green- eyed
							monstrosity, and lovers all over the world have cause frequently to
							bless the sharpness of its wounding. Some without jealousy would never
							love; many without jealousy would never know they loved. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It is a refiner of love as much as spoiler of love's beauty. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It purges away indifference, and comes as Cupid's kiss,
							arousing one from the <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">dolce far niente</hi> of
							blissful security. Moreover, it is an excellent tonic, and nerves the
							heart and arm for scenes and deeds from which happy love would shrink
							back affrighted. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A little jealousy taken in spasms is a very fine thing
							indeed, so that neither the heart nor hand nor mind stoop to meanness
							nor transcend to sin. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But from jealousy as a companion in arms, a <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">fidus Achates</hi>, a green-eyed chronic dyspeptic, may the
							children of man be delivered as from battle, murder, sudden death, and
							small-pox. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And all this to excuse Mary's spasmodic jealousy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It forced that bud of love in her heart into a <pb n="274" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10430"/>warm, red flower in seven days. It did what years and years of
							ordinary, uneventful life might never have done. It sent the red up to
							her very forehead if a footstep sounding like Philip's came along the
							street; if his hand touched hers, his tongue spoke her name, his eyes
							rested lingeringly on her. And she forgot to think what heroines did or
							did not say or suffer in books. Herself unto herself was all- absorbing,
							and the life of Philip, as it crossed or touched her life, more stirring
							than the finest novel she had yet read. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When his step sounded in the hall, on a day which was the
							third of the second seven, the colour ran even to the roots of her hair,
							and then away again, leaving her pale even to the lips —pale
							as an Easter lily or a snowdrop, or any thing that is purely pale. And
							her lips trembled and her hands shook as she stood, hesitating whether
							to run away and hide or stay and meet him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For three mornings, noons, and nights had she expected him,
							and now he was here. And she was alone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At the up-country cottage when he had come home she had lain
							aside her book perfunctorily, and had given a perfunctory smile of
							welcome. And her smile had almost driven him wild. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">To-day she snatched up her work, which happened to be a
							blouse for herself, and busied her fingers upon it. And she hardly
							smiled at all—just a slight parting of lips that wanted to
							tremble. </p>
						<pb n="275" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10446"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And that stabbed more than her smile had done in the old
							days. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I thought no one was here," he said,
							putting his hat down upon a little table that held books, a pair of
							slippers, a hat, and a dressing-gown. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm here," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" So I see," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He laughed a little and flung himself tiredly into the only
							easy-chair the room possessed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Two minutes fled away, during which Mary's heart burned and
							grew cold over the indifference of his greeting. Then she stole a look
							at him— he was not even glancing at her. One fortnight ago she
							could hardly raise her eyes to his without surprising a covert or open
							look of love. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the looks of love—are they not indescrib ably
							more thrilling and heart-satisfying than the words ?</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" These last few days I've been very busy,"
							he said, feeling he owed her some explanation. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded and turned a cold little face towards him.
							" So have we," she said, and tried to make her voice
							sound just as usual. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In her heart was a woman's pride, greater than her love or
							jealousy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It would have carried her laughing and cold- eyed through the
							valley of the shadow of neglect, careless and proud-hearted to the very
							throne of indifference. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Stoop to exact what was due to her—to up- braid,
							reproach ! As soon would she have asked for his love. And how could she
							give him up, set him free, because he had been away for three <pb n="276" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10485"/>days and was cold to-day ? She began to reason with herself
							about it, and all the while a very numbness of pain lay round her heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where did you get to on Sunday
							afternoon?" he asked suddenly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why ? Did you come here ? " with a little
							quicker feeling at her heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No. Only—Ell—Miss Bright said
							you went out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She threw back her head. "Your mother took me to
							South Head," she said coldly. "I have never seen the
							ocean, you know. She showed me the place where- " She stopped
							suddenly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go on," said Philip, sitting upright. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where—our fathers—yours and
							mine- " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I know," he said, " I know; I
							went out the day before." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Didn't it make you feel miserable ?" she
							asked, her voice breaking. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I swore all the way home," he said
							sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Click, click, went her scissors. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's no good swearing," she said tritely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I know," he said; " but isn't it
							damnable that one man should be able to ruin so many lives ? Isn't it
							damnable that one man in three minutes can mar the lives of half-a-score
							of people for three or more generations ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked at him again. There were lines on his forehead,
							his mouth was hard, his eyes blazed, his face was white and tired. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You used not to feel it so much," she
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I know," he answered, " I know.
							Every day <pb n="277" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10534"/>the curse of it presses harder. Think of it. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">My father has murdered your father or your father has
								murdered my father</hi>. Imagine Cain's son marrying Abel's
							daughter. It would have made their descendants shudder for
							generations." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's face quivered. " We ought to hate each
							other," she said, "you think." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked at her. At the fresh flower-like face paling, at
							the eager grey eyes beseeching. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Who</hi> says we ought to do
							this ?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He sighed. " Doesn't your own heart ?—your
							own instincts ?—every principle in you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She caught her breath in a sob. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, Philip—hate <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">you
								?</hi> " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes," he said fiercely. " Look
							at it from my point of view first. My father <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">murdered</hi> your father." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," she said, and pressed her hands
							together. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Murdered him. Made you fatherless. Wrecked your
							mother's life." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His eyes blazed at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, I know," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And—my God ! You must hate me! You must,
							I say !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her lips trembled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't, Pip," she said brokenly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You ought to want to see my father hanged. To <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">hunt</hi> him down. To hate <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">me</hi>." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, I can't, I can't," she said, and
							covered her face with both hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next second he was at her side. </p>
						<pb n="278" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10609"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"My little love," he whispered, and his
							voice was breaking and tender. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her bosom rose and fell. Hate him! Hate him ! And her heart
							was swelling with a greater love for him each day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He slipped one arm round her waist and drew her head to his
							shoulder, kneeling by her side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Hate <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">you</hi>!" she
							echoed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he pressed his lips to that little piece of her cheek not
							hidden in his coat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" For God's sake don't!" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But if—my father- " she began. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he kissed her over and over. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, you little saint, you," he whispered.
							" Love me—love me—for God's sake love
							me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he had reached that point of civilisation that counts the
							disgrace of the father, the shame of the child, and meeting her clear,
							loving gaze, his own fell. Even his clasp around her loosened. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have been thinking lately—of going
							home —again," she began. Which was almost untrue, as
							she had only thought once that she could <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">never</hi> go
							back again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But it gave him an opening for alluding to the sugar
							plantation and a South Sea life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you ? " he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew a little further away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I could <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">never</hi> go down to
							the islands," she said. But she would have slipped on her hat
							and gone that afternoon. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He sighed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why not ? " he asked. </p>
						<pb n="279" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10674"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she had expected him to call Heaven or earth to witness
							that she should. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is—it must be very hot
							there," she said, " and it's so far." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He stood up. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And that is true," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" So I thought I would go home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" When people speak of far and near," he
							said, looking down at her, " they measure from home." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well! we allowed we were home for each other. How
							could the South Seas be far?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then her heart spoke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It would be the nearest spot on earth,"
							she said, and her face paled at her own boldness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Nearer than here?" he asked, his lips on
							her hair and his breath coming fast. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She nodded, words failing her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Surely now he would say, " Let us go; let us
							away!" in his old impassioned way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"We must make here nearer than there," he
							said, " or be content for it to be further; for we cannot
							go." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She asked, " Why not ?" sitting bolt
							upright </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have other plans. I am trying to get a
							partnership; my money is running out." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He spoke hesitatingly, his eyes turned from her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"If I went home, should you come?" she
							asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"N—no." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Footsteps sounded upon the stairs; Ellie Bright's voice
							singing came to them. </p>
						<pb n="280" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10740"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I asked you to leave the Bright's,"
							asked Mary quickly, " would you ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How absurd !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But would you—will you ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"N—no." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, goodness me !" said Miss Bright,
							making a noisy entrance. " There's a blessed southerly blowing.
							How I do hate southerlies! Oh, goodness me, Mr. Philip !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary writhed inwardly at the " Mr. Philip "
							; the " Mr." was so much " thrown
							in." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked nervously at Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You're not going to stay for tea
							to-night," said Miss Bright, "so I'm going to ask you
							to carry something for me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Not going to stay for tea; yet Felise was mistress of the
							house, and he her son! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's spirit rose, spurred by his last kiss. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How do you know that ?" she asked of the
							little sallow-faced girl. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Miss Bright laughed. Mary waited with up turned face and
							eager eyes for Philip to assert he was going to stay for tea, and stay
							for ever, if they two chose it so—he and Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He certainly did say, " I think I <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">shall</hi> stay awhile longer," but he said it most
							evidently of necessity and because of Mary's eyes. The set of Miss
							Bright's lips said, "<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Nous verrons! Nous
								verrons!</hi>" But the words she spoke were—</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> " I really came here for some soft muslin
							—Felise has some—the identical thing for
							poultices." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh," said Philip, </p>
						<pb n="281" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10795"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" We have an invalid at home," continued
							Miss Bright; " and he is evidently going in for pneumonia or
							pleurisy. I am the nurse—the ministering angel." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She found some muslin from a tin box under the window, and
							she made a roll of it and some newspaper. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Will you carry it for me ?" she asked,
							passing it over to Philip. Then she went over to the door. " I
							have hardly time to breathe," she added; " the case is
							urgent." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Still the boy hesitated, his eyes imploring Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I am sure," she said, in an even steady
							voice, " you are not going to be so ungallant as to refuse to
							go." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"No," he said; "of course
							not." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Yet the parcel was very small; and she would have thought his
							refusal the flower of chivalry. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e10821">
						<pb n="282" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10823"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XVI </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THAT night Mary tried to arrange her life into pigeon-hole
							neatness. Each hour bracketed, accounted for, each thought orderly as
							the sprucest of garden beds; all dream-life folded up and laid away. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She determined to live and act only in the very present; and
							to be patient over Philip, for she felt vaguely that he was passing
							through some sort of an ordeal just now, and in her heart she had no
							doubt but that he loved her still. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She bracketed the morning hours—cleaning, cooking,
							mending; the afternoon—sewing, read ing, painting. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And those sweet still hours at the edge of the day she
							designed for Philip. She thought she would tell him that, and let him
							label them his, himself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she commenced her self-ordered life with a chapter from
							Thomas a Kempis on "The Exercises of a Good and Religious
							Person," and she prayed the prayer written there— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Help me, my God, in this my good purpose, and in
							Thy holy service; and grant that I may <pb n="283" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10846"/>now this day begin
							perfectly, for that which I have done hitherto is nothing." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">When she rose from her knees her lips were meek, her eyes as
							two lambent stars, or the eyes of doves, or the deep grey of a still
							lake. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked down at Felise's sleep-stricken
							face—beautiful but haggard, and with innumer- able little fine
							lines upon it; and she felt a great love for her beating and bursting in
							her heart, so that she could hardly refrain from stooping and kissing
							her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She tip-toed away. The other small bed was impressed, Ellie
							not having returned last night. She even felt kind to the bed, although
							the pillow looked at her with a glance that said, "<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Nous verrons! Nous verrons!</hi>" Then she
							closed the door, and went into the other room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she brushed and dusted and tidied like the busiest,
							happiest, most important little house- wife in the world, singing in a
							low voice and smiling over the very dirtiest corners. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She made some delicious coffee, and burnt her face over the
							toast, which when made and buttered and trimmed, looked the toast of a
							lady, which Ellie's never did. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she set a tray with a white pocket-hand kerchief because
							here serviettes were not—any more than they were at the
							cottage—and placed upon it a rosy-faced apple, banana, toast,
							and coffee. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she went in and aroused Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Breakfast is ready," she said, and she
							stood <pb n="284" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10876"/>by the bedside smiling, blithe and fresh and sweet as
							the morning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh," said Felise, yawning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Lie still and I'll bring you a basin to wash your
							hands and face in—don't move." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh," said Felise with another yawn,
							"I could have slept for another hour. Why for did you wake me
							?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she washed herself, smoothed her hair, and began her
							breakfast. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Pretty child !" she said, after a drink
							of stimulating coffee. "So thoughtful and kind. You will make
							me into a bone-idler and wear your beautiful soft flesh into skin just
							covering your bones." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary laughed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If I go out marketing," she said,
							" will it make the bones poke through ? I want to roast and
							boil and bake and stew to-day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Felise had not listened. She was watch ing her with
							beautiful grave eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You love me, pretty child ? " she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary protested her love in sentiments warmer than any Philip
							had had from her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise listened gravely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But," she persisted, "do you love
							me for Philip's sake or my own ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Your own ! Your own entirely ! Why, I'd love you
							just the same if no one belonged to you. And I love you more because of
							Philip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Which unreasonable sentence delighted Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I love <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">you</hi> so,"
							she said, " that I can forgive you for taking my boy's heart
							and threatening <pb n="285" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10929"/>to make me into a mother-in-law. There is
							love for you!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Day was yet young in the Sydney streets when Mary began her
							marketing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She wore a white straw hat with a jaunty piece of blue ribbon
							and a plume arranged on it by Felise's fingers, a fresh muslin gown,
							long suede gloves, and dainty shoes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she had a basket in one hand and a purse in the other.
							Her mind was as busy over little domestic details and culinary plans as
							it could be. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She lingered at a fresh-looking fish shop and wondered
							whether she could manage " curried lobster " or
							" oyster patties." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then her eye was caught by a string of Aus- tralia's little
							enemies—dead, swinging bunnies— and she pondered
							whether one might be turned into jugged hare. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went on, wondering and pondering, and turned into an
							arcade still thinking of cooking. Then came a fruit shop, window and
							doorway tempting with luscious fruit. Strawberries, raspberries, and
							currants straight from Hobart, bananas almost speaking of Fiji, rosy
							tomatoes, yellow loquats, crinkled passion-fruit, Cape goose berries,
							native currants, and a bewildering variety of vegetables. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She straightway forgot fish and rabbits, and thought only of
							a fruit diet with a course of vegetables. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Matrimony now showed her a new and vastly entertaining face.
							It meant the cooking of <pb n="286" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10956"/>dinners, it meant being queen of a
							kingdom infinite and domestic; it meant shopping! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She turned away thinking, thinking, and clasp- ing her purse
							and basket close. And the next time her feet halted she was outside a
							large furniture shop. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Now her home-making instincts spoke up. The doorway was lined
							either side with chairs, wooden, cane, and cushioned. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">How could she pass by ? She who had never seen half-a-dozen
							shops together in her life before, and who was going to be
							married—some day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She looked at the chairs respectfully and thoughtfully, then
							her eyes left them and wandered into the shop itself. And when they got
							there they widened and darkened, and then hardened till they were
							steel-grey and not soft, warm, Irish eyes at all. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For inside the shop, inspecting a beautiful wide-seated
							easy-chair, were Ellie Bright and Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They were both poking it and prodding it, and a shopman was
							waiting respectfully on one side. Then Ellie sat down in it and leaned
							her head back and evidently made one of her sharp, saucy speeches, for
							she and Philip both laughed and the shopman smiled. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary turned away and left the window swiftly. And a wave of
							such anger as she had never before felt in her life rose right up to her
							throat. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">No love for Philip was in her heart, no pity for herself,
							nothing but a red-hot, surging, beat ing, blinding jealousy. </p>
						<pb n="287" TEIform="pb" id="d196e10985"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She left the city streets and sought the city's wide, green,
							sleepy-seeming park. And she walked down the long avenue from the end
							fac ing the church to the end opposite those tall terrace houses. She
							walked rapidly, lightly, past loungers and workers and walkers, and she
							wished there were no other people in the world, because they looked at
							her and she was so passionately unhappy—or was going to be,
							some day. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she left the avenue and took a sidewalk, and she wished
							there that there were hundreds more people in her life so that all her
							thoughts and hopes might not be round this one human being—as
							the clinging ivy might wish some of its tendrils were around other oaks
							when the one, its stay and staff, is hewn down. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Afterwards, long afterwards, when her physical ache spoke
							above the ache of her heart, she went home. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she mounted the stairs heavily, and carried an empty
							basket and untouched purse into the living-room, as they called it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And there was Philip sitting on the table and swinging his
							legs as he talked to Felise, who was lounging on a sofa with a novel in
							her bands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I heard yesterday," Felise was saying,
							" that a man with five or six hundred pounds could make a
							fortune on a sugar plantation in Queens land." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Mary came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">All the beautiful morning glow was gone from her face, her
							eyes were no longer as the eyes of <pb n="288" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11011"/>the peaceful dove, her
							lips no longer mild and meek. And she had quite forgotten about the
							exercises for a good and religious person. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip rose to greet her, and their hand-clasp was the
							briefest of hand-touches. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" She's been out marketing," said Felise.
							" She is growing matrimonial, Philip, my son. Did you buy much,
							pretty child ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," said Mary, thinking vaguely of up
							braiding Philip, of running away, of bearing and hearing in silence at
							first. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What did you buy ?" asked Felise.
							" I see cream <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">cheese</hi> in your eyes, Marie
							May." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," said Mary, and put her empty basket
							on the table, " I didn't buy anything." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Are you tired ? " asked Philip.
							" Come and sit down. I won't offer you my seat." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise sprang up laughing, and picked up a slender, shabby
							slipper she had kicked off. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, you cold, cold ones !" she said.
							" You reserved and self-contained! You icebergs! Behold, I fade
							away ! Dissolve ! Disappear ! There is the sofa. Leave the table,
							Pip—Philip. I am gone—to wish I were Felise the gay
							once more, and you—another ! We two would not have stood a
							table apart with the looks of the cold, and the ways of the old
							!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She ran away laughing and shut the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the two pairs of young eyes looked at each
							other—Philip's with their old glow coming into them, Mary's
							warming to a flash. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, how you look ! " exclaimed Philip
							suddenly. </p>
						<pb n="289" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11052"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had not the patience to lead up to it artistically. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"This is the second time I have seen you
							to-day," she said. " The first was when you were
							buying the arm-chair!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He started. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well?" he said, but his eyes looked
							surprised. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well, you were not alone !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Is that why you look at me so, Mary ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said, " I don't care a
							bit." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, in common parlance, you're
							jealous!"</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p"> "You know I'm not," she said emphatically.
							" I don't care a bit, not a bit I You may buy arm-chairs all
							day long, and every day in the year, I don't care !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His eyes shone. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You want me to be a tethered lamb !" he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You can be a rampant lion, for all I
							care," she replied, and she sat down and began to strum with
							her fingers on the table. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Suddenly he came round to her, touched her hair, her cheek,
							with a caressing hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mary!" he said, and his eyes besought
							hers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she did not see. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes?" she asked, in the careless tone of
							one already slipping out of a life. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Mary!" he said again, and she became
							aware of a something new in his voice, then in his eyes, and she
							trembled. Something of the old, something of the new Philip. A
							passionate love speaking sufferingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If you are tired of me- " she began, as
							proudly as her trembling heart would let her. </p>
						<pb n="290" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11111"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he slipped his arm round her shoulder, and turned her
							face backwards to his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm just hungry for you," he said
							whisperingly</p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If you would like to start free- " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm just <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">hungry</hi> for
							you," he said again, and fell to kissing her lips and cheeks.
							There was an odd tremble in his voice, his hands trembled, his eyes were
							tired and passionate as of one who had been awake all night, and put
							through the rack in the morning. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She slipped her arm round his neck, and her own voice broke. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will never go to that house
							again—the Brights'?" she said, with her lips on his
							forehead. Two tears fell from her eyes, and lay there where her caress
							had fallen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I'm a ruffian !" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will never go again ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will never go again ?" she repeated. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I must," he whispered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She slipped from his embrace. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">will </hi>go again?"
							she asked, her eyes widening. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come back to me, darling." He drew near
							again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why, you will give me up !" she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Never—by the holy stars!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then you will give <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">her</hi>
							up." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I cannot," he said, his eyes on the
							floor. " There is no <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">love</hi> between us, I
							swear." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then what is there ?" </p>
						<pb n="291" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11185"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A bond that only God can loosen," he burst
							out passionately. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, Philip!" she said, and stood upright.
							" Oh, Philip, then it is all over—all our love!
							" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It has hardly begun. Mary—my little
							saint —trust me. Trust me. See, I beg it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You never saw her—Miss
							Bright—before we came to Sydney ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Once," he said, and meditated should he
							tell her of the misplaced kiss ? Seeing her face, he decided to postpone
							his confession. "The day I went to see my mother at the
							Royal—you remember," he added. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"If you cannot give her up, promise not to have any
							more to do with her—you can give me up," she said in
							a voice of ice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Mary!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She threw back her head petulantly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I cannot help it—I am made that way. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">A bond that only God can loosen!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" A bond that only God can loosen ! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then I won't have you—bound ! For all I
							know- " she stopped and flushed, and her eyes fell. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Well?" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She did not reply, being ashamed of a thought. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Well ?'' he demanded. " Whatever you were
							going to say it was something unworthy of you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" For all I know," she repeated, "
							you have— er—<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">kissed</hi>
							her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And he grew steadily, deeply, guiltily red. <pb n="292" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11243"/>How
							her eyes widened, and the colour ran away from even her lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">have</hi>!" she
							exclaimed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Listen- " he began. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But she closed her ears with her hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not another word," she said, and marched
							to the door with her head in the air. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Listen," he said, and seized her two
							elbows, drawing her hands down. "I did kiss her, it is true,
							but- " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She pushed him away with sudden vigour. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Not another word!" she said. " I
								<hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">won't</hi> hear it. I won't read it if you write
							it! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She ran downstairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was a mistake," he called over the
							banisters. "I thought she was my mother." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And her laugh, tantalising and mocking, made him want to
							shake her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She slammed the front door, and went up the street at a great
							speed, then across the park and into Elizabeth Street. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She watched the trams as they passed and re-passed her, and
							wished wildly that she knew some one in any of the suburbs they were
							going to—that she knew any one else in all Sydney but just
							Felise and the Brights. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then one tram came speeding along with all its cars empty,
							and a youth hanging on in a hazardous manner to the platform. And in a
							flash, as it passed her, she saw that the youth's eyes were Numa's eyes,
							and that the youth's smile from ear to ear was Numa's smile. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She drew back hastily, then pressed forward. <pb n="293" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11295"/>Was
							not Numa, at least, a home-link, if a broken one ? </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She put up her hand, as she would have done to hail an
							omnibus. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Immediately he put up his in imitation. She thought that
							meant he was coming to her, so she walked forward as the tram was
							stopping at the next corner. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he still kept the same position, and lowered his hand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she waved, and he waved back again, and took off his
							hat. And before he put it on again the tram disappeared from her sight,
							hidden by a following one. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">A great sense of loneliness settled down upon her. She hardly
							knew where to go or what to do. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her money, the little that was left from the quarterly
							allowance Mr. Allars had seen she received, amounted to two shillings
							short of a pound. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Soon she would have been driven to ask money from Philip. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But now there was no Philip for her, and she could no longer
							live in the house of his mother. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She went back slowly, and climbed heavily up the stairs once
							more. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There was no sound above-stairs at all. She peeped into the
							bedroom—no one there; into the living room,
							and—Felise lying on the sofa once more. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Again, and for the second time that morning, Mary returned
							with hat and gloves on. </p>
						<pb n="294" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11333"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The remains of a somewhat varied lunch were yet on the
							table—her own empty basket, and a bundle of old clothes for
							charitable purposes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Have you lunched ?' Felise asked. Her voice was
							like ice, and she kept her book up before her face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary looked round sharply. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No," she said. " I forgot all
							about it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Felise rose, and began to prepare a space at the
							table-cloth for another plate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Don't you trouble," said Mary, "I
							can do it myself." This attention from Felise was unusual. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I prefer it," said Felise in the same
							iced way, " that my guests should not attend to themselves. I
							have no servant, alas ! therefore I will do my small best." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"But," said Mary, "I got the
							breakfast only this very morning." Her eyes were wide in their
							old frank half-childish way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What I would permit my future <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">daughter- in-law</hi> to do is one thing—a guest
							another," replied Felise, her face cold as a graven image's.
							" I have nothing to offer you but cake and coffee, and brown
							bread and butter. Alas !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary threw back her head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Your welcomes vary," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise raised her voice and eyebrows. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Unfortunately," she said, " I
							cannot veil it. My heart is always in my welcome." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Or out of it," replied Mary steadily. She
							rose and moved over to the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going ?" asked Felise, fol
							lowing. </p>
						<pb n="295" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11386"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" To collect my belongings," said Mary,
							with a breath-catch. " I could not stay here any
							longer." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You are welcome," said Felise. "
							My hos pitality is meagre, but you are welcome." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Did you think I would live on Philip's mother when
							I had quarrelled with Philip ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I did not think at all. I hate all cold- hearted,
							cold-blooded unnaturals ! You have wounded my son
							to-day—blasted his life—and he so young ! I will
							never forgive you." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What has he told you ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You are like your mother. Cold, hard, with a heart
							of stone that smites others. You are like your father, who spoilt my
							husband's life and mine—and Philip's." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She began to cry. " You are like your
							mother," she said again, " who foretold in her cold,
							hard way that my own little girl-child would die. You are like your
							father, who denounced me to my husband." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary stood shivering, her face pearly white. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was not my father- " she began in a
							broken voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was," said Felise hotly. " It
							was. All the world knows it. Philip does. Your mother did." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary looked at her for a tense second. Then she turned again
							and fled away down the stairs and into the streets again. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e11424">
						<pb n="296" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11426"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XVII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">ELLIE BRIGHT had been thinking a great deal about life on a
							sugar plantation. And she had settled it all in her vain little head
							that the wife of a South Sea island prince of a sugar planta tion would
							be a modern Queen of Sheba. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It seemed a waste of life's opportunities that Puritanical
							little Mary—Mary with the serious eyes, the simple gown, and
							the low, insignificant- sounding voice—should be in such an
							exalted position. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was far more in the fitness of things, she told herself,
							that she, who had some sense of dramatic happenings, should be that
							queen. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And she liked Philip, liked his frank, boyish manner, and
							admired his fresh, healthy face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After all, as she allowed with a little heart- stab, life on
							Felise's flat and with her irregular theatre engagements was wearisome,
							and he to whom all the heart in her sallow little body was given every
							day was less and less likely to climb up to that yearly income he deemed
							necessary to keep them both. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">So she went on in a desultory way, playing at <pb n="297" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11449"/>the same time serpent in two people's paradise, and ministering angel
							in one sick-room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">There came a day when she was consoler as well. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip was very miserable. It was a misery that hung heavy in
							his eyes, and made his mouth melancholy and stern. And it found vent in
							strangled sighs and much pacing in the empty attic. Once or twice she
							slipped in to him. The first time she told him that all troubles have an
							end, and that those who do not see and suffer cannot understand. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The second, she put her little yellow hand on his sleeve and
							said, " Some day Mary will find out the bitter injustice she
							has done you." For she had gathered from Felise, who knew very
							little indeed, the why and wherefore of the quarrel of these fond young
							lovers. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">That was like a tonic to him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He went back into the sick-room, feeling angered with Mary
							and pitying himself. Thrown aside and condemned because he could not
							throw a light over his ways for her to understand the windings and
							crooked places. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Cast aside by her for befriending another, and that other his
							father. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Cast aside by his grandfather for befriending another, and
							that other his mother. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he fell into his old way of magnifying, glorifying, and
							exaggerating. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His mother was beloved by him tenderly, but he was not
							permitted to take his great trouble to her. He was his father's friend,
							but his father was not his. </p>
						<pb n="298" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11481"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Bright he regarded as Mephistopheles in modern
							checks—as Shylock bargaining for his pound of Christian flesh,
							good measure, pressed down. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Looking around the horizon of his meditations, he could see
							no Mend to aid or cheer him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And that made him feel strong and self-reliant. He lifted the
							invalid from the bed to a sofa Ellie and he had bought, and performed
							half-a-dozen of his ordinary sick-room duties with a strength and set
							purpose amounting almost to callousness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the ministering Ellie slipped in, and she shook up the
							pillows and administered medicine, and made the room, look in five
							minutes as though a woman were in it—not a lady, but Philip
							was too distressed to notice this nice distinction. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she smiled in his eyes, and said some thing about the
							darkness of the night before dawn. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He recognised her swiftly as his only friend. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And that was weakening. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He grew very low, and he let her console him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He told her that the salt of life had lost its savour, and
							she tried briskly to convince him it was only his disordered palate. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">After a day of such consolings the sick man grew distressed
							at their intimacy. He turned peevish, refused his medicine from Ellie,
							and sent her from the room; and he insisted on Philip sitting in that
							wide-seated easy-chair, so that he could see him. </p>
						<pb n="299" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11514"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I thought you were engaged to that other little
							girl," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip looked gloomy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You told me you were as good as married to
							her." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip bent his head. Last night he had kissed her in his
							sleep, and the misery of the reality made his heart heavy. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Are you going to marry her ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"I don't know. <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">No!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The invalid closed his eyes and pressed his hand over them.
							Then he sighed and took down his hand and examined it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's confoundedly thin," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip did not speak; he sat quite still with the dusk in
							his eyes and a gathering look of pain that the dusk could not hide. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's the hand of a skeleton—a
							dying—a dead man! </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Still Philip did not answer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The sick man sat suddenly upright. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dying!" he said. " Death !
							Gracious heavens, boy, don't you hear what I'm saying ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip went over to him and put him back gently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You must keep quiet," he said. "A
							little excitement like that undoes days of nursing." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the misery, pain, and fright in the dark eyes looking up
							to him took away his nerve. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Am I dying ? " panted the invalid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip, who had been whispered only that morning that the
							days of his life might be numbered on one hand, kept silent. </p>
						<pb n="300" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11577"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He had no cheering words, no words of promise—no
							words at all to say. But he took the weak, thin hands in his, and his
							eyes were eloquent. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The elder man turned his face to the comfort able sofa-back,
							drew away his hands from the boy, and lay silent. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Perhaps he was trying to weigh his life, to find out by how
							much it would be wanting. Perhaps he was forcing his heart to understand
							the ways of death. Perhaps he was only wonder- ins: if he could die
							unafraid. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It was a long time before he turned round again. And then
							Philip was sitting quite close to him, and the darkness was so thick
							that he could not see his face, but he felt his warm, living, young hand
							on his shoulder, and some of the fear went out of his heart. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I always <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">hated</hi>
							death," he said haltingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip pressed his shoulder. After all, gestures and looks
							and touches often make a language more eloquent than any words can. The
							words that are left unsaid are often more precious than if spoken, more
							strengthening, more invigorating. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"If I am going—to die," began the
							weak voice, and stopped ; then with sudden passion, " Boy, boy,
							for God's sake don't desert me—don't leave me here alone to
							face it—to die and lie dead all alone." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will never leave you," said Philip
							steadily. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes, you will; you will go like the rest—
							you will leave me when I tell you all." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">never</hi> leave
							you," said Philip again. </p>
						<pb n="301" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11616"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Swear it; swear it with your hand in mine. Swear
							it before your God." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I swear I will never leave you so long as you
							live; never desert you. Before my God I swear it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The dying man gasped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Then I will write it down," he said.
							" I will write it down, and you shall read it—when I
							am dead." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Face it out," said Philip, gripping
							harder. " It's like hitting a man in the dark—a
							confes- sion after death. Brave it out now, whatever it is." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I couldn't. I couldn't, my lad; I haven't the
							strength, Philip." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Philip roused him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Whatever it is, I will stand by you," he
							said. " I've sworn it; but for God's sake speak out
							now—if you never spoke before." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I can't; I've been acting a lie—a black
							lie. You shall know the truth some day." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Now ! I insist! Does it concern me ? " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Yes," said the dying man, beginning to
							whimper. " It was all Blight's doings. Before God I swear I did
							not think of it. But he threatened to give me up if I didn't do it. I
							wish to heaven he had never found me." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"You would have been in a worse plight. Go
							on." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I should not. I had a nice little sum made by
							pony-racing. He claimed it. He would have claimed the boots off my feet,
							if they would have fitted him. Curse him !" </p>
						<pb n="302" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11660"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The curse of a dying man is a terrible thing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip drew back a moment, then came nearer and bent over the
							sofa. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Tell me," he said insistently. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" He showed me how easy it was. It was through him I
							did it. I would never have thought it." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip drew still nearer. Then the dying man raised himself,
							and spoke affrightedly, pleadingly. And almost at his first words the
							boy shrank back amazed, horrified, incredulous. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e11679">
						<pb n="303" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11681"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XVIII </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">MARY walked about the Sydney streets till her feet ached.
							Then she returned to the corner where Numa had flashed past her on a
							tram, and watched all the up-trams in the hope that his keen curiosity
							might bring him back again, if only to look at her. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He would be able to tell her something of the two old men,
							she knew, and her heart ached drearily for the smallest fragment of
							news. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Again and again did she think with quite a new tenderness of
							the littlebush cottage and its unhomeliness that was now so terribly
							homely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her imagination showed her the inartistic table set for four,
							with wide-smiling or thunder- ous-eyed Numa flitting round ; and a lump
							rose in her throat, born of her great longing to be sitting in her own
							chair opposite to Philip once more, and no black tragedy or gnawing
							unhappi- ness anywhere. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She stood a desolate little figure in muslin, staring into
							each returning tram, and longing unspeakably for that one dark face,
							that one home-face, to come past her again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She sent up the most fervent prayers, standing <pb n="304" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11704"/>there amongst the ever-coming, ever-going people. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And at last it seemed they were heard. A tram came very
							slowly along. There was a slight block on the line, six or eight trams
							pro- gressing at funeral pace, and this particular one almost standing
							still. And there, in an almost empty front smoking-car, was Numa. He had
							a cigarette in his mouth, and a brown-paper parcel by his side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary made a frantic gesture to him, but he only removed his
							hat with a very low bow. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The next second she had scrambled in, and was sitting by his
							side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Oh, Numa!" she cried, and forgot to offer
							up thanks for her answered prayer. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He smiled a little, very stolidly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Why didn't you come to me last time when I
							beckoned ?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me goin' for 'im," he said, patting the
							parcel. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where are you going now ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Take 'im 'long back." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">It seemed unbelievable to her in her strait now, that she had
							ever ordered him about—made him do her bidding. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He gazed out of the tram window, his cigarette between thumb
							and finger. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" How nice you look to-day, Numa," she
							said, with a little tremble in her voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that he brought his eyes back slowly to her face. He was
							dressed in his best, and the truth of her words was pleasantly patent to
							him. </p>
						<pb n="305" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11748"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It's a new suit, isn't it ?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He nodded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" New 'n Monday, an' new boots an' 'at," he
							said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He even removed his hat, and brought it lower for her to see.
							It was a sailor, with a blue band round it. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You buy them yourself ?" she asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He shook his head. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Massa bought 'em," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Massa in town ?" she ventured. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But he looked out of the window without replying. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Numa," she said, " I want to see
							massa." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The tears came into her eyes at the largeness of her want. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You take me to him, and I give you
							these," she found several coppers, and jingled them under his
							eyes. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He shook his head consideringly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And matches," she said, " twelve
							boxes to yourself." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He looked doubtful. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" 'Fraid ?" she asked, and flashed her eyes
							at him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Me not 'fraid. Go on," he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" If you're not 'fraid, take me to him. If not I'll
							call a policeman." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">At that his eyes looked thunderous. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where'm Capten ?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I don't know. He's gone away." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Gam ! 'im come back." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No, he won't," she said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Her face looked doleful, her eyes tearful. </p>
						<pb n="306" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11826"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His eyes rested on her for a few moments, then he swung
							himself from the tram, which had now stopped. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She had to walk sharply to keep him in sight, and he knew
							that and chuckled to himself as he went. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Presently he came to a large boarding-house in a wide
							pleasant-looking street, and he ran up the steps and into the hall. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary followed without hesitation. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Although she would be one of Australia's wealthy heiresses if
							things fell out as they should, never yet had she been in such a
							richly-furnished hall as this, never yet had her feet pressed such
							well-dressed stairs. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Upon the landing Numa knocked with the back of his hand upon
							a closed door, and then immediately turned the handle and entered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary hesitated a second longer, then pressed forward and
							peeped into the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And never before had she seen such a bed- room as this. A
							wardrobe with a plate-glass door reflected her own white startled face
							to her. The dressing-table had a large swing-glass, the washstand was
							marble-topped, and a breeze came in through the wide window and blew
							beau tiful lace curtains lazily in and out. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then her gaze went to the bed, and she forgot all else, for
							lying there with white face and closed eyes was he to whom she had given
							such a frank childish love, Philip's grandfather, her own protector and
							friend. She sprang forward past Numa's wide smile. </p>
						<pb n="307" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11857"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What is the matter ? " she burst out;
							" oh, what is the matter ? " and she forgot every one
							else in the world but this one man. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">His eyes flew open and he stared at her, at first with a look
							of incredulity, but presently relief crept into it, and a little of the
							old affection. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I have been ill," he said coldly;
							" influ- enza. I am nearly right again now." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Oh," she said, and gulped down a sob,
							because his face was so haggard and his hair so white. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He raised himself on his elbow. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Are you come back to me, my girl, as you left me
							?" he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Yes, the very same," she said chokingly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No make-believe marriage ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Nothing, nothing!" She drew nearer, and
							commenced stroking his hand; then with some- thing of her old impulsive
							abandonment she pressed her lips to his forehead. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You will do right to send me away again,"
							she said. " I was a wretch to leave you like that." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He patted her head, then drew back as if ashamed. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is Philip ? " he asked. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">She shook her head, and her eyebrows worked for a minute or
							two. Then a sense of life's desolateness without love tugged at the
							doors of her heart, and she began to cry in a sudden woe ful way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" There, there! God bless my soul!" he
							exclaimed. Woman's tears lay almost beyond the pale of his memory. </p>
						<pb n="308" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11904"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He put up his hands and drew her head down, till it lay upon
							his pillow beside him. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Little stray lamb! " he said. Then after
							a silence filled with sobs, "Prodigal daughter— and
							no fatted calf for her !" Then again, and playfully, "
							Mary, Mary, quite contrary." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He settled matters half aloud, half to himself. Numa was
							despatched for the travelled portman- teau, and the boarding-house lady
							consulted about another bedroom being prepared. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" One of your best, and with a good view and
							sofa," said Mr. Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary's eyes looked grateful. If to be left free is
							pleasant, to be cared for, after over- much freedom, softens and rests
							the heart. </p>
					</div2>
					<div2 type="chapter" org="uniform" sample="complete" part="N" TEIform="div2" id="d196e11922">
						<pb n="309" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11924"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XIX </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">NUMA brought in the portmanteau, and thumped it down at Mr.
							Attars' bed-foot. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then he stood still and smiled, and figured an imaginary
							moustache. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary was telling the story of the spoilt wedding-day, and Mr.
							Allars was listening, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Numa and the portmanteau came in. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary stopped in the midst of her story, and Mr. Allars raised
							himself on one elbow, for out- side on the corridor there was the
							frou-frou of a rustling dress, a quick-speaking voice, then a light
							quick knock at the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Come in," said Numa, and he smiled
							broadly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then Felise—beautiful, sad, dressed ravish- ingly
							in a costume of cornflower-blue—entered. Her look went past
							Numa to the bed, past the bed to Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Pretty child!" she exclaimed, and her
							voice was tender and broken with emotion. " Pretty child, it is
							that I am sorry now; I will say with sorrow, I have been cold andhard;
							and I have sought you for forgiveness." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Mary's heart leaped at the sight of <pb n="310" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11956"/>Philip's
							beautiful mother suing to her for for- giveness. She caught her two
							hands. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It was my fault," she said. " I
							ought to have explained." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" No, no ! " said Felise, and fell to
							embracing and caressing her. " It is not for human beings to
							turn into stone, as I did. No sooner were you gone, than my heart was
							torn in two. I remembered your youth and childishness. I said,
							'It is like myself again—thrown on the world's heart.
							And so young !' Only, you were not so young as I was." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Who is this, Mary ? " asked Mr. Allars,
							in a strangled sort of voice. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This is Philip's mother," said Mary. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">For a space Mr. Allars looked at this beautiful woman who had
							had the spoiling of so many lives in her hands, and no words came to his
							lips. There seemed nothing to say. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">He could have sworn rapidly and largely ; but it seemed to
							him it would only be making an exhibition of his powerlessness. He could
							have ordered her from the room, but he had a shrewd suspicion that she
							would not go. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Felise looked at him, a long, steady glance, from eyes
							pathetic and sad. She bent her dark brows together, and allowed her lips
							to tremble. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" His father !" she said. " <hi rend="italic" TEIform="hi">Mon Dieu! mon Dieu!</hi>" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary whispered, " Hush!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But I cannot hush !" said Felise
							excitedly. " I cannot! I have kept silent for twenty years, <pb n="311" TEIform="pb" id="d196e11993"/>and hidden my wound. Now I show you the bleeding of my
							heart." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Madam," said Mr. Allars sharply,
							"you forget you are in a sick-room and not upon the
							stage." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I do not forget," said Felise sobbingly.
							" I remember I am in the sick-room of one who has been a
							selfish autocrat all his life, and is now so old that he should go in
							fear and trembling of death." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars laughed harshly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Do you think only the white-headed die ?
							" he said. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Felise went on feverishly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" You would have separated my husband and me at any
							cost—even death or eternal disgrace. You have parted these
							two—Philip and this pretty child; and you have not considered
							whether you may not have ruined their names or lives for ever." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Madam!" said Mr. Allars again, "
							I have brought them up. I know them almost as your God knows you. When
							Philip returns home they can be married. That first hour, if they
							choose." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" And," continued Felise, " you
							have parted my boy from me; so that no mother's kiss might fall on his
							brow, and that my heart may break with its loneliness." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then the door was pushed open again, and the little brown man
							entered. Seeing Felise and Mary, he stopped short, said "Eh,
							eh," re- peatedly, and stared hard. </p>
						<pb n="312" TEIform="pb" id="d196e12025"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" This is the father of the man who murdered my
							husband !" said Felise shudderingly. " I have heard of
							you so often." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And the little brown man paled under his brown, and moved
							shufflingly across the room. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Get 'er out of this," he said to Mr.
							Allars. " We want no screeching women about in our
							lives." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But Felise planted herself in his way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is your son ?" she demanded. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Dead, marm," he said, with a hideous
							smile; but his eyes refused to meet her shining glance. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Where is your son ? " she demanded again. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" At the bottom of the sea, marm," he
							replied, and he shuffled sideways to the door. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise was before him, and blocked his way. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Tell your friend over there where you have hidden
							the murderer of his son these last ten years," she said, with a
							theatrical gesture. " Turn round and face him while you
							tell." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The little brown man's face turned ashy-grey. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is a lie!" he said. " One of
							your damned French lies!" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars was sitting bolt upright, his eyes starting
							forward, his hands clenched. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go on, go on !" he said hoarsely. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Selwyn went back nine years ago," said
							Felise, "went back to his father and threw himself upon his
							mercy. Your friend has pro- tected your son's murderer, and sat at your
							table with you eating your bread !" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" It is a lie ! " said the little brown man
							again, but he said it whiningly. </p>
						<pb n="313" TEIform="pb" id="d196e12078"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And where is Selwyn now?" asked Mr.
							Allars. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"A year ago," continued Felise,
							"his father grew wearied of having his pockets drained by him,
							and he cast him aside and threatened him with the gallows. And Selwyn,
							who is one of the greatest cowards alive, tried to slip out of Australia
							again. But another friend found him." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Go on," said the little man, turning in
							excited self-forgetfulness. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"And this other friend," continued Felise
							quietly, " this other friend was ingenious. He knew that you
							"—to Mr. Allars—" could not be
							deceived, but he thought your grandson, who had never known a father,
							might easily be. And he palmed Selwyn off to Philip as his father,
							because he knew Philip had money and would be your heir." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" But—Philip—and—my
							father!" burst from Mary's lips. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Ah!" said Felise, with one of her most
							beautiful smiles, " it is I who have come to take you to
							both—you and this autocrat who is so dear to you, and this
							little hard man who is so afraid of us all." </p>
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						<pb n="314" TEIform="pb" id="d196e12102"/>
						<head type="div2" TEIform="head">CHAPTER XX </head>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">THEY went up the stairs to the attic in single file. Mr.
							Allars, followed by Mary, followed by the little brown man, who looked
							as if he were being driven along and prevented from slipping away by the
							now shining-faced Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Outside the front door of the Company's board- ing-house was
							the hired carriage in which they had all come, and Numa sat on the
							box-seat beside the coachman, enjoying this thing tremendously. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And these four were all going to verify, so far as sight
							could, this story that Ellie had told to Felise. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Ellie's object in telling the story at all had been, as she
							had shown to Felise, purely a busi- ness transaction. Her marriage with
							Rawson had been moved from the very remote future to the living present
							by the simple means of a transference of £ s. d., and her father's
							safety guaranteed upon Felise's written sacred word. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And now they were all filing into the room, breathless,
							grave-eyed, and one of them with a weight of self-reproach upon her
							heart that her feet could hardly bear her up. </p>
						<pb n="315" TEIform="pb" id="d196e12123"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">In the room it was very dark, very still, and a chill air
							smote their faces. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">They had come, one with a little human long- ing for little
							human vengeance, another with a great stifled cry in her heart, of
							reproach against and love for a father she had never known, love for a
							lover she had distrusted, and hatred against herself. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars, with cold face and eyes grave and misty, and
							hands and knees that would shake and tremble from weakness and
							agitation. And the little brown man, full of miserable fears, full of
							petty hate for every one, but most of all for his fugitive, erring son.
							His little soul was shrivelled up with fear at this undreamt-of
							revealing of the dead, unburied past. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Inside the room it was very still. A little hot air came in
							through the roof window, a few muffled city sounds, a ray of dusty sun
							light. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And just under it, upon the small corner bed, lay a rigid
							body with still, set face. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">The son of the little brown man lay dead. He had gone into
							death's ways who had been so afraid to die. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Philip came in at the open door and stood looking stupidly
							around. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" What does this mean ?" he asked,
							bewildered. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Felise faced him, her warm eyes flashing. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">"Philip, my son," she said, "you
							have been protecting your father's murderer! " </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">But the boy's haggard face and great tired eyes of misery
							smote her. </p>
						<pb n="316" TEIform="pb" id="d196e12160"/>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Come away with me," she begged.
							" Come away." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mary's glance was riveted on her father's face. She drew
							nearer to the bedside, staring with frightened eyes. She recognised the
							stranger who had spoken to her upon her first night in Sydney, and she
							remembered his words— </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I only want to look at you. I would not hurt a
							hair of your head." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" I will stay with him," she said
							tremulously. " He is my father. You can all go away." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Ay ! " said the little brown man.
							" 'Ee is 'er father. After all 'tis 'er right ter see to 'im.
							I've done my dooty for gone nine years now. 'Oo can blame me ?" </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Mr. Allars put a shaking hand on Felise's shoulder. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God has taken vengeance away from us," he
							said solemnly ; " and look at them." </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">And Felise looked at the two pairs of young eyes flashing
							such eloquent love to each other, at two young hands furtively clasped
							by the dead man's side. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">Then she fell to sobbing bitterly. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" God pity and forgive us all," said Mr.
							Allars brokenly, and he even took her pretty white hands into his. </p>
						<p rend="left" TEIform="p">" Eh, eh!" said the little brown man
							eagerly. </p>
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12634">1 The Curse of Clement Waynflete. By BERTRAM MIT- FORD. Illustrated by
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12638">2 The Crime and the Criminal. By RICHARD MARSH. Illustrated by HAROLD
						PIFFARD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12641">3 Captain Shannon. By CODLSON KERNAHAN. Illustrated by F. S. WILSON. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12644">4 Chronicles of Martin Hewitt. By ARTHUR MORRISON. Illustrated by D.
						MURRAY SMITH. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12647">5 "The Queen of Night." By HEADON HILL. Illustrated by
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12650">6 A Man's Foes. By E. H. STRAIN. Illustrated by A. FORESTIER. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12653">7 A Secret Service. By WILLIAM LB QUEUX. Illustrated by HAROLD PIFFARD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12657">8 A Veldt Official. By BERTRAM MITFORD. Illustrated by STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12660">9 Woman, the Mystery. By HENRY HERMAN. Illustrated by GEORGE HUTCHINSON. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12663">10 Martin Hewitt, Investigator. By ARTHUR MORRISON. Illustrated by SIDNEY
						PAGET. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12666">11 A Stolen Life. By M. MCDONNELL BODKIN. Illustrated by FRANCES EWAN. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12669">12 A Social Highwayman. By E. P. TRAIN. Illustrated by F. MCKERNAN. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12672">13 The Datchet Diamonds. By RICHARD MARSH. Illustrated by STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12676">14 At Midnight. By ADA CAMBRIDGE. Illustrated by P. FRENZENY and others. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12679">15 Lady Turpin. By HENRY HERMAN. Illustrated by STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12682">16 Adventures of Martin Hewitt. By ARTHUR MORRISON. Illustrated by T. S.
						C. CROWTHER. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12685">17 The Expiation of Wynne Palliser. By BERTRAM MIT- FORD. Illustrated by
						STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12688">18 A Sensational Case. By ALICE MAUD MEADOWS. Illus- trated by ST. CLAIR
						SIMMONS. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12691">19 The Dorrington Deed Box. By ARTHUR MORRISON. Illustrated by STANLEY L.
						WOOD, &amp;C. </bibl>
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12697">20 The Right Sort. By Mrs. E. KENNARD. Illustrated by EDGAR GIBERNE. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12700">21 Beacon Fires. By HEADON HILL. Illustrated by STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12703">22 Fordham's Feud. By BERTRAM MITFORD. Illustrated by STANLEY L. WOOD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12706">23 The Dwarf's Chamber. By FERGUS HDME. Illustrated by PERCY F. S. SPENCE. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12709">24 The Voyage of the " Pulo Way." By W. CARLTON DAWE.
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12713">25 Lord Edward Fitzgerald. By M. MCDONNELL BODKIN. Illustrated by LEONARD
						LINSDELL. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12716">26 The Unseen Hand. By LAWRENCE L. LYNCH. Illustrated by ST. CLAIR
						SIMMONS. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12719">27 The Crime of a Christmas Toy. By HENRY HERMAN. Illustrated by GEORGE
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12722">28 The Brotherhood of the Seven Kings. By Mrs. L. T. MEADE. Illustrated by
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					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12725">29 Out from the Night. By ALICE MAUD MEADOWS. Illus trated by T. W. HENRY. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12728">30 The Rebels. By M. MCDONNELL BODKIN. Illustrated by J. AMBROSE WALTON. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12732">32 The Last Stroke. By LAWRENCE L. LYNCH. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12735">32 A Master of Mysteries. By Mrs. L. T. MEADE. Illus- trated by J. AMBROSE
						WALTON. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12738">33 The Eye of Fate. By ALICE MAUD MEADOWS. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12741">34 A Bear Squeeze. By M. MCDONNELL BODKIN. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12744">35 £19,000. By BURFORD DELANNOY. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12747">36 Willow, the King. By J. C. SNAITH. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12751">37 The Man and His Kingdom. By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12754">38 The Sanctuary Club. By Mrs. L. T. MEADE. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12757">39 Between the Lines. By BURFORD DELANNOY. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12760">40 The Man of the Moment. By MORICE GERARD. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12763">41 Caged. By HEADON HILL. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12766">42 Under Fate's Wheel. By LAWRENCE L. LYNCH. </bibl>
					<bibl default="NO" TEIform="bibl" id="d196e12770">43 Margate Murder Mystery. By BURFORD DELANNOY. </bibl>
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