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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Beautiful Miss Brooke, by Louis Zangwill
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+Title: The Beautiful Miss Brooke
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+Author: Louis Zangwill
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+Release Date: November 22, 2010  [eBook #34404]
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+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE***
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+[Illustration: Cover]
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+SOME PRESS OPINIONS
+
+Of "Z. Z.'s" Previous Work.
+
+
+          _Daily Chronicle_ (London).--In all modern fiction
+          there is no novel which contains a more able and
+          finished analysis of character. It is a serious
+          contribution to literature.
+
+          _Echo_ (London).--His work reveals a grand
+          dramatic instinct There are indeed possibilities
+          of fine work in "Z. Z.," and we may anticipate
+          valuable studies of life in the immediate future.
+          Mr. Louis Zangwill should cut a pretty figure in
+          latter-day fiction.
+
+          _Academy_ (London).--A few masterful novelists
+          like "Z. Z." have it in their power to attain to a
+          complete achievement.
+
+          _Daily Telegraph_ (London).--One of the ablest
+          works of recent fiction.
+
+          _Illustrated London News._--One of the cleverest
+          novels of the day.
+
+          _Graphic_ (London).--The new novel by "Z. Z." is a
+          tragedy of which the power can not possibly be
+          denied. Never for one moment does the author lose
+          his grip.
+
+          _Weekly Sun_ (London).--He is one of the forces to
+          be counted with in contemporary literature. Great
+          qualities have gone to the making of his book, and
+          with these qualities Mr. Louis Zangwill is bound
+          to travel far.
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE
+
+[Illustration: Decoration]
+
+By "Z. Z."
+Author of A Drama in Dutch,
+The World and a Man, Etc.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+New York
+D. Appleton and Company
+1897
+
+Copyright, 1897,
+D. Appleton and Company.
+
+
+
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+
+THE opening bars of a waltz sounded through the house above the
+irregular murmur of conversation, bearing their promise and summons
+along festal corridors and into garlanded nooks and alcoves. Paul
+Middleton drew a breath of relief as the girl to whom he had been
+talking was carried off to dance, for she had bored him intolerably. The
+refreshment room, crowded a moment ago, was thinning down, and, glad of
+the respite, he took another sandwich and slowly sipped the remainder of
+his coffee. His humour was of the worst. If his hostess had not been his
+mother's oldest friend, he would never have allowed himself to be
+persuaded to accept her invitation after he had once decided to decline
+it. Why had his mother so persisted, when she knew very well he was
+looking forward to playing in an important chess match? Certainly the
+evening so far had not compensated him for the pleasure he had thus
+missed.
+
+He had been chafing the whole time, and intermittently he had played
+with the idea of slipping out and taking a hansom down to the chess
+club. But he had ticked off five dances on Celia's programme--Celia was
+of course Celia--and he was to take her to supper. Moreover, on his
+arrival at the small-and-early, Mrs. Saxon had led him round--he feeling
+that his amiable expression made him a hypocrite--and, mechanically
+repeating his request for the pleasure of a dance, he had scrawled his
+name on several programmes with scarcely a glance at their owners. It
+was, however, more particularly his engagements with Celia, and one or
+two other girls he knew well, that had made him stay on. Once more he
+glanced at his watch. It was getting well on towards midnight now, and
+the issue of the chess match must already have been decided. After some
+speculation as to the winning side, he resigned himself to finishing the
+evening where he was.
+
+At the best of times Paul Middleton's interest in the ballroom was only
+lukewarm. He frankly professed not to care about it at all, and, though
+he was in the habit of dancing every dance, he looked upon himself more
+as a spectator than a participator on such rare occasions as he accepted
+cards for. He had no favourite partners. Into the inner and intimate
+life of that circle of light made for human pleasure he could never
+enter; he had always shrunk from exploring its labyrinth of flirtation,
+coquetry, and petty manoeuvring, the very thought of the intricacies
+of which affrighted his plain-sailing temperament. To him one girl in a
+ballroom was much the same as another--a green, white, or pink gown with
+sometimes an eye-glass attached. He knew very well, though--if only from
+his mother having instilled it into him--that no such indifference
+attached to him, a young man of twenty-three, who was absolute master of
+at least eleven thousand pounds a year, and not without claim to other
+merits.
+
+Becoming aware that the music was in full swing upstairs, he began to
+think it was high time to look for his partner. But the name "Brooke" on
+his programme, which he made out with some difficulty, called up no
+picture, no living personality. He could not even recollect the moment
+when he had written it, and it did not appear he had made any note to
+help him identify the girl. His last partner had had to be pointed out
+to him by Mrs. Saxon, and he did not care to trouble her again.
+"Besides," he reflected, "this Miss Brooke, whoever she is, will most
+likely be hidden away in some nook or other and will be only too glad
+not to be hunted up."
+
+He had almost made up his mind to skip the dance when there came into
+the room an old schoolfellow, more or less a friend of his. The two
+interchanged a word. Thorn, it appeared, wanted a whisky and soda before
+going home. He had to turn in early to be in good form for the morrow's
+cricket. It was the first match of the season, and he was anxious to do
+brilliantly. Paul took the opportunity of asking him if, by any chance,
+he knew or had danced with a Miss Brooke.
+
+"The beautiful Miss Brooke you mean, don't you?" asked Thorn.
+
+Paul explained he didn't know which Miss Brooke he meant, but that he
+ought to be dancing with _a_ Miss Brooke. Any girl who answered to that
+name would satisfy him.
+
+"Well, if the one you mean, or don't mean, is the one I mean, she's just
+outside the door talking to a big Yankee chap. I never heard of her
+before to-night, but she's a stunning girl. She's the daughter of some
+American millionaire, a railway king, or something of that sort--at
+least everybody says so. I tried to get a dance with her, but I wasn't
+in luck. I envy you. Good-night, old boy!"
+
+"I suppose, then, _I_ must consider myself in luck," thought Paul,
+staying yet a moment as he caught sight of his full reflection in a
+glass. It was a medium, slightly built figure that met his gaze, easy
+and graceful of carriage. The face was fair with a tiny light beard--the
+silken hair cut short, the features intelligent, the eyes grey, the
+teeth beautiful. A suspicion of a freckle here and there did not seem
+unsuited to the type of complexion. The survey seemed to please him, and
+he stepped forward with the intention of taking possession of "the
+beautiful Miss Brooke."
+
+Thorn's indication proved correct. To his surprise Miss Brooke seemed to
+recognise him as he approached, for she welcomed him with a smile, from
+which he deduced, moreover, that she must have been waiting for him. He
+had a general sense of enchantment and diaphanousness, of a delicate
+harmony of colour-tones; an impression as of an idealised figure that
+had stepped out of a decorative painting. He wondered how he had escaped
+the impression at the time of his introduction to her, and, despite her
+smile, he was chilled by a doubt that it might, after all, be some other
+Miss Brooke on whose programme he had written. Of the man she had been
+talking to he scarcely took any note at all, beyond verifying he was a
+"big Yankee." He took her up to the dancing-room, and they began
+waltzing. Paul considered himself a pretty good dancer, and there were
+even moments when he could conscientiously say he was enjoying himself.
+But somehow he found himself going badly with Miss Brooke. Things seemed
+to be wrong at the very start. There was an uncomfortable drag. Paul was
+compelled to take enormous steps to counteract it, and after a dozen
+turns both agreed to give it up.
+
+"You dance the English step, of course, Mr. Middleton," she observed as
+they sauntered round. Her American accent was of the slightest, and few
+as were the words she had so far spoken, they seemed to Paul subtly to
+vibrate with a pleasant friendliness. Her voice was sweet and clear,
+with an under-quality of softness and caress. The suggestion that there
+were waltz steps other than the one he was wont to dance was new to him.
+
+"I suppose mine is the English step," he replied, "though I never heard
+of any other. Is yours very different?"
+
+"Oh, yes. We Americans really waltz, whilst you English just go round
+and round and round, with your stiff legs for all the world like a pair
+of compasses."
+
+Paul could not agree with her, and patriotically proceeded to defend the
+English waltz, surprised to find himself expending oratory on so trivial
+a subject. He asserted it was not the mere monotonous turning to which
+Miss Brooke would reduce it, but that a spirit went with it; whereupon
+Miss Brooke shook her head, declaring she had shown the American step to
+a good many English people, and, no matter how sceptical before, they
+had vowed, one and all, never to dance the English step again.
+
+They had wandered away from the mass of rotating figures and taken
+possession of a couple of seats in a corner outside the dancing-room.
+Paul had now an opportunity of observing Miss Brooke more narrowly.
+Other partners he had already forgotten. He could hardly have identified
+them again. So far as he was concerned, they had got completely lost in
+the crowd from which they had temporarily emerged. But of Miss Brooke he
+felt sure a perfectly definite picture would remain in his mind. What
+struck him most at once was a certain spirit of frank good humour that
+seemed to exhale from her, that made him feel, even with her first few
+words, as if she were merely resuming an interrupted conversation with
+him. Her manner suggested the natural falling-into-step by the side of
+an established friend, overtaken _en route_, and it was hard for him to
+realise this was really their first talk together.
+
+Paul had never danced with an American girl before, else he would have
+been aware of the incompatibility of their steps. His notions of the
+American girl--or at least the American girl that comes to Europe--were
+of the vaguest. He had in the course of his existence met perhaps two or
+three of the class, but he had never really talked to them. He had heard
+the American girl spoken of--praised, damned, or tolerated; he had read
+about her push and businesslike qualities; and a short time since he had
+seen the type portrayed on the stage--a dashing, masterful creature, a
+piece of egotism incarnate, with a twang as pronounced as her
+self-assertiveness, a terrible determination, and an equally terrible
+assurance of carrying it through. But he had never thought about her
+coherently; never consciously crystallized these more or less
+contradictory notions of her that had come to him in so scattered and
+chaotic a fashion. It was quite certain, however, that Miss Brooke had
+nothing in common with the monstrosity that had given so much delight to
+that English audience, and raised in it a due consciousness of its own
+virtue of modest moderation. Nor could he associate her with the
+dreadfully improper and unabashable person he had heard more than one
+British matron declare the American girl to be.
+
+Miss Brooke did not address her words to the floor, but sitting with her
+chair at an angle to his, looking straight at him as she spoke. Paul
+found the ordeal a fascinating but sufficiently trying one. He had no
+chance against this wonderful girlish face, with its sparkling blue eyes
+and its subtle quality of sincerity and spirituality; tantalising by the
+charm of its smile, which suggested moments of wickedness and kissing,
+and provoking by its air of unawareness of its calm-destroying powers.
+He was conscious, too, of a long, white neck rising above a pair of
+well-knit shoulders, out of a mass of white fluffy trimmings, in which
+were set with careless art a few deep-red velvet flowers. On her
+forehead lay two roguish curls that moved freely, and each temple was
+covered by a bewitching lock, whose end curled inwards toward the ear.
+At the back her hair was drawn right up into curls, leaving the whole
+neck free, and showing the contour of the gracefully-poised head. Her
+white gown seemed woven of some fairy substance, embroidered with myriad
+gold spots, and encircled round the waist with three golden bands. The
+pink, round flesh of the upper arm showed firm and cool through the web
+of the sleeve that met the long white glove at the elbow. The bodice
+followed closely the modelling of the bust, and the skirt swept
+downwards, ending in a mass of foam-like fluff amid which nestled the
+tips of two neat shoes. Altogether a superb girl, dainty and supple,
+without any suggestion of fragility.
+
+The comparative merits of the English and American waltzes were still
+occupying their attention.
+
+"Now, tell me, Mr. Middleton," she asked, after enthusiastically
+descanting on the pleasure and grace of the "long glide," "haven't I
+really converted you?"
+
+"I want very much to be converted, but your waltz seems formidable. I am
+afraid of it."
+
+"I'm sure it would not take you long to learn. Cannot I really coax you
+into a promise to try it? I enjoy making converts--I have missionary
+tendencies in the blood."
+
+"That's interesting. Because there are tendencies in my blood, too.
+Anti-missionary ones, however. To be true to the family tradition, I'm
+not sure whether I ought not resist your coaxings."
+
+"Which I'm sure you're not going to do." Her face took on an expression
+of mock imploration. "But, tell me, how far back does your tradition
+go, and how did it arise?"
+
+"It began with my grandfather, whose pet idea was that the energy and
+money spent on missions should be employed at home for the raising of
+the lower classes. My father went a step further by deciding the
+particular form in which the lower classes should reap the benefit, and
+he died with the hope that the dream of two generations should be
+realised by me."
+
+"There is quite a touch of poetry in what you tell me," said Miss
+Brooke. "My family history is more prosaic, but it has a dash of
+adventure in it. The missionary hobby began with my great-grandfather,
+who was devoted, body and soul, to it--certainly body, for he was eaten
+by cannibals. Poor savages!"
+
+"Poor savages!" echoed Paul, for the moment supposing Miss Brooke meant
+to throw doubts on her ancestor's digestibility.
+
+"Yes, for grandfather went out to preach to them! A very mean revenge, I
+call that."
+
+"How do you reconcile that statement with your own missionary leanings?"
+asked Paul, thinking it strange a railway king should be the son of an
+earnest missionary, and vaguely speculating whether the millionaire was
+in the habit of giving large sums to "revenge" his grandfather.
+
+"Oh, as a woman I have the right to make contradictory statements. 'Tis
+a valuable right, and I find it very convenient not to yield it up,
+though I _did_ learn logic at college."
+
+"But surely it must be ever so much nicer to triumph by logic."
+
+"If one were only sure of triumphing! But I am really in no difficulty,
+so you will not get an exhibition of logic to-night. My missionary
+tendencies are purely a matter of instinct, my anti-missionary ones a
+matter of sentiment. Do not instinct and sentiment pull different ways
+in human beings? Confess, Mr. Middleton, don't you often _want_ to do
+things you _feel_ you ought not?"
+
+"More often I don't want to do things I feel I ought to."
+
+"That is a piece of new humour."
+
+"I meant the inversion seriously. But I'm glad to find that we are
+agreed at least in sentiment."
+
+"And I do try and turn the instinct into useful channels. Americans, you
+know, never let force run to waste. Now, you _will_ learn that waltz,
+won't you, Mr. Middleton? Promise me quickly, as some one is coming to
+take me to dance. There comes the top of his head."
+
+"Dear me, has the next dance come round already!" ejaculated Paul. "You
+may consider me a sincere convert," he added quickly, "if--if you will
+spare me another dance."
+
+"If you can find one," she replied; and, slipping her programme into his
+hand, she rose in response to the smile of the newcomer. To Paul's
+surprise, the man was the same from whom he had carried off Miss Brooke
+only a minute or two ago, as it appeared to him. Which fact caused him
+now to take keen notice of him. "The fellow" was quite six feet high,
+and of slim, supple build. His face was dark, and, to Paul,
+distinctively American. He wore a short pointed beard and a
+carefully-trimmed moustache. His black hair somewhat eccentrically hung
+down in lines cut to the same length. His eyes gleamed with an almost
+unnatural brightness, and his teeth showed themselves polished and
+white.
+
+"Write thick over somebody else's name." Paul was conscious of Miss
+Brooke speaking to him in almost a whisper; then in a moment she had
+bowed and moved off. He could not help feeling angry with the man for
+taking her away, and his displeasure showed itself in his face. There
+seemed, too, something proprietorial in the way "the confounded fellow"
+walked off with her, and a thousand foolish conjectures hustled in his
+brain. However, he remembered he had Miss Brooke's programme, which,
+together with her last injunction, formed a comforting assurance she
+had taken him into special favour. It had been decidedly nice to
+talk to this girl, who seemed just the sort of person--simple and
+straightforward despite her wonderful charm--he felt he could get on
+with, and it gave him pleasure to picture her again sitting by his side,
+fresh, cool, sweet, and surpassingly beautiful.
+
+After lingering a little he went into the ballroom again. Miss Brooke's
+figure alone drew his eye--the rest of the world was a mere dancing
+medley. She was obviously enjoying her dance, and Paul found himself
+envying her partner his easy mastery of the American waltz step. He
+could not help observing now what a superb note she struck in that
+crowd. He could see, too, she was being noticed, and divined talk about
+her by many moving lips.
+
+He found an opportunity of returning her programme, which she received
+with a marked look of surprise that changed into a smile of thanks. Paul
+was much puzzled. Her manner seemed to make it appear that she had
+dropped the programme and he had picked it up. He rather resented this,
+till it occurred to him she had slipped it into his hand so as not to be
+seen by her present cavalier, and probably she had played this little
+comedy because she did not want to rouse his suspicion. Paul's fears
+that the man might be something to her were reawakened, but they were
+palliated by a sense of triumph over him. Had not Miss Brooke played a
+part--for his sake?
+
+Mrs. Saxon passed near him and stopped to talk to him a moment. He made
+absent-minded replies--indeed, five minutes later he recalled that he
+had said something particularly foolish and hated himself. In this mood
+he sought cousin Celia and took her to supper. He examined her more
+critically now, finding her handsome, solid, and only passably
+interesting. He noted, too, that her manner lacked sprightliness and
+enthusiasm, and that the things she talked about didn't interest him in
+the least. He found himself apologising again and again for not having
+heard what she said. That was whenever there were questions for him to
+answer. He had, however, enough wit left to feel it was fortunate she
+did not ask questions more frequently. Meanwhile his eye wandered
+constantly towards a little table some distance off, which Miss Brooke
+and her American friend had all to themselves, the other two covers
+being as yet unappropriated. Once or twice he became aware that Celia's
+eye was following his. He saw a gleam of understanding flash across her
+face, followed by a flush whose meaning was obvious. But somehow he felt
+reckless.
+
+An hour later he was with Miss Brooke again. At her laughing suggestion
+they had found a hiding-place, more "towards the upper regions," in
+order to keep out of the way of the man whose name had been written
+over, and who, indeed, never appeared. Miss Brooke was admiring an
+exquisite little painting of a picturesque boy looking over a rude
+wooden bridge on to a small stream. The work, which hung just opposite
+them, bore a well-known French signature, and had attracted her
+attention at once. The enthusiasm with which she spoke of the artist
+led Paul to inquire if she herself painted.
+
+"I try to," she answered self-deprecatingly. "I am appallingly
+interested in my work. I always lose myself when talking about it."
+
+She was evidently serious, and Paul was glad to have struck such a mood,
+which promised possibilities of intimate conversation.
+
+"You have taken up art seriously?" he asked.
+
+"One must do something to fill one's life," she replied, with
+unmistakable earnestness; and set Paul musing about the inability of
+fortune to compensate for a want of purpose in life, as he had, indeed,
+felt long ago. That a woman, however, should give expression to the
+sentiment surprised him. Her next words astonished him still more.
+
+"I have always been ambitious, and I might have achieved something in
+art if I hadn't wasted so many years trying other things."
+
+"But, surely you must find the knowledge you have acquired worth
+having."
+
+"I would willingly exchange it all for two years' progress in my work.
+The mistakes began by poppa discovering I was a musical genius, and as I
+was just mad to do something big in the world, I believed him. The next
+discovery was mine--that I was a great writer, and when, two years after
+that, an artist friend declared some sketches of mine were full of
+inspiration, my enthusiasm for writing fizzed out immediately, and I
+rushed into painting, and over to Paris to study. Of course, I'm only in
+the student stage, but my professor has given me distinct encouragement.
+In my heart I really believe I should succeed if only----" She broke off
+with a curious laugh, but went on almost immediately: "If only I don't
+transfer my enthusiasm to sculpture before long. You see I know my
+little ways. Besides, the temptation to change is as strong as it
+possibly can be. It would be such a distinction to have completed the
+round of the arts."
+
+"Poetry would still be left untouched."
+
+"Oh, I've written poetry as well. That was part and parcel of my
+literary mania."
+
+"And naturally expired with it."
+
+"No. Let me confess. Poetry is the one thing I keep up in order to be
+able to feel I am made of fine stuff. It's the one unsaleable thing I
+devote my time to, and without it I should feel utterly ignoble. With
+all my ambition to achieve greatness, I am quite unable to say how much
+of my enthusiasm is due to the hope of accompanying dollars."
+
+Paul was startled for a moment, then laughed in high amusement at the
+idea of a railway king's daughter eking out her income by Art.
+
+"I mean it. I'm not as noble as I look, but thank you for the compliment
+all the same. If I have allowed myself any illusions on the point, they
+were all dissipated when I heard of the price a Salon picture sold for
+last year. My feeling of envy was too naked to be mistaken--naked and
+unashamed. I don't know if you've ever experienced the sort of
+thing--whether you've ever written poetry to keep your self-respect."
+
+"I fear writing poetry would be no test for me. I don't mean to imply
+that the result would _not_ be unsaleable," he added, smiling, "but that
+I am not so avaricious as you profess to be. I am quite satisfied that
+my work in life shall bring me no return."
+
+"I wish I were as fine as that," said Miss Brooke.
+
+"I am afraid I am far from being fine," said Paul, modestly. "I am
+simply content with my fortune. As you said before, one must do
+something to fill one's life. I am only too grateful for the prospect of
+being able to employ my energies. So you see I am really selfish at
+bottom."
+
+"We each appear to have a due sense of the clay in us, so let us agree
+we are neither of us precisely the saints we appear. But you've not yet
+told me in what particular way you purpose satisfying that selfishness
+of yours."
+
+"Thereby hangs a long tale," said Paul, laughing again. "It is connected
+with the family tradition I mentioned to you before."
+
+"I remember. Your father laid some injunction on you about converting
+missionary energies and subscriptions for home use."
+
+"That is a quaint way of putting it. It is true his injunction first set
+me thinking, and it led to my developing certain Utopian ideas of my
+own. As the result, I am now studying architecture. No doubt you will
+think it a strange choice. There begins another dance, and we've both
+partners."
+
+"How vexatious!" said Miss Brooke. "Just when I am so interested. I am
+really longing to hear all about your Utopia."
+
+"I should so much have liked to tell you," murmured Paul, thinking he
+might even have sat out another dance if it were not for his foolish
+exclamation.
+
+"Oh, but you're going to call, Mr. Middleton."
+
+"I shall be very happy," said Paul, repressing a start.
+
+She wrote her address for him on the back of his programme, adding, "I
+shall be in on Wednesday afternoon."
+
+He thanked her and took her down to the dancing-room where she was
+pounced upon immediately, and he then discovered, to his surprise, that
+he and Miss Brooke _had_ sat out two dances! Moreover, the frown which
+Celia gave him over her partner's shoulder as she waltzed by made him
+refer to his programme, when he found he had overlooked the little tick
+at the side of dance number fourteen.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+
+"A DAY and a half to wait before seeing Miss Brooke again," was Paul's
+first reflection the next morning. "All I should have laughed at as
+absurd a month ago, proves to be true. I am fast in the toils." And all
+through the day Miss Brooke filled his thoughts. He was, somehow, a
+different person from before, as if he had awakened from some sluggish
+torpor.
+
+All his life Paul had suffered from an excess of parental love, which
+had considerably curtailed his freedom; and even when the death of his
+father a year before had left him his own master, he had no thought of
+living away from his mother, much to her secret gratification. Her
+fondness for him had been such that she had had him educated at home for
+several years, and was only persuaded to let him go to school under
+great pressure from her husband. She had established her influence over
+her boy from the beginning, and his pliable and obedient disposition had
+enabled her to maintain it now that he was grown up. His father, who had
+divided his time between collecting beautiful beetles, representing a
+rural constituency, enacting the good Samaritan, and, as Paul had told
+Miss Brooke, thundering and writing letters to the press against foreign
+missions, had cherished an ambitious career for his son. He himself, he
+felt, was a mere pawn on the parliamentary chessboard, and he dreamt of
+a really great political future for Paul, who, moreover, he hoped, would
+leave his mark on the social life of the generation by promoting the
+increase of public fine-art collections. Beautiful centres of
+art--beautiful buildings with beautiful contents--could be established,
+he argued, if the money subscribed for foreign missions could be used
+for the purpose; and he had the necessary statistics ready to hurl at
+the head of the sceptic.
+
+Acting on the advice of a friend who considered the Bar afforded the
+best training in oratory, he began by placing the boy in a solicitor's
+office immediately after he had left college. Some eighteen months later
+the father was carried off in an epidemic of influenza. Paul, who had
+long since discovered that oratory _viā_ the law was not adapted to one
+of his temperament, had decision enough to desist from it. His attitude
+towards his sire's dream had never been a very reverent one, for he knew
+well he was not of the stuff of which Parliamentary leaders are made.
+But, as the affection between the two had been really strong, the son
+wished to respect the father's ideas so far as possible, if only for
+sentimental reasons; and, finding in himself a natural taste for making
+beautiful designs as well as an innocent love for illuminated books, old
+carvings and mouldings, and such curious antiques as had a real art
+value, it occurred to him he might make a thorough study of architecture
+from the art as well as the practical side. Later on he would design art
+galleries for the people, and set a movement on foot to promote their
+construction. Without taking himself too solemnly, he liked to think
+that what he purposed would have given his father pleasure; and he was
+always able to take good-humouredly such jesting remarks as had
+reference to his schemes.
+
+Meanwhile mother and son had settled down in a small house in Elm Park
+Road. The country house was let on a long lease, as Mrs. Middleton did
+not wish to have the trouble of keeping it up, preferring to travel for
+three months in the year. The household consumed but a small part of
+their revenues, and consequently the amount of money in the family
+threatened to increase from year to year, despite that Mr. Middleton's
+good works were continued, and that Paul, going a-slumming, started
+additional good works on his own account.
+
+Mrs. Middleton was only too pleased at Paul's leaving "that nasty dark,
+close office," asserting it must have injured his health. Besides, her
+faith in his talents was so absolute that she was certain he would one
+day be a very great man indeed, whatever the profession he espoused. So
+she ceded to him for his study perhaps the pleasantest room in the
+house. It was at the back and opened on to a narrow garden, so that he
+could saunter out occasionally and pace up and down. As he was here
+quite isolated, he never felt the need of having rooms elsewhere.
+
+Despite the vigilance under which Paul had grown up, he had yet managed
+to have one or two boyish love-affairs without his parents suspecting
+anything; and he had at times dreamt of an ideal love and an ideal
+happiness. But of late he had developed different notions, and had come
+to pride himself on his freedom from all mawkish sentiment.
+Notwithstanding this, he was chivalrous enough to believe that women
+were angels; which belief, curiously enough, was unimpaired by the fact
+that, in practice, he was a little bit afraid and suspicious of them.
+Nor did he always find them interesting; he would sooner play a game of
+chess any day than talk to one of them.
+
+Cousin Celia was often at the house to join him and his mother at their
+quiet tea, and one day the idea entered his head that Mrs. Middleton had
+a certain pet scheme. But modesty prevented it from taking root in him,
+and he preferred to believe that the notion of a marriage between him
+and Celia had occurred only to himself, and would greatly surprise
+everybody else if he broached it. Celia was an orphan, and he had heard
+her pitied all his life. She was considered to possess an extraordinary
+share of good looks and an uncommon degree of affability. Good judges
+assured one another she would make an excellent wife, and Mrs. Middleton
+had taken good care that the said judges should discuss the girl in the
+presence of her boy, who could scarcely contend against so subtle an
+undermining. Despite his vague knowledge of the wiles of match-making,
+he began to persuade himself that he really liked Celia, and he played
+more and more with the idea of marrying her. The leading-strings were
+handled so lightly and skilfully, he would have been much astonished to
+hear that his inclinations were not absolutely uninfluenced. In Celia
+was all that straightforwardness by which he set such store; from her
+was absent all that caprice and flirtatiousness he was so afraid of. It
+was easy to know her wishes, easy to please her; and she had never made
+him the victim of moods.
+
+And the more he thought of marrying her, the more he began to decry
+romantic love to himself. Whether it really existed or not he would not
+pretend to say, though, in the light of his own experience, he could
+just imagine its existence. Those old boyish ideas of his were all a
+mistake. And thereupon he fell back eagerly on the theory of sensible
+companionship as the only sound basis for marriage--which theory had now
+abruptly to be rejected.
+
+Already Paul, promenading his garden whilst beautiful coloured plates of
+Egyptian decoration lay neglected on his table, was bothering himself as
+to whether he could leave Celia out of the account with a clear
+conscience. The question he kept asking himself was whether such
+attention as he had paid her could reasonably be interpreted as bearing
+any real significance. He was certain he had never actively made love to
+her, as he had always hesitated to begin, but he had seen a great deal
+of her of late and their intimacy had made great strides. Moreover, she
+had allowed him his five dances the evening before without a word of
+demur. He knew, too, he had often felt himself flushing on hearing her
+praised, feeling a sort of proprietary pride in the subject of
+discussion; and he wondered now if his demeanour on such occasions had
+been observed.
+
+All these considerations caused him considerable uneasiness in view of
+the fact that he was perfectly sure now he did not want to marry her.
+Miss Brooke had come into his horizon, and lo! the whole world was
+changed. Oh, to be free to woo and win such a girl!
+
+Suddenly he had a flash of shrewder insight, and he was able to find
+comfort in that first suspicion, which now returned to him, that his
+mother was really responsible for this Celia affair. Why--and his
+awakened mind now ran over a score of memories--he had scarcely ever met
+Celia out without his mother having supplied the impulse for his going
+to the particular place! He had been a fool not to see how she had
+worked matters from the beginning. And now there arose in him a shade of
+resentment against her, and his man's independence revolted for the
+first time against this subtle subordination of his will to hers. He had
+a definite perception--attended with a distinct sense of shame--of the
+fact that he had never really ceased to be, so far as she was
+concerned, the good little boy who had learnt his letters at her knee.
+He had an individuality of his own, he told himself, and it behoved him
+to play the part of a man. He should begin his emancipation at once by
+putting a prompt stop to "this Celia business."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+
+AS Paul rang at the address Miss Brooke had scribbled down on his
+programme, his dominating thought was that American millionaire's
+daughters chose rather shabby houses to stay in. Though the name of the
+street had surprised him when he had first read it, he had yet conceived
+it possible she might be staying at some kind of private hotel; but he
+had not anticipated a dusty card with the word "apartments." He took it
+for granted her mother was with her, and, though he had not formed any
+clear conception of Mrs. Brooke, she looming mistily in his mind as a
+handsome, stately personage that had decidedly to be taken into the
+reckoning, he had wondered how she would receive him.
+
+A maid-servant ushered him up two flights of stairs into a front room
+and announced his name. As he entered he was conscious of three persons
+sitting at the far end where a bright fire burned, and was somewhat
+startled to recognise the long lithe figure, the dark face and hair, and
+the piercing black eyes of the American Miss Brooke had danced with. A
+peculiar shade of expression flitted across the man's face, telling Paul
+the recognition was mutual. At the same time Paul was assuming that the
+bonneted and cloaked mature-looking lady was no other than Mrs. Brooke
+herself, and he wondered why she should receive callers when so
+obviously dressed for going out. Miss Brooke rose to greet him with a
+pleasant smile of welcome. In a simple dress with wide sleeves that
+fitted tight round the wrists, her short front hair, evenly divided,
+falling over her temples in rippling masses, she seemed less phantasmal
+and fairylike, less remote from this world--a being more humanly sweet
+and that one might dare to woo.
+
+But unfortunately in that moment he became aware of the huge bulk of a
+high bed against the wall on his right, and a tall screen that cut off a
+corner of the room struck him as having the air of concealing something.
+Though he kept control over himself physically, his mind grew perfectly
+vacant. He did not dare to think--it seemed vain to make any
+surmise--but bowed to the bonneted lady as he heard Miss Brooke say:
+"Katharine, let me introduce my friend, Mr. Middleton--Mrs. Potter."
+
+Paul had seldom felt so many emotions at one time. Added to his surprise
+at the expected Mrs. Brooke changing at the last moment into a Mrs.
+Potter, and to his bewilderment at being received in a bedroom, was a
+thrill of pleasure at Miss Brooke's reference to him as "my friend." He
+had, too, a sense of gratified curiosity at learning the next moment
+that the man's name was Pemberton; it was convenient, moreover, to have
+a definite symbol by which to refer to him in thought.
+
+"I think the water's boiling, dear," said Mrs. Potter. "Doesn't it mean
+'boiling' when steam comes out of the spout like that?"
+
+"Not yet, Katharine. Half a minute more. You are just in nice time, Mr.
+Middleton, to get your cup of tea at its best." And Miss Brooke busied
+herself cutting up a big lemon into thin slices at a little table that
+was laid with a pretty Japanese tea-set.
+
+"Lisa's tea is quite wonderful," chimed in Mrs. Potter. "I always spoil
+mine--I can never quite tell when the water boils. That's my pet
+stupidity."
+
+For a moment Paul watched the artistic copper kettle as it sang its
+pleasant song. Mrs. Potter already struck him as an obviously cheerful
+personality, and he felt absurdly grateful to her for mentioning Miss
+Brooke's first name. He had not yet given up Mrs. Brooke, expecting her
+to enter the room very soon now; and he found it hard not to fix his
+gaze noticeably on the bed, half-surprised that everybody else ignored
+it, seeming totally unconscious that any such piece of furniture was
+there at all.
+
+Mr. Pemberton took little part in the somewhat banal but good-humoured
+conversation that now sprang up, but drummed idly with his fingers on
+the settee on which he was lounging. Now and again a monosyllabic drawl
+fell languidly from him, and Paul read into this demeanour annoyance at
+his presence.
+
+Mrs. Potter, he soon learnt--for the lady was loquacious--was a widow
+and a journalist on a three months' stay in Europe, of which she was
+passing a month in London, endeavouring to make as much copy out of it
+as possible. She related with glee, and without any apparent qualms of
+conscience, how she had "fixed up" accounts of various great society
+functions, writing her copy in the first person.
+
+"Lisa is so good and helpful to me. I impose on her dreadfully. I should
+never have been able to get them fixed up without her. And then her
+spelling is so perfect--she runs over my copy and puts it right in a
+jiffy."
+
+"Lemon or cream, Mr. Middleton, please?" asked Miss Brooke. "Two lumps
+of sugar or one? What, none at all! Oh, yes, everybody thinks these cups
+sweetly pretty. I'm taking them home with me as a souvenir."
+
+"What shall I do without you in Paris?" broke in Mrs. Potter again. "I
+shall be lost there. Can't I coax you to come back with me, Lisa dear?"
+
+"Can't disappoint poppa," said Miss Brooke laconically.
+
+"You'll have me to come to," drawled Mr. Pemberton.
+
+"You'll be handy for some things, but your spelling's worse than mine,"
+said Mrs. Potter; and somewhat irrelevantly went on to suppose that Paul
+must know Paris well.
+
+Paul, alas! had only two visits to boast of, one of a week's, the other
+of two weeks' duration, both in the company of his mother. Whereupon a
+sound, as of a suppressed snigger, came from the direction of Pemberton.
+
+Something like the truth had begun to dawn on Paul's mind, and he knew
+better now than to continue to expect Mrs. Brooke to appear. He had
+sufficiently gathered from the conversation that Miss Brooke was on her
+way home from Paris to America, and that she was going to travel alone,
+and had taken London _en route_, probably armed with letters of
+introduction. Most likely, he argued, she must have considered the one
+room sufficient for her needs, and had not anticipated callers. Or
+perhaps Americans, for all he knew, did not mind receiving callers in a
+bedroom. This, he concluded, was probably the case, as no one seemed in
+the least _gźné_, despite that the bed was such a palpable fact, and
+stood there in massive unblushingness. Otherwise an atmosphere of
+feminine daintiness seemed to surround Miss Brooke, transforming even
+this lodging-house bedroom.
+
+However, he did not grasp the facts without an almost overwhelming sense
+of pain.
+
+His romance had been rudely shattered at one blast, and he felt his
+breath draw heavily when he first comprehended Miss Brooke was on the
+point of leaving London. A sense of helplessness came upon him as he
+realised he could do nothing but just get through with his call. There
+seemed not the slightest chance now of his telling her about the career
+he purposed for himself. He had dreamed, too, of her showing him her
+verses, perhaps some of her sketches. But the presence of the others
+stood in the way. He would have liked to hate them both, but being
+forced to like Mrs. Potter, he had to bestow a double amount of dislike
+on Mr. Pemberton, which he was very glad to do. And then he wanted to
+know the exact relation between Mr. Pemberton and Miss Brooke. From a
+hint the "fellow" had dropped, it was clear he lived in Paris--where
+Miss Brooke had been living. Was he a relative? Who was he? Why was he
+in London? How came he to be at Mrs. Saxon's dance? For a moment Paul
+thought of asking Mrs. Saxon about him, and also about Miss Brooke, but
+he put the idea from him as underhand and unworthy.
+
+Meanwhile the conversation went on, pleasant and banal. Mrs. Potter
+deluged Paul with questions about the London season and English painters
+and the Academy. She narrated the comicalities of her shopping
+expeditions, various little misadventures that had arisen from the
+different usage of everyday words by the two nations. By imperceptible
+stages along a tortuous and varied route they drifted on to the subject
+of love, and Mrs. Potter, still keeping the talk almost all to herself,
+related several touching romances of her friends' lives. Once or twice
+Paul's gloom was lightened by the smile of Miss Brooke that met his look
+each time he turned his face towards her. A lien, invisible to the
+others, seemed to be established between them.
+
+At length Mrs. Potter, drawing Mr. Pemberton's attention to the hour,
+rose to go, and the two left together. Despite some mad idea of
+declaring himself to Miss Brooke there and then, which had occurred to
+him, Paul had also risen, but to his astonishment Miss Brooke drew her
+chair closer to the fire, and motioned him to take a seat in the
+opposite chimney corner. He obeyed as if hypnotised. "What would my
+mother think of this?" he asked himself, and awaited developments. As
+for Miss Brooke, at no moment did she seem aware of the slightest
+unconventionality in the situation.
+
+"Katharine is so sweet," she began thoughtfully. "You can't imagine how
+pleased I was when she wrote she was coming. Charlie is piloting her
+about a little. He is so good-natured."
+
+"Charlie is, I presume, Mr. Pemberton."
+
+"Why, of course. And he'll be of so much use to her in Paris. He has a
+studio there. But I hope she won't fall in love with him," she added
+laughingly. "Katharine is so romantic; she is always in love with some
+man or other."
+
+Though he knew as a general biological fact that women fall in love with
+men, Paul, despite all the love-stories he had read, had never yet been
+able to grasp it and admit it to himself as a fact of actual life.
+Somehow, he had always felt that the onus of falling in love and of
+courtship rested on men, and that it was very good and condescending of
+women to allow themselves to be loved at all. But Miss Brooke's way of
+talking seemed to take it for granted that it was a perfectly natural
+and proper thing for a woman to be in love, that romance was a thing a
+woman might own to without any shame; making him realise more distinctly
+than ever before that women were not so entirely passive and
+passionless. But all this he rather felt than thought, and it did not
+interfere with the sentence that was on the tip of his tongue; the
+outcome of his sense of disappointment and desolation at her threatened
+departure out of his life, which was only mitigated by the reflection
+that Pemberton was being left behind.
+
+"And now you are going home!"
+
+The words were obviously equivalent to a sigh of regret.
+
+"But not for good, I hope," said Miss Brooke; and Paul's universe
+changed at once into a wonderful enchanted garden. "Of course, it will
+be very nice to be at home with poppa and mamma again, but I should not
+be leaving Paris from choice. I was making such progress at school that
+my professor was quite angry I couldn't stay. But perhaps I shall be
+back in a year's time. I certainly shall if everything goes well."
+
+"I do hope it's nothing serious that calls you away, and that keeps you
+from your studies so long a time," exclaimed Paul fervently.
+
+"From my point of view it's certainly serious," smiled Miss Brooke,
+good-humouredly. "As I've already tried to make you believe, I am a very
+greedy person, with a fondness for dollars, and the whole trouble is
+that they keep out of reach. Poor hardworked poppa can't send me any
+more money just now, but he'll be getting a bigger salary next year, and
+I shall be able to go back and paint a masterpiece for the Salon. In the
+meanwhile I shall have to amuse myself as best I can sketching about the
+place, and watching poppa getting through big batches of couples. He's a
+minister--you know the cloth's hereditary in our family--and marries off
+people wholesale."
+
+Till that moment Miss Brooke had been the railway king's daughter. For
+Paul to find now that she was a comparatively poor girl, whose anxiety
+to earn money by making her mark in art was no mere jesting pretence,
+involved a complete readjustment of his mental focus. But its
+instantaneity made the operation a violent one, especially as he strove
+hard not to exhibit any external signs of discomposure. At the same time
+a good deal that had bewildered him was explained, though there were
+points yet on which he needed enlightenment. And with all his
+astonishment went an unbounded admiration for the cheerful way in which
+she accepted her position, the lover's keen lookout for every scrap of
+virtue in the beloved seizing on this greedily for commendation. What a
+splendid, plucky girl she was! The glamour of his romance was
+heightened. Mere millionaires and all that appertained to them seemed
+suddenly prosaic.
+
+Into what a bizarre misconception had he fallen! She herself was not to
+blame. If his mind had not been clogged up by what Thorn had told him
+beforehand he would not so persistently have misunderstood her
+references to money; but how should he have thought of challenging what
+he knew only now to have been a mere speculative rumour? There had been
+nothing in her appearance and personality to belie that rumour, and, as
+obviously she was not called upon to contradict statements about herself
+she had never heard, such manifestations of the truth as had since
+become visible to him had only served to mystify him.
+
+The way, too, she had taken certain things for granted as perfectly
+natural and proper, somewhat astonished him, to wit, her inviting him to
+call here, her reception of him in a bedroom, and his presence alone
+with her now. These facts contravened the ideas in which he had been
+brought up, and he could only suppose that American ideas probably
+differed from English. This surmise seemed, on the whole, corroborated
+by the glimpse he had had that day into the spirit of the American
+independent woman--a type entirely new to him--as exemplified both by
+Mrs. Potter and Miss Brooke.
+
+He asked how soon she was leaving, and learnt she was sailing on the
+Saturday, so that barely two days of London remained to her. He did not
+like the idea at all, as he had formed the hope he might somehow see her
+again before her departure.
+
+"My berth is taken," explained Miss Brooke, perhaps amused by his
+evident discontent. "Some boxes have gone on. Besides, I could not stay
+here any longer. Dollars are getting scarce. I'm going to have some more
+tea--won't you join me?"
+
+"Willingly." He wanted to stay longer, and tea, by filling the time
+plausibly, would help to lessen his constraint at the original position
+in which he found himself.
+
+"I am so pleased you were able to call!" went on Miss Brooke, as she
+poured out the beverage. "You haven't forgotten your promise to tell me
+all about your work--and your Utopia as well," she added, smiling, and
+handing him his cup.
+
+Her sweetness as she spoke enchanted him. When he himself had been
+hesitating on the brink of the chasm, with what ease had she taken him
+across it at one leap! Soon he found himself telling her how he had come
+to abandon his father's ideas and plan out his life his own way, with as
+much emotion as if he were relating his inmost secrets to an affianced
+wife. And certainly no affianced wife could have listened with a graver
+attention, or more sympathetic demeanour.
+
+"Has it ever occurred to you to study architecture at Paris?" she asked.
+"The Beaux Art School is, I think, one of the finest in the world, and
+you could scarcely get a more artistic atmosphere."
+
+The effect of her remark was as that of an electric spark that fuses
+many elements into one new whole. He was conscious of a struggling
+chaotic mass of thought, followed by a clear perception of the
+conditions of his existence in all its bearings. And in a flash he had
+made up his mind to plunge into the delicious indefiniteness of what
+offered itself. A soft purple haze floated before him as in a dream, and
+an odour of incense and a harmony of sweet sounds seemed to steal upon
+him. And the haze, parting a moment, allowed him a glimpse of a magic
+city in its depths. And in that city, he knew, were "Lisa" and himself.
+
+That was to be the future! The awakening of the man in him was complete.
+By an abrupt mastercoup he would wrench himself away from the
+influences that had well-nigh reduced him to a puppet. His reply to Miss
+Brooke now would be the beginning of the necessary forward impulse.
+
+"The idea has not come to me, though, of course, I should have had to
+consider the question of a formal course before very long. But I like
+the suggestion very much."
+
+"Lots of the boys take the course there," added Miss Brooke. "There are,
+of course, many more American than English boys, but you'll find them
+all a sociable set."
+
+He asked for details about the student life, and Miss Brooke tried to
+give him some notion of it. In this way quite half an hour slipped by,
+during which Paul became worked up to a high pitch of enthusiasm and
+took care to leave no doubt in Miss Brooke's mind that his decision was
+finally taken.
+
+"Charlie, too, might be useful to you," said Miss Brooke, as Paul rose
+to take his leave. "I'm sure he'd be delighted to be of service to you.
+And how nice, too, if we were to meet there again! Perhaps we shall."
+
+Her face gleamed as with the pleasure of anticipation.
+
+"I shall always bear the hope with me," said Paul gravely; and, wishing
+her a pleasant crossing, he bade her "good-bye."
+
+"Let us say '_Au revoir_' rather," and once again she pressed his hand,
+which was more than he had dared hope for.
+
+But what had "Charlie" to do with Miss Brooke? he asked himself a
+thousand times that evening.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+
+A MONTH later--about the beginning of June--Paul had entered the École
+des Beaux Arts as a student of architecture. Not to have succeeded in
+tearing himself away would have been to lose all self-respect. He had
+determined to justify himself to himself, to prove he had a will he need
+not be ashamed of. Thus it was that his astonished mother and a
+favourite uncle--Celia's guardian--who both had a good deal to say about
+Paris and its temptations, expended their speech to no purpose.
+
+Paul entered into his student life with zest, working hard and
+conscientiously in a very methodical fashion. He allowed himself,
+however, plenty of time for enjoying the city; going to the theatres,
+and peeping into all the show places, and hunting up curios at old
+shops, and lounging and playing billiards at the cafés, and drinking
+beer _al fresco_ on the boulevards. Occasionally he rode in the Bois, or
+made excursions up and down the Seine, and into the neighbouring
+country--mostly, of course, in company, for he soon struck acquaintance
+with some of the men, many of whom he found had to manage on very little
+money. So he said nothing about his own easy circumstances, rather
+enjoying the two-franc seat at the theatre and the fifteen-centime ride
+on the tops of tramcars. When he wanted expensive amusement he went
+alone.
+
+No one he knew had so far mentioned Miss Brooke's name, and though he
+was often on the point of asking one or other of his new friends about
+her, some instinct invariably restrained him. He had nurtured his love
+for her, all his solitary thought turning to her, and it seemed a sort
+of sacrilege to make even the most innocent inquiry about her in her
+absence. This waiting for her in silence was part of the romance.
+
+He understood the American girl a little better now, fellow-students
+having introduced him to girl friends--that is to say, he was better
+acquainted with her and her ways. And he was satisfied that whatever
+appeared right to Miss Brooke, no matter how much it violated his own
+notions, must be right absolutely. With her the fact of riches or
+poverty was reduced to a mere indifferent background, against which her
+personality stood out in all its charm and dignity. A girl like her
+could make her home in one room, and yet make you welcome in it with as
+much ease and grace as any lady in a fine drawing-room.
+
+Time passed, and still nobody, by any chance, referred to Miss Brooke.
+This was not surprising, for Paris was large, and American girl students
+were plentiful and scattered all over it. Moreover, a girl who had gone
+home months before was likely to be soon forgotten. Pemberton he had
+never met, but he had seen him just once from the top of a tramcar. The
+hot weather came on and Paul passed a delicious month at Montmorency in
+company with one of the men. After his return he settled to work again,
+and the months went by almost without his keeping count of them--for,
+Miss Brooke having mentioned a year as the time she was likely to remain
+in America, he would not look for her till the spring came on again. In
+the meanwhile he inflicted much misery on himself by speculating as to
+whether home and home ties might not have absorbed for good so ideal and
+affectionate a girl as he conceived her to be, especially after so long
+a residence abroad. But deep down was implanted in him an unswerving
+faith in her coming, and, though the manner of their meeting had been
+left so undefined, he was certain there would be no difficulty when the
+time came, and that his life after that would be one long fairy tale.
+
+The spring came at last, and with it _vernissage_ at the Salon. Paul
+knew one or two men who were exhibiting, so he decided to pass his
+afternoon at the Palais de l'Industrie. The tens of thousands that
+thronged the galleries made picture-inspection difficult and tedious;
+but the crowd itself presented many compensating features of interest.
+Paul was hoping, too, he might see Miss Brooke there, as it was not
+impossible she might by now be back in Paris. Occasionally he fancied a
+girl resembled Miss Brooke, but when, after infinite striving, he had
+got close to his quarry, he found the points of likeness were but few.
+Once or twice the fair one eluded his pursuit, and got irretrievably
+swallowed up.
+
+On his going to _déjeuner_ the next day, at a little restaurant close by
+the school, where he was in the habit of dropping in at mid-day--he
+dined in the evening in state at a more pretentious establishment--there
+sat Miss Brooke herself at a table at the end of the room, her face
+towards the door. None of the usual clients had yet arrived, as it was a
+trifle early, and _mademoiselle_ was distributing the newly-written
+menus among the various tables. In any case he must have caught sight of
+her at once, as the cluster of sharp red and black wings that shot up
+from one side of the little toque, which just seemed to rest on her
+hair, drew the eye at once. Her face showed glowing and bright, set
+above the dark mass of her stuff dress. As the door swung to she looked
+up from the menu she had been studying.
+
+"How do you do, Mr. Middleton? You seem real scared to see me."
+
+Her greeting seemed as calm and laughing as if they had but parted the
+day before, and Paul felt some vague dissatisfaction with it--he did not
+quite know why. It seemed, somehow, as if there were no romance between
+them at all, as if they were the merest acquaintances. Perhaps it was
+that the pent-up emotion of months of waiting needed more dramatic
+expression than this commonplace situation afforded.
+
+He asked permission, and sat down opposite her, scarcely knowing what
+to say to her first.
+
+"Can you tell me whether _cervelle de veau_ is anything good to eat?
+It's the only unfamiliar thing on the menu, and my only hope."
+
+He took the sheet of paper as she held it to him, but found the dish was
+equally unknown to him. They appealed to _mademoiselle_, who informed
+them, "_C'est dans la tźte._"
+
+"I wonder if she means 'brains.' I was hoping not to have to translate
+_cervelle_ literally."
+
+"I am not afraid of experimenting," suggested Paul.
+
+"For my benefit. That is real kind of you. Whenever I've been curious
+about things with strange names, I've always had to order them, which is
+rather an expensive way of increasing one's French vocabulary."
+
+When the dish came, neither Paul nor Miss Brooke liked the curly look of
+it, so they fell back on _bifteck_, salad, cheese, and fruit.
+
+"And so you are here after all," said Miss Brooke, musingly.
+
+"Why? Did you think I was not serious about coming?"
+
+"I didn't mean that. My expression was a sort of acknowledgment to
+myself that I had found you--or rather, to be proper, that you had found
+me."
+
+His heart fairly leaped with pleasure. She had certainly then thought of
+him during the past months!
+
+"I must thank the happy chance that led you in here," he murmured,
+feeling his emotion at length control him.
+
+"Happy chance!" She charmed his ear with a ripple of laughter. "Why,
+I've exhausted almost every restaurant near the Beaux Arts, that being
+the most feminine way of pursuing you. The mathematical theory of
+probability--college learning _does_ prove useful at times--told me the
+happening of the event, that is, of the event I wanted to happen, was a
+certainty. For some particular restaurant or other is a habit which
+everybody contracts; it is, indeed, the first vice one picks up in
+Paris. And it's a habit that can't be broken. Day after day you
+revolt--if you're a man, you swear--against the _cuisine_. Things are
+becoming intolerable. Time was when everything was perfect, when the
+menu was varied, and always included your favourite dishes; when one
+could eat the salad without too close an inspection of the under-side of
+the leaves, and when the wine at eighty centimes a litre didn't turn
+blue or taste like ink. To-day is, most certainly, the last time you
+will ever set foot in the place. But the morrow comes, and at _déjeuner_
+time your feet bear you there again, and you are so meek about it that
+you scarcely protest."
+
+"That is just my experience," he confessed.
+
+"I was sure it would be. That is what enabled me to calculate so
+infallibly. You see I speak my thoughts quite unashamed. Paris makes one
+so frightfully immodest."
+
+"I'm glad, then, I didn't take it into my head to apply the same method
+in my search for you. Not only would it have upset your mathematics,
+but, having no particular landmark, I might have wandered on forever.
+All the same, I have kept my eyes open. In fact, I was hoping to see you
+yesterday at _vernissage_."
+
+"Were you there?" she exclaimed. "What a silly question!" she added
+immediately, laughing. "What I meant to say was _I_ was there. But, of
+course, it was quite impossible to find any one in such a crowd." Paul
+noticed with pleasure that the conversation on both sides assumed the
+fact of a positive rendezvous between them. Miss Brooke went on to
+chatter about the _vernissage_.
+
+"I see this morning's _Herald_ puts us down as a low lot. Its reporter
+must be very _exigeant_. In spite of our presence he insists the models
+gave the _ton_ to the assembly."
+
+"Were there many models present?" asked Paul. "I don't remember seeing
+any."
+
+"There were quite enough of them to be noticeable. Perhaps you thought
+they were all countesses."
+
+"I did have some such idea," he admitted. "I didn't know models dressed
+like countesses."
+
+"They do when their artists take them to _vernissage_. Which affords
+food for reflection."
+
+Paul felt slightly embarrassed and did not answer.
+
+"And now," resumed Miss Brooke, contemplating her _coeur ą la crźme_,
+"if I may venture to intrude on your reflections, will you please pass
+me the sugar?"
+
+"Is it long since you returned?" he inquired soon. "I was going to ask
+you before, only the _cervelle_ puzzle arose and somehow I forgot."
+
+"Just three weeks," she replied. "Poppa had his bigger salary, and as it
+was getting tedious seeing couples married I made haste to come over
+again. You can't imagine how impatient I was to get back in time for
+_vernissage_. It gives such a fillip to your ambitions to see crowds
+round your friends' pictures, and to read about them in the papers; it
+makes you realise your own powers, and sets you wondering why _you_
+hadn't dared to send something in. When you are tired of lamenting your
+folly you begin to admire your modesty, and of course you remember that
+modesty is the mark of true genius."
+
+"And you had all those thoughts?"
+
+"Oh, no! They are the thoughts I should have had if I hadn't been busy
+admiring the dresses. The pictures must wait--I shall be going again to
+see those, perhaps two or three times. Most students do. One is supposed
+to learn from them, but in practice one only criticises. The boys say
+everything is rotten. We girls pretend to agree with them, only, of
+course, it wouldn't be proper to express our opinion as violently as
+that. Do you dine here as well?"
+
+"I dine as the whim takes me. You see I haven't yet acquired a habit for
+evening wear. Not every Bohemian can make that boast."
+
+Miss Brooke laughed. "Bohemians mostly acquire bad habits for evening
+wear. But I'm going to cut Bohemianism altogether so far as my meals are
+concerned, and settle down in a _pension_. Two or three of the girls
+live there, and they report well of it. I also made friends while
+crossing with a girl who was being consigned there."
+
+He asked whether she had had a good crossing, and whether she were a
+good sailor. Miss Brooke replied that the weather had been perfect the
+whole way and she had enjoyed herself, and she proceeded to entertain
+him by relating incidents of the passage. Meanwhile the little
+restaurant had filled, and was nearly empty again. They rose at last and
+settled their _additions_. Paul then noticed that Miss Brooke had her
+painting materials with her, and insisted on carrying them so far as her
+school. They stepped out into the sunshine, and became aware how fine a
+day it was.
+
+"The afternoon almost tempts me to cut the Beaux Arts," said Paul.
+
+"By the way, how are you getting on there?" asked Miss Brooke.
+
+He was only too eager to tell her of his progress, and to discuss his
+chances of a medal. He also gave her an account of the new friends he
+had made--he liked the American "boys" very much, was indebted to them
+for endless kindnesses.
+
+"Why didn't you look up Charlie?" she asked suddenly.
+
+"How could I?" he asked, annoyed at the mention of the man's name,
+reminding him, as it did, of the apparent and inexplicable intimacy
+between the two, and also telling him they must already have seen each
+other.
+
+"You could easily have found him if you had inquired among the boys. He
+lives in his studio and he has scarcely left it the whole time I've been
+away. By the way, you remember Katharine, don't you? She's married
+again. To her editor this time. This is my school."
+
+They came to a standstill and faced each other to say "good-bye."
+
+"I scarcely feel like working this afternoon," observed Miss Brooke. "My
+laziness really overpowers my ambition. Did you not say something
+before, Mr. Middleton, about your being tempted to cut the Beaux Arts?
+Do be nice and yield to that temptation. I want to give way to mine so
+badly, but being a woman I daren't do anything unless somebody else is
+doing it at the same time."
+
+Paul's fibres of resistance did not relax gradually; they collapsed all
+at once.
+
+"Well," he laughed. "I've been so good all along, I think I've earned
+the right to play truant for once."
+
+"Mr. Middleton! That's bringing morality into it again, and I wanted to
+indulge in undiluted wickedness. You have to carry my box as I'm
+sufficiently occupied in holding up my skirts. I'll give you some tea
+afterwards as a reward."
+
+They strolled slowly in the sunshine, making for the river and crossing
+by the Pont des Arts; and passed through the Jardins des Tuileries,
+where the freshness of the greens, and the playing fountains, and the
+leafy trees, and the pretty children, and the odour of lilac proclaimed
+the spring. They sauntered across the Place de la Concorde and into the
+shady avenues of the Champs Elysées, where huge spots of sunlight
+freckled the ground; talking the while of the life of the city, of the
+foreign elements, of the Old and New Salons. Miss Brooke explained how
+her own day was spent. Seven o'clock in the morning found her punctually
+at school, and she worked two hours before taking her _café au lait_,
+afterwards continuing till midday. In the afternoon she usually copied
+and studied at the Louvre or Luxembourg. Such had been the routine of
+her work before, and she had had no difficulty in falling into it again.
+She could not hope to exhibit even next year, as she could neither
+afford a studio nor the expense of models. At the present she was living
+with some friends at their _appartement_ in the Avenue de Wagram. After
+their departure at the end of May she would enter into the _pension_,
+which was within a stone's throw of her school.
+
+Paul, eagerly listening to all these details, was only conscious in a
+far-off way of the eternal roll of smart carriages in the roadway, or of
+the multitude of children playing under the trees in charge of _bonnes_,
+whilst the mammas sat about on chairs, chatting, or with books or
+needlework. Onward the pair strolled past the Arc de Triomphe and down
+the great Avenue into the Bois de Boulogne, only stopping to rest by the
+laughing lake. Here the appeal of the water and the moored boats soon
+became irresistible. They fleeted the remainder of the afternoon
+ideally, till Miss Brooke announced it was time to repair to the Avenue
+de Wagram. Paul was afraid of her friends--he was scarcely presentable.
+
+"Be calm, my friend," she reassured him. "We shall have a nice little
+tea all to ourselves. The others have gone to Versailles and are only
+coming back in time to dine. We dine _chez nous_, as we have a _bonne_
+who cooks. Of course I can't be in to _déjeuner_, as the distance is too
+great from my school. You must come one evening and I'll present you."
+
+He thanked her for the suggestion, glad to welcome every arrangement
+that promised in any way to throw their lives together, for he had been
+not a little afraid he might not after all have the opportunity of
+seeing very much of her.
+
+As Miss Brooke made the tea in the pretty drawing room of the cosy flat,
+Paul began to realise with surprise how much progress their friendship
+had made in that one day. His dream had turned out true! He was so happy
+that the consciousness of all but the moment faded from him. London, his
+mother, Celia, and even chess were for the time absolutely non-existent.
+"Charlie," too, was forgotten, as the obnoxious name had not again
+dropped from Miss Brooke's lips.
+
+He took his leave at last, filled with joy by Miss Brooke's promise to
+run in on the morrow to _déjeuner_ at the same little restaurant. But as
+he turned from the broad stairway into the hall, he almost collided in
+his pre-occupation with a tall well-dressed man. Both murmured
+"_Pardon!_" and pursued their ways. Paul had seen the other's face, but
+he had taken several steps forward before the features sank into his
+brain, and he realised with a great shock they were those of "Charlie."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+
+HOWEVER, Miss Brooke said nothing to him about Charlie in the days that
+followed, though he saw her often. Without it being specially mentioned
+again, it was somehow understood they were, for the present, to meet at
+mid-day at the little restaurant, and, moreover, she allowed him to take
+her several times to the two Salons. He might easily have dragged in
+references to Pemberton, but he felt it would not be right to do so for
+the mere purpose of discovering what it would have been an impertinence
+to demand outright.
+
+And the more his _camaraderie_ with Miss Brooke became an established
+fact, the more did this question of Charlie disturb him. He had
+discovered by this time that a harmless friendship between a man and a
+girl was by no means unusual among the students and was not necessarily
+assumed to imply matrimonial intentions. He knew, moreover, that such
+friendships grew rapidly on this soil where the English-speaking
+students gravitated together during the years of their voluntary exile.
+But, if this thought pacified him as to Miss Brooke and Charlie, the
+very pacification carried with it a sting. For it led to the further
+tormenting suspicion that Miss Brooke did not take the relationship
+between her and himself as seriously as he would have liked her to. Her
+conduct and bearing towards him were all he could wish, yet he seemed to
+feel behind them a stern limit to the intimacy, a barrier, as it were,
+that might bear on its face: "I am put here by way of giving you a
+reminder you are not to make any mistakes as to the extent of your
+rights over this property."
+
+Sometimes, indeed, in envisaging the position, he came to the conclusion
+that this was entirely due to his own imagination and that he might
+safely ask her to share his life. But at that point uncertainty would
+rise again, warning him that to make any such impulsive proposition just
+then might be to jeopardise the future of his romance. The remembrance
+of the distress caused him by his effort to determine the precise degree
+of Celia's claim on him by reason of his having engaged her for five
+dances in the same evening intruded in grotesque contrast now that he
+was endeavouring to determine the precise degree of his claim on Miss
+Brooke.
+
+Despite these prickings, and despite Charlie, sweetness predominated in
+his life. He felt untrammelled and unwatched over, recalling with a
+shudder the old strands that had tethered him. Though he wrote regularly
+to his mother, whom he had seen twice last autumn, on her way southward
+and on her return, all reference to Miss Brooke was excluded from his
+letters. He would not discuss his relation to her with anybody else,
+foreseeing that would only lead to a deal of useless and perhaps endless
+talk.
+
+After Miss Brooke had moved to the _pension_, where she had arranged to
+take all her meals, he no longer saw her every day. But it was
+understood he could take his chance of finding her at home whenever he
+chose to call in the evenings. She generally received him in her little
+oblong sitting-room on the second floor, that opened out on a pleasant
+balcony, overlooking the street. He soon grew to love this room, to the
+decorations of which she had added a huge Japanese umbrella, which hung
+from the ceiling, and two Japanese lights, and a piece of Oriental
+tapestry, besides her personal nicknacks. Paul's usual lounging-place,
+whilst Miss Brooke gave him his after-dinner coffee, was an old
+cretonne-covered ottoman, on which a broken spring made a curious hump,
+and over his head were suspended some book-shelves. Now and again he
+would find other callers, of both sexes, for Miss Brooke was "at home"
+once a week to all her friends. Of course, Paul did not abuse his
+privilege, but firmly restricted the number of his visits. Occasionally,
+too, he had the happiness of taking her to dine at some one or other of
+the great cafés on the Grands Boulevards, and they would stroll back
+together along the river bank, enchanted by the wonderful nocturnes. On
+Sunday sometimes, they would make an excursion beyond the
+fortifications to some rural spot, she taking her paint-box and
+sketching lazily whilst they talked; and if, on rare afternoons, he left
+his work, and looked in at the Luxembourg to find her deftly plying her
+brush in her big blue coarse linen apron, with its capacious pockets,
+she seemed by no means displeased.
+
+Every legitimate topic was talked over between them. He had long since
+exhausted the theme of his own life, that is, he had told it so far as
+he cared to tell it. Celia, for one thing, did not appear in it, and
+there were one or two little matters he was especially careful to
+suppress. He felt vaguely saint-like, when, in the course of this
+judicious selection from his biography, he arrived at his slumming
+experiences, and hinted at his charities, which were being continued
+during his absence. Miss Brooke repaid the confidence in kind, enabling
+him, by her various reminiscences, to reconstruct a fairly continuous
+account of her existence, which, it never struck him, might also be
+selected.
+
+They drifted, too, into the realm of ideas, exchanging their notions
+on--among other things--love and platonic friendship. They discussed the
+last-mentioned phenomenon in great detail, Paul, aflame with
+self-consciousness, but quite unable to pierce beneath the sphinx-like
+demeanour with which Miss Brooke made her impartial and freezingly
+impersonal statements. From ideas they passed on to the consideration of
+conduct and how it should be determined under divers subtle conditions.
+
+"Yes, but don't you really think that one _ought_ to listen to such an
+appeal _if_....," she would gravely interpose with her sweet voice as
+her brush made sensuous strokes on the canvas. And Paul became more and
+more impressed with the nobility of her soul, and strove likewise--as
+was but natural in the circumstances--to impress her with the nobility
+of his. He usually felt ethically perfect after such conversations, and,
+had the occasion immediately arisen, it would have found him equal to
+acting along the lines of the "ought" laid down by Miss Brooke. He
+imagined that he certainly was receiving endless benefit from this
+threshing out of things with a quick and sympathetic personality.
+
+So ran by a couple of months, "Charlie" continuing to be the chief cause
+of disturbance in Paul's existence. The two men had by now met several
+times at Miss Brooke's, had saluted civilly, but had little to say to
+each other. Paul felt sure his hatred was returned, and neither showed
+the least disposition to become better acquainted. Neither asked the
+other to dine or drink, or play billiards, or even to walk with him,
+and if rarely they passed in the street a nod was all they exchanged.
+The lines of their lives occasionally met in a point, but never ran
+together.
+
+The enmity between them only became irksome when no others were present,
+but never did Miss Brooke herself manifest the least suspicion of it.
+Whatever the relation between Miss Brooke and Pemberton, it never seemed
+to interfere in practice with the relation between Miss Brooke and
+himself. She alluded to "Charlie" in her talk much more freely than
+heretofore, but always apropos, always impersonally, just as she might
+casually mention Katharine, who was so happy now. Charlie had such and
+such a habit, such and such a way of looking at things, such and such
+ideas of art.
+
+But Paul's jealousy grew till he became well-nigh intolerable to
+himself. It made him resort to underhand watchings, from the mere
+thought of which, in saner moments, he shrank with shame and remorse.
+But he had thus ascertained that Charlie was, if anything, a more
+frequent visitor than himself, and had less scruples in the matter of
+standing on ceremony.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+
+ONE night Paul was at the Opera when he caught sight of Miss Brooke and
+Pemberton with her. His evening was spoilt and he left at once. He felt
+both angry and hurt, for he had seen her for a few minutes in the
+afternoon, and she had said nothing about her plans for the evening
+beyond warning him it was highly probable she might not be at home.
+
+The climax had come. He was determined that things should not continue
+as they were. If Miss Brooke simply regarded their connection as a mere
+students' companionship, agreeable to both parties but strictly
+temporary, then he must end it immediately. Miss Brooke must at once be
+made aware of what this friendship meant to him. What he had so far
+deemed inexpedient seemed to him the only expediency--to stake all on
+one coup.
+
+In the stress of the crisis the prejudices that were his by inheritance
+and teaching, and that his new life had caused to slumber, asserted
+themselves again, crying aloud against these friendships. Miss Brooke
+ought never to have expected him to be proof against that sort of thing,
+of which he had never had experience. Pemberton might be able and
+content to flutter round without hurt, but he himself had been a lost
+man from the beginning.
+
+It soothed him to map out the future as he wished it to be, and all
+seemed so natural and reasonable that, if she cared for him in the
+least, she could not but admit his views on every point. He felt himself
+filled with an infinite longing, an infinite tenderness. He would
+surround her with his love so that escape from it should be impossible.
+It should permeate every fibre of her being, and she should in the end
+come to him and give up everything to fulfil the duties of a wife,
+presiding over his household, absorbing herself in his career, and
+giving all her thought to the unity their two lives would constitute. Of
+course, she could paint in such time as was left to her, and any glory
+she might achieve would redound to the credit of his name. Still when a
+woman had once become a wife, he argued, her ambition generally faded.
+Wifehood was absorbing. Greater glory than that of being a perfect wife
+there could not be.
+
+A few days later, when his emotion had somewhat calmed down, and he
+could trust himself sufficiently to see her, he called at the _pension_,
+but, as had happened occasionally from the beginning, he did not find
+her at home. So the next morning he sent her a great heterogeneous mass
+of flowers with the half-jesting, half-reproachful hope they might meet
+with better fortune than he. Whereupon he immediately received a letter
+explaining she had passed the previous evening with some very nice
+people in the Avenue Kléber, and announcing her intention of taking him
+there on the morrow. Would he dine early and call for her? She thanked
+him for the flowers in a postscript, saying they had transformed her
+room into a veritable bower.
+
+At the time appointed he climbed the well-known two flights of stairs
+and the _bonne_ showed him into the little room, saying _mademoiselle_
+would join him "in a little minute." Several big minutes passed, and
+then the door-hanging was pushed aside and Miss Brooke stood smiling at
+him. She had always appealed to his ęsthetic side, giving him the sense
+of contemplating an exquisite piece of art-work; but the particular
+impression he had to-night differed from all previous ones. Her figure
+seemed slenderer in its black net evening dress, covered with bead-work
+that glistened with a wonderful shading of green into blue and blue into
+green. Above the turquoise-blue velvet trimming of the bodice, her long
+neck made a dazzling whiteness, and her face looked pink and babyish,
+whilst her curls lay about with just a shade more severity than usual.
+She wore a necklace of turquoises set in antique gold, and in her hair
+was a big gold comb inset with the same stones, irregularly cut. The
+note of colour thus given made her blue eyes appear like two large
+jewels amid the constellation. Paul told himself he had never realised
+before _how_ beautiful those eyes were. The lightly-parted lips
+intensified the babyishness, so that she ceased to be the independent,
+self-willed girl, fitting in rather with that other conception he had
+lingered on as the ideal she might develop into as his wife--a woman
+clinging to her husband and glad of his strength.
+
+He was sure he saw her now as she really was. The conditions of her life
+were alone to blame for forcing on her the necessity of a career.
+Woman's true sphere was the home. An outside existence subjected to
+hardening influences a delicate soul whose very nature was to thirst for
+tender nurture and love. Such had always been his mother's conviction;
+such was his fervent belief. The association of Miss Brooke with
+money-earning seemed an ugly blot on the universe.
+
+There seemed, too, a tenderer, more intimate quality in her voice, and a
+sort of clinging in her touch as she went down the stairway with her
+hand on his arm. That forbidding barrier of which he had always been
+conscious had vanished!
+
+"It's the McCook's last 'At-Home,'" she explained, as the _voiture_
+began to move. "They are such nice people--I'm sure you'll like them.
+Dora's an old college chum of mine, and she's asked me to stay with her
+to-night. Dora and I chat such a deal when we get together, and we
+always enjoy sitting up nice and quiet by ourselves after everybody else
+has gone. I told her you would escort me home, but she seemed quite
+shocked at the idea. As if you haven't escorted me back from the
+theatre! Dora has become quite conventional since her marriage. She used
+to argue with her mother and do pretty well as she liked not so very
+long ago. Now I believe her mother shocks her sometimes. She's leaving
+with her husband in a few days for Perros-Guirec, and they're going to
+take me with them."
+
+Her words rang with a childlike joy. He asked where Perros-Guirec was in
+a voice that was somewhat desolate at the prospect of losing her.
+
+"It's in Brittany--a whole day's journey from Paris. I was there two
+years ago, and sketched most of the time. Everybody is thinking of
+leaving now, the heat will soon be getting unbearable. The Grand Prix
+has been run, the Battle of Flowers has been fought, and the Allée de
+Longchamps is deserted. All the smart people are in _villégiature_. How
+nice is the evening after the sultry day!"
+
+They were passing through the Boulevard St. Germain. Miss Brooke was
+sitting just close enough to Paul for them to touch with the swaying of
+the carriage. He felt singularly happy. The hushed sounds of the city
+over which the dusk hung mystic came to him like a soft sustained tone
+of music; its lights gleamed in upon them with magic rays. He was
+conscious of the great dark masses of palaces, of shadowy pedestrians
+moving noiselessly on the side-paths. No fever in the air now, only a
+far-reaching calm.
+
+"The night makes one almost sorry to leave Paris," resumed Miss Brooke.
+Her voice made the harmonies sweeter, blending them all into one perfect
+harmony.
+
+"But the breezes, and the woods, and the rye-fields, and the farm-houses
+with their delicious old oak presses, and the kind-hearted people, and
+the quaint children who love to watch you sketch and see you squeeze the
+paint out of the tubes--the memory of all these things draws you back to
+them. I long for Brittany almost as much as I once longed to leave
+everything and everybody and be just myself--and by myself. It seems so
+long ago now."
+
+She had almost unconsciously moved closer to him now.
+
+"Won't you tell me when that was--Lisa?"
+
+It was the first time he had dared to call her by this name. In his
+longing to utter it in articulate speech it had rushed to the tip of his
+tongue.
+
+"It was three years ago--before I came here. Every place had
+associations that hurt me. I wanted to get away--to work, work, work. I
+seemed to hate everybody. So I came here, and for months I thought I was
+as hard as a stone. Then one day I found myself angry with a girl--a
+fellow-student--and I was quite surprised to find I could feel at all.
+And then I was suddenly glad I was a human being again."
+
+Her voice melted away into the vast murmur of the soft-twinkling city.
+Beyond the fact that he was selfishly glad she had had trouble--it
+afforded him the exquisite pleasure of sympathy--there was no active
+thought in him now, no estimation of the position. His soul alone
+dominated; it had been moved to responsiveness and it now wrought out
+its mood, subtly surrounding her, he felt, with its comfort.
+
+They crossed the mysterious, glistening river, and came upon the myriad
+flame-points of the Place de la Concorde. They turned into the Champs
+Elysées betwixt woods enchanted by the sorcerer Night; catching glimpses
+of palaces of light amid the trees whence melody came floating, mingled
+with the incense of the summer.
+
+"Won't you tell me, Lisa--that is, if you think you can trust me."
+
+It was sweet to exercise the privilege of calling her "Lisa." He felt it
+was his for always now.
+
+"I know I can trust you, Paul. Would you really care to hear? Of course
+you would," she continued quickly, giving him no time to reply. "What a
+silly question for me to ask! Still there is little to tell! I loved a
+man. We were to be married. His mind was poisoned against me by an
+enemy. He was harsh and unjust. A few words sum all up. He is married to
+another. A commonplace chapter, is it not? But to have lived through
+it--to have lived through it!"
+
+He grew dazed and white. "To have lived through it!" Those simple words
+seemed to his comprehending mood athrob with the sobbing of great grief.
+
+"But you do not love him now?" he breathed.
+
+"No, no! All is over now. But I brooded and brooded and thought--the
+experience made me a woman. Life is a serious thing to me now. I feel
+better and stronger for what I have suffered. But the memory remains."
+
+"You have nothing to reproach yourself with, Lisa. Surely there are
+happier memories in store for you. It is for you but to shape the
+future."
+
+He longed for her impulsive "How?" and had his answer ready. It seemed a
+strange thing, but this confession of a past love, this telling of a
+great sorrow in her life, had wrought a spell upon him. His eyes were
+full of tears. In that moment his love for her seemed to have increased
+a thousandfold. The surprise with which the revelation had overwhelmed
+him was lost in the rush of pity. She had suffered, and by his love he
+would make everything up to her.
+
+But now there came a sudden change, slight in its outward manifestation,
+but felt by him like a chill blast, for his soul vibrated to hers,
+registering every subtle shade of her mood. She did not speak
+immediately, and he knew that moment of silence was fatal.
+
+They had passed the round point of the Champs Elysées, and the woods and
+gardens had ended. Only the giant _hōtels_ rose on either hand. There
+seemed more carriages darting about now, a greater movement of life, a
+general sense of disenchantment in the air, of an awakening from a dream
+to the clattering reality of things. Paul realised that the spell was
+broken.
+
+Miss Brooke had turned her head for a moment to look through the window.
+
+"We shall be there in two or three minutes now," she said, as a sort of
+natural outcome of her ascertaining their exact whereabouts. "I am
+afraid I must rather have depressed you. It is scarcely courteous to our
+hostess for us to arrive in so gloomy a mood."
+
+She gave a little laugh which set his every nerve a-tingle, so certainly
+did its ring lack the appealing quality that had brought him so close
+to her. It seemed to thrust him back abruptly and brutally.
+
+"Tell me, Paul, haven't you ever had any love affairs?" she went on to
+ask, and there was a suspicion of banter in her tone. "I've told you all
+about my tragedy, now tell me about yours or all yours. I know we've
+told each other all our lives before, but of course we both bowdlerized.
+The most interesting parts have yet to be told."
+
+As she had asked him a direct question he felt constrained to answer it.
+He found himself considering whether his relation to Celia need count as
+a love affair, but he was so convinced he had never been in love with
+her at all that he decided he could leave her out without doing violence
+to his conscience. Altogether there had been in his life two very minor
+and foolish amourettes that might have became entanglements; one with a
+barmaid when he was in the lawyer's office, some of the clerks having
+persuaded him the girl "was gone on him," the other with a simple maiden
+of sixteen, the daughter of a market gardener, which idyll had proceeded
+at his father's country seat. Paul told the latter--it was a boyish
+passion that had come to nothing and stood for nothing in his life; the
+former he was ashamed of. "I proposed to her and gave her a mortal
+fright. She was so scared she ran away. We were both shamefaced when we
+met again, and my spurt of pluck was at an end. I dared not say another
+word to her, and somehow we drifted out of being sweethearts. I was
+barely nineteen at the time."
+
+Miss Brooke laughed again heartily, but Paul only felt the gloomier.
+
+"Tell me some more, please. You put me into quite a cheerful humour.
+What was your next love affair?"
+
+She had resumed her old militant badinage.
+
+"There is nothing more in my biography that is likely to entertain you,"
+he answered evasively.
+
+"Is it so bad as that, Paul? I think you might tell me all the same. I'm
+not easily shocked."
+
+"You mistake me. I have told you all," he replied, driven to the lie
+direct.
+
+"Come, come, Mr. Paul. In a woman one might expect such a want of
+candour. But suppose I tell you _my_ other affairs--will that encourage
+you to tell me yours? Is it a bargain?"
+
+"Your other affairs?" he repeated.
+
+"Did you imagine I've had only one in my life? That's paying me a very
+poor compliment. This is our destination."
+
+"Why do you tease me, Lisa?" he asked, as they descended. He was
+relieved that the drive had come to an end. It had been a trying time
+for him. He wondered what it was all coming to? Just when the critical
+moment had come she had practically inhibited him from speaking. She was
+a strange, baffling girl, and he was helpless in her hands.
+
+"I'm not teasing you, I simply want to finish my confessions. You must
+dance three dances with me, and talk to me a lot after. Perhaps I shall
+succeed in softening you and then you'll be more tractable. We dance
+till midnight. After that we sup and converse till dawn. It seems there
+are special complications and permissions for dancing and music in the
+small hours, as one's neighbours above and below are apt to want to
+sleep just then. Dora shirked the bother, especially as her French is so
+weak and her husband's worse."
+
+They went up the stairway and were warmly welcomed by Mrs. McCook. It
+was a pleasant gathering of nice-looking men and pretty girls, but Paul
+was only half alive to it. To him it was scarcely more than a mere
+background for the further development of his drama. So far he took
+these further love-affairs of Miss Brooke as the purest make-believe,
+but all the same he was curiously uneasy and anxious to hear what she
+had in mind to tell him.
+
+When he could talk to her again, he could discover no trace in her
+manner of her having lived through with him a supreme emotional moment.
+The softness that had given him a glimpse of infinite love, and which he
+had perhaps hoped might reveal itself again, was absent; in its place
+the old niceness and the frank friendliness of comradeship, and with
+them the old warning to him to stand back. She proceeded to give him
+the promised account of her various lovers in a light, mocking mood.
+
+"I began very early, much earlier than your simple country maiden. My
+memories of childhood are rather hazy, but I should say I must have had
+a lover before I was out of my cradle. But I was thirteen before my
+heart was really moved. Since then I have been in love with so many men
+that I really can't remember half of them. However, I'll try and pick
+out those that affected me most seriously at the time. The first one was
+really a very nice schoolboy. His idea of love-making was to feed me
+incessantly with candy, which he did for a whole year till I fell a
+victim to the charms of another boy. The two fought. Both emerged from
+the combat with black eyes, which rather spoilt their beauty, and
+therefore killed my interest in them. It required quite an heroic
+effort, though, to refuse their offerings."
+
+"And was this method of love-making as satisfying to them as it was to
+you?" asked Paul, beginning to be confirmed in his supposition that Miss
+Brooke was joking.
+
+"Oh, we used to have clandestine meetings and we used to kiss, of
+course. That made me rather tired of them. They wanted to be kissing the
+whole time."
+
+Paul had a momentary vertigo, though he professed by his manner to be
+listening in the same spirit as Miss Brooke narrated.
+
+"The first one was always a nice boy even when he grew up and was always
+ready to fall in love with me again. But one fine day he got engaged,
+wrote to tell me about it, and asked me to congratulate him. He married.
+That finishes with him.
+
+"The next interesting one was a college man. I was about sixteen then
+and at the height of my musical ambition. He was musical, too, in fact
+quite an enthusiast. He used to pilot me about to concerts and send me
+tickets for the opera. Besides I was struggling then with Latin, Greek,
+and Conic Sections, and he used to help me polish off things--for
+selfish reasons, of course."
+
+"And used you to kiss this time as well?" he asked, no longer
+questioning that he was hearing her personal history.
+
+"Only at very sentimental moments," she replied, apparently overlooking
+the mockery in his voice. "I was older and a greater expert in emotions.
+One's first experiments are necessarily crude. But, to proceed, my
+cavalier lost his head one day and wanted me to marry him at once, which
+was rather absurd. So I had to give him his _congé_ and accept the
+attentions of a less violent lover. I had always a reserve to draw upon,
+but so long as a man behaved nicely and didn't get altogether
+unreasonable, I let it accumulate. My musical friend, however, gave me
+some trouble. We had several stormy interviews, and at last I had
+positively to refuse to see him. One fine day he, too, got engaged and
+wrote to me asking me to congratulate him. I know he was divorced some
+time since, but I've completely lost sight of him."
+
+At this moment Miss Brooke was led away to dance, but was able to join
+him again before very long.
+
+"The next----" were her first words, in a mock-solemn, long-drawn-out
+tone, as she took his arm and then she broke into laughter. "The next
+was a tall Southerner with nice manners, a soft voice, and a pretty way
+of calling me 'ma'am.' He, too, was musical--naturally, I preferred
+musical lovers then. The Colonel, as everybody called him, literally
+worshipped me, but he was as poor as a church mouse, and I used to
+think myself very noble to be satisfied to get stuck with him in back
+seats at concert-halls. He went back South after graduating, swearing
+he'd never forget me; but, as soon as he'd made his fortune, he was
+coming back to marry me. I thought that if the illusion would help him
+to make his fortune, he might as well keep it. In any case I should have
+given him cause to be grateful to me. He wrote to me half-a-dozen times,
+then there was a break of some months; and, when I had almost forgotten
+him, one fine day I got a letter from him."
+
+"Announcing his engagement and asking you to congratulate him," said
+Paul, with bitterness.
+
+"Yes. I think you may take that for granted. It is what they all do. Is
+it any use my telling you more? I'm beginning to think the recital is
+getting monotonous. And then there are some coming along and I can't
+remember the exact order, which came before which."
+
+She seemed to hurry over her last words as though impatient to be done,
+and wearied and bored by the memory of all these dallyings with
+sentiment. The mocking merriment appeared also to have died out of her
+face and voice. She gazed idly at the dancers who, in the restricted
+space, almost constantly brushed up against them as they stood pressed
+close to the wall. Paul wondered if he were looking haggard. The air of
+careless merriment he had at first forced himself to assume had given
+way, as he listened, to a sort of nervous apathy. The one great passion
+of hers she had confided to him had drawn him closer to her by its
+intrinsic dignity. It had appealed to his finer nature, stirring it to
+its very depths. But these later revelations of hers revolted him by
+their very pettiness. What had her parents been at that such a girl had
+been allowed to run wild in that fashion? It was monstrous she had not
+been supervised and prevented from stooping to these foolish and
+frivolous relations with foolish and frivolous men--men she had allowed
+to kiss her lips!
+
+The pang that tore him at the image revealed to him how powerless he
+was. He glanced at her again as she stood at his side. There was a
+half-sad expression now on her face, which had resumed all its
+babyishness again. The lock of hair near her ear lay about in a dainty
+twist. Her lips showed innocent and red. To kiss them _he_ would lay
+down his life!
+
+He was shaken; he wanted to sob aloud. But he was at a festive
+gathering. Round, round, up and down the room went the dancers,
+shuffling forward with their rapid glide, the men bending their long,
+supple bodies, the flowing curves of the women's dresses imparting a
+greater grace to the movement. The whole scene was dreamy to him. His
+inner thought was the only reality.
+
+Why had she told him, why had she told him? he moaned within himself.
+Then as he saw a new softness appear in her face, a gleam of comfort
+came to him. Perhaps it had been from motives of conscience and she
+really repented all; perhaps, too, she had thought it right to tell him
+everything before allowing him to ask her to be his.
+
+He would overlook all those episodes if only she would be his. If even
+they had been more serious, if even she had been a dishonoured woman, he
+knew now he would have had no strength not to condone. If any one had
+told him a year ago that he--Paul--would one day be both willing and
+eager to make such concessions as regards the past of a woman he
+contemplated making his wife, he would have denied the statement
+indignantly as a libel on himself.
+
+She turned suddenly, and their looks met. Her face lighted up with a
+smile. "Come, Paul, it's your turn now?"
+
+"My turn!" he echoed, her words for the moment startlingly sounding like
+an invitation to take his place in the procession of her lovers.
+
+"Yes," she said. "Who was your sweetheart after the gardener's
+daughter?"
+
+He denied any further love, though hating to tell the lie. But Miss
+Brooke persisted, entreating, provoking, urging, coaxing, pouting;
+subtly transforming herself into the child with its lovable moods and
+movements; enslaving him, rendering him powerless at her will, with this
+one strange exception--he could be strong enough to withhold from her
+the episode he was ashamed of.
+
+"Paul, Paul," she said sternly. "Tell the truth. Are you not in love
+now?"
+
+He scarcely dared look at her. He was conscious of that lock again and
+of another on her forehead.
+
+"Silence betrays. Did you come to Paris for the sake of your
+architecture or to be near me?"
+
+"To be near you, Lisa," he breathed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+
+ALTHOUGH the thought of Lisa's old flirtations obtruded and pricked
+occasionally, Paul went about the next morning in a state of subdued
+happiness. A wonderful calm had come over him, disturbed only at the
+moments when he had to thrust from him those images of other men kissing
+Lisa's lips. Those meaningless loves had been long dead, he argued, and,
+since she had made the confession voluntarily at the risk of estranging
+his love, it would be unfair to her for him to dwell upon them now.
+
+At the same time he could never have conceived the possibility of such a
+line of argument on his part in the days before he had met Miss Brooke.
+Love had, indeed, set at naught all the principles he had thought to
+abide by--had made him yield his demand for that absolute soul-virginity
+he had deemed the very basis of his choice.
+
+But away with all that now! Her love for him was, of a surety, the first
+that had come into her life since her great sorrow. As for Pemberton,
+there had never been the slightest sentiment between her and him. No
+doubt the fellow would now take a suitable place in the background of
+their life, and they would welcome him as an acquaintance. Why should he
+bear the man animosity?
+
+He could not do any work that morning, but strolled hither and thither,
+getting joyous impressions from the sun-lit city. Lisa had not only
+promised to dine in the evening at the Café Pousset and afterwards to go
+with him to see a melodrama at the Ambigu, most of the other theatres
+having closed their doors, but she had given him permission to take his
+holiday at Perros-Guirec during the whole two months of her stay there,
+so that he would be virtually one of the party. The immediate outlook
+was, therefore, very agreeable.
+
+He returned to the _maison meublée_ where his quarters were, immediately
+after his mid-day meal, and passed the afternoon packing away his
+luggage, which occupation gave him the pleasurable feeling that his
+preparations for the happy time to come were in full swing. He sang and
+whistled as he worked, his overflowing vigour manifesting itself in the
+bold ornamental letters with which he made out the labels for his
+trunks: "Middleton, Paris ą Perros-Guirec." At half-past five he began
+to think of taking a stroll before dinner, and was on the point of doing
+so when the _concierge_ brought him up a letter with the characteristic
+explanation that it had come in the morning, shortly after monsieur had
+gone out, and that he had forgotten about it as monsieur passed by
+before.
+
+Paul recognised his mother's writing, and stayed to read it. At first it
+did not seem to contain anything of special importance, covering much
+the same ground as many of its predecessors, and dealing with one or two
+business matters. On the third page came a reproach that he had allowed
+three weeks go by without writing.
+
+"I can understand," continued his mother, "that all those hours of
+engrossing work every day must leave you quite fatigued, my poor child.
+But surely I am very reasonable in my demands, and one letter a week is
+not such a very heavy tax on you. Are you sure you are not overworking
+yourself, dear Paul? You were always a delicate child, and you are
+certainly not strong enough to go on living in a French hotel, with
+only strangers to look after you. Don't you think you ought to take a
+long holiday now? I am going to take Celia to Dieppe--it has all been
+decided and arranged to-day. The poor child has been worried and
+fretting and poorly for a long time past, and sadly needs this entire
+change of scene. Now suppose, dear Paul, you come and join us at Dieppe.
+You will be near to me, and I can look after you again, if only for a
+couple of months. We shall be starting the day after to-morrow, and we
+shall be staying at the Hōtel de Paris. Write to me, dear Paul, direct
+there, or, better still, come down and surprise us. Celia, I am sure,
+will be _delighted_ to see you. I never understood what happened between
+you two exactly. You said 'good-bye' so stiffly that I made sure you had
+quarrelled, though Celia assures me that was not so. She is a dear,
+good girl, and I love her as if she were my own daughter."
+
+Of course he couldn't go. What a bother to have to refuse! Why had they
+just fixed on Dieppe when they might have gone to Norway or taken a
+jaunt up to Scotland! And then, too, confound it! they might even make a
+descent upon him at Perros-Guirec, for he would have to tell his mother
+that was the place where he had already arranged to spend his holiday
+with friends. He must discuss the matter with Lisa before replying to
+her or telling her of his intended marriage.
+
+But he had scarcely time to digest the letter before the man brought him
+up another which the postman had just left. This time the writing was
+Lisa's. What could she have to write to him about if it were not to
+postpone the evening's engagement? His nervous fingers tore at the
+envelope.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--Please don't come for me this
+          evening, and, indeed, you must never come for me
+          again. In writing this I am acting the part of a
+          very good friend to you, and it is as a very good
+          friend I should like you to remember me, as I
+          shall always remember you.--Yours sincerely,
+
+                                          "ELIZABETH BROOKE."
+
+So all was over! Behind the simplicity of the words he perceived a
+terrible inexorableness. If only she had signed "Lisa," it would not
+have crushed him so much; but the "Elizabeth Brooke" was paralyzing.
+
+When his hand was steady enough, he wrote:--
+
+          "DEAR LISA:--Need I say your note has quite
+          stunned me? Won't you give me a word of
+          explanation?               PAUL."
+
+The concierge's boy delivered this at Miss Brooke's _pension_.
+
+He scarcely knew how he got through the night. Every now and again he
+woke up and tossed about; and when he did lose consciousness, he had a
+sense of a grey infinity in which there was a great chasm. He wanted to
+rush to it to close it up, but was held back by some strange power.
+
+The morning's post brought him Miss Brooke's reply.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--I am glad your letter is so sensible
+          and to the point. Of course I owe you an
+          explanation, but I want you not to insist on it,
+          because I fear it will hurt you too much. The pain
+          it would give me I deserve.--Yours,      LISA."
+
+
+
+He found this note infinitely softer than the first and was encouraged
+to write again.
+
+          "DEAR LISA.--I am not strong enough to face the
+          punishment unless I know my sin. The pain of
+          listening to you can be nothing to the pain of
+          this horrible gap in my mind. Won't you let me see
+          you--for the last time? Remember it is only a day
+          since you told me you loved me. Don't refuse.
+                                           PAUL."
+
+To which came the reply by his own messenger.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--Come this evening at eight and you
+          will find me alone.--Yours,
+
+                                                 "LISA."
+
+All day long he nerved himself for the interview. He would rehearse
+nothing, anticipate nothing. When the time came, he would speak straight
+from his heart. Perhaps he might yet move her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+
+MISS BROOKE received him with the same cheery frankness as of yore, gave
+him a quick hand-shake, and installed him in his old place on the
+knobby-springed ottoman beneath the hanging book-shelves. The little
+table was laid, as usual, for after-dinner coffee, and the small copper
+kettle was boiling over a spirit-lamp. She was the first to speak.
+
+"You were right, Paul. I have been thinking a good deal, and I have come
+to agree with you that we ought to have a last talk together. I am
+sensible that I am a thoroughly unscrupulous person--please don't
+contradict me, I mean it in sober earnest--but I am not without my
+redeeming moments, and so it happens I feel I ought to make my apology
+to you before we part. Apology! That is a very weak word to use after my
+immoral behaviour towards you. I mean to talk to you very openly, in
+fact, I am going to confess the whole extent of my misconduct. Only I
+want you to believe that to do so will hurt me if possible even more
+than you. I really do want your sympathy very badly, Paul, although I
+know I don't deserve it."
+
+Her beautiful face was grave, and her voice a shade anxious. In her eyes
+was an expression of sincerity that compelled acceptance.
+
+"I know you will make me understand everything, Lisa," he said.
+
+"You must withhold your judgment till I have finished. I am going to be
+absolutely candid, though I am not sure whether I have ever succeeded
+in telling the truth about things, the whole truth, and nothing but the
+truth, even to myself. One shrinks from laying bare the causes and
+motives of one's thoughts and conduct, even when no other eye is
+looking. But I should feel myself quite vile now if I concealed the
+least thing from you."
+
+"One can over-accentuate the baseness of one's motives as well as cover
+it up," he suggested.
+
+"It is very kind of you, Paul, to try and spare me. But please save up
+your mercy; I warn you I shall be sadly in need of it later on. To come
+to facts now, Paul, I have tried to victimise you from the beginning. I
+have dissembled and told you lies throughout. I have systematically
+acted a part. I have never loved you."
+
+He tried to make some articulation, but not a muscle moved. He sat as
+if turned to stone.
+
+"That first evening we met I knew I had turned your head, and I could
+see at once you were inexperienced with women as surely as if the fact
+had been branded upon you. I had heard somebody point you out and say
+you were worth fifteen thousand pounds a year, and, as afterwards you
+yourself told me you were rich, any doubt I might have had on the point
+was removed. My own poverty had just been painfully brought home to me,
+for I had been forced to leave Paris for want of money at the very
+moment my ambition began to look reasonable. I was feeling particularly
+bitter about it as there was no certainty at all of my being able to
+come back here. Poppa's savings had all gone in starting me with a good
+stock of dresses and keeping me here two years. He had hoped to be able
+to do more for me, but he could only send me my passage-money. Fifteen
+or even ten thousand pounds a year is a great temptation to a poor girl.
+Chance had never yet thrown in my way a really rich suitor, and there
+was I, at the moment of meeting him, almost on the eve of departure,
+with very little money in my pocket and indebted to the kindness of a
+lady for her invitation to stay the month in London. She had taken my
+room for me as she could not accommodate me at her own house. You see
+how poor I was! I set myself puzzling in the coolest possible way as to
+how I could get you. Instinct as well as the ease with which I had
+bewitched you told me there were romantic possibilities in you, of which
+you had scarcely any suspicion and which might easily be played upon.
+And a plan formed at once in my mind in the ultimate success of which I
+had the fullest confidence. To put the idea into your head that we meet
+again here in a year's time was to appeal to your romantic side. That is
+why I mentioned the Beaux Arts to you--your love for architecture made
+my game easy. I was now determined that nothing should stand in the way
+of my returning to Paris, that poppa somehow must raise the necessary
+money--even if he ran into debt. Happily he was able to send me back and
+to see his way clear to keep me going as long as I chose to stay."
+
+Miss Brooke paused a moment and poured out Paul's coffee, which,
+however, he let stand untouched.
+
+"Everything turned out just as I had calculated," she continued, after
+taking a sip at her own. "You had carried me in your mind the whole
+time, and you had been waiting for me and counting on my coming. So far
+I was delighted. For a time all went smoothly. You were mine
+completely. But then an unforeseen force began suddenly to act on the
+position. My old enthusiasm for my work came back, and with it my old
+mad ambitions. Do you know what first gave me those mad ambitions? You
+shall hear in a moment. Anyway, my old intolerance against anything like
+dependence rose up in me. I wanted to make a great name and a great deal
+of money, all by myself. A picture by a great master--we admired it
+together at the salon--had just sold for thirty thousand dollars, and
+that inflamed me. No woman painter has yet existed of absolutely the
+first rank; one and all have been influenced, more or less, by a man. I
+wanted to be the first woman whose work should be absolutely great,
+absolutely original. I wanted the honour for America, for I am proud of
+being an American woman. But you were on the spot, and I had only to
+move my little finger to get you. You were an eternal temptation. Don't
+you think I knew you were jealous of Charlie? He has been in love with
+me ever since I first came here; but, poor devil, he only just manages
+to get along, and is only too glad if he's not behindhand with his
+studio rent. The reason I allowed him to hang round so much was partly
+because he had become a habit of mine, and partly to help me not to be
+tempted to give you too much of my company.
+
+"I really wanted to fight against the temptation of your money, but more
+for my own sake than yours. In the first place I did not love you. And
+in the second, I could read your nature like a book. Your ideas and mine
+would never go together. I wanted a husband who would be content with
+such moments of love as I could spare him out of my career; to whom I
+could go for love when I wanted love; who would be content to live out
+his own life and leave me to work out mine. I do not want to be kept by
+my husband--rather than that I should prefer to keep him. All my rooted
+independence had sprung up as by magic the moment I took up my brush and
+palette again and looked at the model. Your notions were far too
+primitive for me. You would have allowed me to go on with my art as a
+concession--to do credit to your name, perhaps. You would have looked
+upon my pictures as sacred, to be hung in your house and worshipped by
+you before your guests; I should have wanted to sell them, to convert
+them into dollars.
+
+"Do you wonder now I was strong enough to hesitate? I was only too glad
+when Dora said she was going to carry me off to Perros-Guirec. It would
+take me away from you and--temptation. Then you sent me those flowers. I
+was touched. Not by the flowers, but by the train of thought they set
+going. The ghost of my conscience came up, suggesting I should be
+treating you badly, seeing 'you had 'em so bad.' And then you had, say,
+ten thousand pounds a year! That, I suppose, had something to do with
+the rising of the phantom. So I determined to take you to Dora's--of
+course, she replied at once she would be pleased to welcome you--and I
+made up my mind, half to amuse myself, that I would make you propose in
+the cab on the way to her. I could read you through and through, and
+knew your every thought. So far I had kept you at a perceptible
+distance, now it pleased me to draw you close to me, and to see you obey
+without my uttering a single word of command. I told you about my old
+engagement just then because it gave me a sensation of daring. I
+calculated on stirring the romance and chivalry in you still more
+deeply. The experiment was risky--but it succeeded. You responded like a
+good ship to its helm. Then for the first time since I had known you,
+Paul, I suffered remorse--real remorse. Why it came just then I have
+never been able to make out, but all of a sudden I was dreadfully sorry
+for you.
+
+"I saw clearly that even if I _had_ loved you, our lives could never
+harmonise; that after the first honeymoon cooings, the conflict of wills
+and ideas would inevitably set in, and we should both be utterly and
+hopelessly miserable. But I did _not_ love you, and I felt myself in a
+terrible dilemma. You were on the point of speaking, and the only thing
+I could think of to stop you, and to stop you for always, was to tell
+you my early flirtations. I was hoping to play on your prejudices and
+set you against me. I was true to myself then; I was throwing away--how
+many thousands a year?
+
+"But I caused you suffering to no purpose, and, as I realised nothing
+would make you desist, the temptation of all those thousands came upon
+me again. I argued I was the stronger personality of the two, and I
+should be able to manage you--easily. Curious how I accentuated the
+'easily,' and twisted my arguments to suit it. There was little to do--I
+just pulled the wire and the puppet worked. You'll forgive me for
+calling you a puppet, Paul, but you were one, you know.
+
+"Perhaps now you will begin to understand how I felt the next morning. I
+really liked you, Paul, and I had done you so great a wrong from the
+very moment of our first meeting. I had not cried for more than three
+years, Paul, but I cried then. The situation was desperate, and there
+was nothing for it but to apply a desperate remedy.
+
+"I have not told you all. I have purposely kept back something to the
+end. If I had mingled it with the rest it would have been lost, and as
+it is my only claim on your sympathy, I have kept it for use by itself.
+It is unfortunate that even here I have to begin with the confession of
+another lie, but I have already confessed to so many, I am hoping that
+one more won't make me sink any lower in your estimation. Besides, my
+motive in telling it was good. I refer to my old engagement The fact was
+true, but the details I gave you were false. I had intended telling you
+the truth, but somehow it stuck on my lips. I felt I ought never to have
+used so sacred an experience for such a purpose. I _had_ to invent a lie
+as I went on. But I cut it as short as I could.
+
+"I did love the man as, it seemed to me, no woman could have loved a man
+before. He was almost penniless, but I did not mind that. I would have
+married him, and he would not have interfered with my ambitions. He
+would have been content to have me live away from him whilst I worked
+according to my own spirit, and developed the gifts he was the first to
+discover in me. For he was a painter, too; had starved to get a training
+in Europe, had starved while getting it. To help us get a start I was
+content at first to absorb myself in his work. That was a fatal mistake.
+I can scarcely trace out how it came about--and to linger on it makes me
+suffer terribly--but with the lapse of time I ceased to exist for him as
+a creature of flesh and blood. I suddenly realised that I had become a
+mere inspiration to him--it was only the artist in me he worshipped. All
+his heart and soul went into his work--he was no longer a man, but a
+mere mind wielding a brush. I can see him how absorbed before his
+canvas, tall and thin with his scholar's stoop--for Nesbit _was_ a
+scholar! But it had to end at last. I cried bitterly for many a night
+after. I had a letter from him one fine day----"
+
+"Announcing his engagement and asking you to congratulate him?" broke
+from Paul's lips. His eyes were too dry for tears.
+
+"It is the only letter of his I haven't burnt. He is famous now, but the
+first picture he ever sold went to buy my turquoise necklace to match
+the comb I had from my mother. His example was a noble one--the first
+picture I am offered money for shall go to poppa instead. But he would
+never take the gift back, and now I value it as his. It has always given
+me great joy to wear it--in fact, that is my one great joy apart from my
+work."
+
+"You still love him! You have loved him all through!" cried Paul.
+
+Her face softened. "You see I have quite an extraordinary vein of
+sentiment in me. I am not sure whether I am not ashamed of it."
+
+"Tell me, Lisa--if I may still call you Lisa--all those flirtations you
+told me about were true?"
+
+"What a quaint question! You haven't drunk your coffee." He gulped down
+the cold contents of the tiny cup at one draught, for his mouth was
+parched.
+
+"They all happened just as I told you, and I haven't told you a
+quarter."
+
+"And do you mind my asking you another quaint question? Have you and
+Charlie ever kissed?"
+
+"I have always liked to have nice men kiss me. It is a mania with me,
+and I shall go on doing so till the end of the chapter."
+
+"All the same, Lisa, I love you still. Is there no hope for me? I have
+no prejudices. I want you, Lisa, just as you are. Your life shall be
+perfectly free--your career your own."
+
+"You are good, Paul, and I have played with you precisely as a cat
+plays with a mouse. You will have observed I have a good deal of the cat
+in me. Believe me, I am in earnest when I say I am quite unworthy of
+your love----"
+
+"No, Lisa," he began.
+
+"Listen, Paul. I want you to understand how much I love my lost darling.
+If he were to leave his wife and child, now and come to me and say he
+loved me, I would go with him to the end of the earth. No, no, Paul. My
+hope is only in my work. I know I shall realise my ambition. Some day
+you will marry a better woman than I am. And if," she continued, with a
+smile, "you care to write and let me know, be sure I shall congratulate
+you right heartily. Now tell me I have your sympathy, and then let us
+say good-bye."
+
+"I love you, Lisa. Is that not sufficient proof of my sympathy? I shall
+leave Paris to-night."
+
+"Come, Paul, kiss me! For the first time and last!"
+
+He brushed her lips so lightly that he scarce had the consciousness of
+doing so; then he staggered from the room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+
+HE wandered he knew not whither, penetrating into strange, silent
+regions his foot had never trod. At the end of an hour he found he had
+taken a long circuit round, and that he had arrived again at the _hōtel_
+where Lisa lived. He crossed the narrow street, and, standing in the
+shadow, looked up at the window he knew so well. It stood wide open, and
+he could see the white ceiling of the lighted room, with the huge
+Japanese umbrella making a glare of colour against it. In the balcony
+sat two figures full in the light that flooded out. One was Miss Brooke,
+the other a stalwart young man in a Norfolk suit he could not recollect
+having seen before. A vague sound of their cheerful talking came down to
+him.
+
+He turned away with a sigh, and strode rapidly to his lodging. He
+lighted his lamp, and, sinking into a chair, sat looking at his trunks.
+The labels with their bold ornamental lettering--"Middleton, Paris ą
+Perros-Guirec"--stared him mockingly in the face. He averted his eyes,
+instinctively seeking in his pocket for his mother's letter, which he
+had till now forgotten, and was surprised to find it rolled into a ball.
+Smoothing it out, he read it through again.
+
+"Write to me, dear Paul, direct there, or, better still, come down and
+surprise us. Celia, I am sure, will be _delighted_ to see you. I never
+understood what happened between you two exactly. You said 'good-bye' so
+stiffly that I made sure you had quarrelled, though Celia assures me
+that it was not so. She is a dear, good girl, and I love her as if she
+were my own daughter."
+
+And with these words he seemed to read the inevitableness of his fate.
+His rebellion against it was over. He had broken loose from the maternal
+leading-strings, but had made a miserable failure without them. Now he
+would help to fix them on him again.
+
+The millionaire's daughter, the keynote of whose character had struck
+him as a charming, simple frankness, and in pursuit of whom he had set
+out, had proved to be a more complex specimen of womanhood than he could
+have imagined to exist, the very essence of that femininity of which he
+had always had an instinctive distrust. Celia was not brilliant, but she
+was safe--he knew her well enough to be sure of that.
+
+He seized a small brush and inked over the flamboyant "Perros-Guirec,"
+writing over the black strip the word "Dieppe" in the plainest of
+lettering. Then, finishing what little packing there remained to be
+done, he went out to consult a time-table at a neighbouring café, where
+he wrote and posted a note to his professor, and another to the
+_massier_ of his class. He next hailed a cab at the rank, and the
+concierge carried down his trunks. "_Ą la gare St. Lazare!_"
+
+The _cocher_ cracked his whip, and Paul, lost in thought, was only
+vaguely conscious of the streets and boulevards that had become so dear
+to him.
+
+
+THE END.
+
+
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+<p>Title: The Beautiful Miss Brooke</p>
+<p>Author: Louis Zangwill</p>
+<p>Release Date: November 22, 2010  [eBook #34404]</p>
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+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 311px;">
+<img src="images/coverpage.jpg" width="311" height="500" alt="Cover" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h1>THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE</h1>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class='bbox'>
+<h3>SOME PRESS OPINIONS</h3>
+
+<h4>Of "Z. Z.'s" Previous Work.</h4>
+
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Daily Chronicle</i> (London).&mdash;In all modern fiction there is
+no novel which contains a more able and finished
+analysis of character. It is a serious contribution to
+literature.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Echo</i> (London).&mdash;His work reveals a grand dramatic instinct
+There are indeed possibilities of fine work in
+"Z. Z.," and we may anticipate valuable studies of life
+in the immediate future. Mr. Louis Zangwill should
+cut a pretty figure in latter-day fiction.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Academy</i> (London).&mdash;A few masterful novelists like "Z. Z."
+have it in their power to attain to a complete achievement.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Daily Telegraph</i> (London).&mdash;One of the ablest works of
+recent fiction.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Illustrated London News.</i>&mdash;One of the cleverest novels of
+the day.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Graphic</i> (London).&mdash;The new novel by "Z. Z." is a
+tragedy of which the power can not possibly be denied.
+Never for one moment does the author lose his
+grip.</div>
+
+<div class='hang1'><i>Weekly Sun</i> (London).&mdash;He is one of the forces to be
+counted with in contemporary literature. Great qualities
+have gone to the making of his book, and with
+these qualities Mr. Louis Zangwill is bound to travel
+far.</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h1>The Beautiful Miss Brooke<br /><br /></h1>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 86px;">
+<img src="images/swoosh.png" width="86" height="20" alt="Decoration" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class='author'><br /><br /><br />By "Z. Z."</div>
+
+<div class='center'>
+Author of A Drama in Dutch,<br />
+The World and a Man, Etc.<br /><br /><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 97px;">
+<img src="images/emblem.png" width="97" height="111" alt="Emblem" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class='center'><br /><br /><br /><br />
+New York<br />
+D. Appleton and Company<br />
+1897<br />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+
+<div class='copyright'>
+<span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1897,<br />
+<br />
+D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.<br />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE.</h2>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The</span> opening bars of a waltz sounded
+through the house above the irregular murmur
+of conversation, bearing their promise and
+summons along festal corridors and into garlanded
+nooks and alcoves. Paul Middleton
+drew a breath of relief as the girl to whom he
+had been talking was carried off to dance, for
+she had bored him intolerably. The refreshment
+room, crowded a moment ago, was
+thinning down, and, glad of the respite, he
+took another sandwich and slowly sipped the
+remainder of his coffee. His humour was of
+the worst. If his hostess had not been his
+mother's oldest friend, he would never have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+allowed himself to be persuaded to accept her
+invitation after he had once decided to decline
+it. Why had his mother so persisted, when
+she knew very well he was looking forward
+to playing in an important chess match?
+Certainly the evening so far had not compensated
+him for the pleasure he had thus missed.</p>
+
+<p>He had been chafing the whole time, and
+intermittently he had played with the idea of
+slipping out and taking a hansom down to
+the chess club. But he had ticked off five
+dances on Celia's programme&mdash;Celia was of
+course Celia&mdash;and he was to take her to supper.
+Moreover, on his arrival at the small-and-early,
+Mrs. Saxon had led him round&mdash;he
+feeling that his amiable expression made him
+a hypocrite&mdash;and, mechanically repeating his
+request for the pleasure of a dance, he had
+scrawled his name on several programmes
+with scarcely a glance at their owners. It
+was, however, more particularly his engagements<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
+with Celia, and one or two other girls
+he knew well, that had made him stay on.
+Once more he glanced at his watch. It was
+getting well on towards midnight now, and
+the issue of the chess match must already
+have been decided. After some speculation
+as to the winning side, he resigned himself to
+finishing the evening where he was.</p>
+
+<p>At the best of times Paul Middleton's interest
+in the ballroom was only lukewarm. He
+frankly professed not to care about it at all,
+and, though he was in the habit of dancing
+every dance, he looked upon himself more as
+a spectator than a participator on such rare
+occasions as he accepted cards for. He had
+no favourite partners. Into the inner and intimate
+life of that circle of light made for human
+pleasure he could never enter; he had
+always shrunk from exploring its labyrinth of
+flirtation, coquetry, and petty man&oelig;uvring,
+the very thought of the intricacies of which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+affrighted his plain-sailing temperament. To
+him one girl in a ballroom was much the
+same as another&mdash;a green, white, or pink
+gown with sometimes an eye-glass attached.
+He knew very well, though&mdash;if only from his
+mother having instilled it into him&mdash;that no
+such indifference attached to him, a young
+man of twenty-three, who was absolute master
+of at least eleven thousand pounds a year,
+and not without claim to other merits.</p>
+
+<p>Becoming aware that the music was in full
+swing upstairs, he began to think it was high
+time to look for his partner. But the name
+"Brooke" on his programme, which he
+made out with some difficulty, called up no
+picture, no living personality. He could not
+even recollect the moment when he had written
+it, and it did not appear he had made any
+note to help him identify the girl. His last
+partner had had to be pointed out to him by
+Mrs. Saxon, and he did not care to trouble her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>
+again. "Besides," he reflected, "this Miss
+Brooke, whoever she is, will most likely be
+hidden away in some nook or other and will
+be only too glad not to be hunted up."</p>
+
+<p>He had almost made up his mind to skip
+the dance when there came into the room an
+old schoolfellow, more or less a friend of his.
+The two interchanged a word. Thorn, it
+appeared, wanted a whisky and soda before
+going home. He had to turn in early to be in
+good form for the morrow's cricket. It was
+the first match of the season, and he was anxious
+to do brilliantly. Paul took the opportunity
+of asking him if, by any chance, he knew
+or had danced with a Miss Brooke.</p>
+
+<p>"The beautiful Miss Brooke you mean,
+don't you?" asked Thorn.</p>
+
+<p>Paul explained he didn't know which Miss
+Brooke he meant, but that he ought to be
+dancing with <i>a</i> Miss Brooke. Any girl who
+answered to that name would satisfy him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Well, if the one you mean, or don't
+mean, is the one I mean, she's just outside the
+door talking to a big Yankee chap. I never
+heard of her before to-night, but she's a stunning
+girl. She's the daughter of some American
+millionaire, a railway king, or something
+of that sort&mdash;at least everybody says so. I
+tried to get a dance with her, but I wasn't
+in luck. I envy you. Good-night, old
+boy!"</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose, then, <i>I</i> must consider myself
+in luck," thought Paul, staying yet a moment
+as he caught sight of his full reflection in a
+glass. It was a medium, slightly built figure
+that met his gaze, easy and graceful of carriage.
+The face was fair with a tiny light
+beard&mdash;the silken hair cut short, the features
+intelligent, the eyes grey, the teeth beautiful.
+A suspicion of a freckle here and there did not
+seem unsuited to the type of complexion.
+The survey seemed to please him, and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+stepped forward with the intention of taking
+possession of "the beautiful Miss Brooke."</p>
+
+<p>Thorn's indication proved correct. To his
+surprise Miss Brooke seemed to recognise him
+as he approached, for she welcomed him with
+a smile, from which he deduced, moreover,
+that she must have been waiting for him. He
+had a general sense of enchantment and diaphanousness,
+of a delicate harmony of colour-tones;
+an impression as of an idealised figure
+that had stepped out of a decorative painting.
+He wondered how he had escaped the impression
+at the time of his introduction to her,
+and, despite her smile, he was chilled by a
+doubt that it might, after all, be some other
+Miss Brooke on whose programme he had
+written. Of the man she had been talking to
+he scarcely took any note at all, beyond verifying
+he was a "big Yankee." He took her
+up to the dancing-room, and they began
+waltzing. Paul considered himself a pretty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+good dancer, and there were even moments
+when he could conscientiously say he was
+enjoying himself. But somehow he found
+himself going badly with Miss Brooke.
+Things seemed to be wrong at the very start.
+There was an uncomfortable drag. Paul was
+compelled to take enormous steps to counteract
+it, and after a dozen turns both agreed to
+give it up.</p>
+
+<p>"You dance the English step, of course,
+Mr. Middleton," she observed as they sauntered
+round. Her American accent was of the
+slightest, and few as were the words she
+had so far spoken, they seemed to Paul subtly
+to vibrate with a pleasant friendliness. Her
+voice was sweet and clear, with an under-quality
+of softness and caress. The suggestion
+that there were waltz steps other than
+the one he was wont to dance was new to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose mine is the English step," he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+replied, "though I never heard of any other.
+Is yours very different?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes. We Americans really waltz,
+whilst you English just go round and round
+and round, with your stiff legs for all the
+world like a pair of compasses."</p>
+
+<p>Paul could not agree with her, and patriotically
+proceeded to defend the English waltz,
+surprised to find himself expending oratory on
+so trivial a subject. He asserted it was not
+the mere monotonous turning to which Miss
+Brooke would reduce it, but that a spirit went
+with it; whereupon Miss Brooke shook her
+head, declaring she had shown the American
+step to a good many English people, and, no
+matter how sceptical before, they had vowed,
+one and all, never to dance the English step
+again.</p>
+
+<p>They had wandered away from the mass
+of rotating figures and taken possession of a
+couple of seats in a corner outside the dancing-room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+Paul had now an opportunity of observing
+Miss Brooke more narrowly. Other
+partners he had already forgotten. He could
+hardly have identified them again. So far as
+he was concerned, they had got completely
+lost in the crowd from which they had temporarily
+emerged. But of Miss Brooke he felt
+sure a perfectly definite picture would remain
+in his mind. What struck him most at once
+was a certain spirit of frank good humour that
+seemed to exhale from her, that made him
+feel, even with her first few words, as if she
+were merely resuming an interrupted conversation
+with him. Her manner suggested the
+natural falling-into-step by the side of an established
+friend, overtaken <i>en route</i>, and it
+was hard for him to realise this was really
+their first talk together.</p>
+
+<p>Paul had never danced with an American
+girl before, else he would have been aware
+of the incompatibility of their steps. His notions<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+of the American girl&mdash;or at least the American
+girl that comes to Europe&mdash;were of the
+vaguest. He had in the course of his existence
+met perhaps two or three of the class, but
+he had never really talked to them. He had
+heard the American girl spoken of&mdash;praised,
+damned, or tolerated; he had read about her
+push and businesslike qualities; and a short
+time since he had seen the type portrayed on
+the stage&mdash;a dashing, masterful creature, a
+piece of egotism incarnate, with a twang as
+pronounced as her self-assertiveness, a terrible
+determination, and an equally terrible
+assurance of carrying it through. But he had
+never thought about her coherently; never
+consciously crystallized these more or less
+contradictory notions of her that had come to
+him in so scattered and chaotic a fashion. It
+was quite certain, however, that Miss Brooke
+had nothing in common with the monstrosity
+that had given so much delight to that English<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+audience, and raised in it a due consciousness
+of its own virtue of modest moderation. Nor
+could he associate her with the dreadfully improper
+and unabashable person he had heard
+more than one British matron declare the
+American girl to be.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Brooke did not address her words to
+the floor, but sitting with her chair at an
+angle to his, looking straight at him as she
+spoke. Paul found the ordeal a fascinating
+but sufficiently trying one. He had no chance
+against this wonderful girlish face, with its
+sparkling blue eyes and its subtle quality of
+sincerity and spirituality; tantalising by the
+charm of its smile, which suggested moments
+of wickedness and kissing, and provoking by
+its air of unawareness of its calm-destroying
+powers. He was conscious, too, of a long,
+white neck rising above a pair of well-knit
+shoulders, out of a mass of white fluffy trimmings,
+in which were set with careless art a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
+few deep-red velvet flowers. On her forehead
+lay two roguish curls that moved freely,
+and each temple was covered by a bewitching
+lock, whose end curled inwards toward the
+ear. At the back her hair was drawn right
+up into curls, leaving the whole neck free, and
+showing the contour of the gracefully-poised
+head. Her white gown seemed woven of
+some fairy substance, embroidered with myriad
+gold spots, and encircled round the waist
+with three golden bands. The pink, round
+flesh of the upper arm showed firm and cool
+through the web of the sleeve that met the
+long white glove at the elbow. The bodice
+followed closely the modelling of the bust,
+and the skirt swept downwards, ending in
+a mass of foam-like fluff amid which nestled
+the tips of two neat shoes. Altogether a
+superb girl, dainty and supple, without any
+suggestion of fragility.</p>
+
+<p>The comparative merits of the English and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
+American waltzes were still occupying their
+attention.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, tell me, Mr. Middleton," she asked,
+after enthusiastically descanting on the pleasure
+and grace of the "long glide," "haven't I
+really converted you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I want very much to be converted, but
+your waltz seems formidable. I am afraid
+of it."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm sure it would not take you long to
+learn. Cannot I really coax you into a promise
+to try it? I enjoy making converts&mdash;I
+have missionary tendencies in the blood."</p>
+
+<p>"That's interesting. Because there are
+tendencies in my blood, too. Anti-missionary
+ones, however. To be true to the family
+tradition, I'm not sure whether I ought not
+resist your coaxings."</p>
+
+<p>"Which I'm sure you're not going to do."
+Her face took on an expression of mock
+imploration. "But, tell me, how far back<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+does your tradition go, and how did it
+arise?"</p>
+
+<p>"It began with my grandfather, whose pet
+idea was that the energy and money spent on
+missions should be employed at home for the
+raising of the lower classes. My father went
+a step further by deciding the particular form
+in which the lower classes should reap the
+benefit, and he died with the hope that the
+dream of two generations should be realised
+by me."</p>
+
+<p>"There is quite a touch of poetry in what
+you tell me," said Miss Brooke. "My family
+history is more prosaic, but it has a dash of
+adventure in it. The missionary hobby began
+with my great-grandfather, who was devoted,
+body and soul, to it&mdash;certainly body, for he
+was eaten by cannibals. Poor savages!"</p>
+
+<p>"Poor savages!" echoed Paul, for the
+moment supposing Miss Brooke meant to
+throw doubts on her ancestor's digestibility.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes, for grandfather went out to preach
+to them! A very mean revenge, I call that."</p>
+
+<p>"How do you reconcile that statement
+with your own missionary leanings?" asked
+Paul, thinking it strange a railway king should
+be the son of an earnest missionary, and
+vaguely speculating whether the millionaire
+was in the habit of giving large sums to "revenge"
+his grandfather.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, as a woman I have the right to make
+contradictory statements. 'Tis a valuable
+right, and I find it very convenient not to
+yield it up, though I <i>did</i> learn logic at
+college."</p>
+
+<p>"But surely it must be ever so much nicer
+to triumph by logic."</p>
+
+<p>"If one were only sure of triumphing!
+But I am really in no difficulty, so you will
+not get an exhibition of logic to-night. My
+missionary tendencies are purely a matter of
+instinct, my anti-missionary ones a matter of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+sentiment. Do not instinct and sentiment
+pull different ways in human beings? Confess,
+Mr. Middleton, don't you often <i>want</i> to
+do things you <i>feel</i> you ought not?"</p>
+
+<p>"More often I don't want to do things I
+feel I ought to."</p>
+
+<p>"That is a piece of new humour."</p>
+
+<p>"I meant the inversion seriously. But I'm
+glad to find that we are agreed at least in
+sentiment."</p>
+
+<p>"And I do try and turn the instinct into
+useful channels. Americans, you know, never
+let force run to waste. Now, you <i>will</i> learn
+that waltz, won't you, Mr. Middleton?
+Promise me quickly, as some one is coming
+to take me to dance. There comes the top
+of his head."</p>
+
+<p>"Dear me, has the next dance come round
+already!" ejaculated Paul. "You may consider
+me a sincere convert," he added quickly,
+"if&mdash;if you will spare me another dance."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"If you can find one," she replied; and,
+slipping her programme into his hand, she
+rose in response to the smile of the newcomer.
+To Paul's surprise, the man was the
+same from whom he had carried off Miss
+Brooke only a minute or two ago, as it appeared
+to him. Which fact caused him now
+to take keen notice of him. "The fellow"
+was quite six feet high, and of slim, supple
+build. His face was dark, and, to Paul, distinctively
+American. He wore a short pointed
+beard and a carefully-trimmed moustache.
+His black hair somewhat eccentrically hung
+down in lines cut to the same length. His
+eyes gleamed with an almost unnatural brightness,
+and his teeth showed themselves polished
+and white.</p>
+
+<p>"Write thick over somebody else's name."
+Paul was conscious of Miss Brooke speaking
+to him in almost a whisper; then in a moment
+she had bowed and moved off. He<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+could not help feeling angry with the man
+for taking her away, and his displeasure
+showed itself in his face. There seemed,
+too, something proprietorial in the way
+"the confounded fellow" walked off with
+her, and a thousand foolish conjectures hustled
+in his brain. However, he remembered he
+had Miss Brooke's programme, which, together
+with her last injunction, formed a
+comforting assurance she had taken him into
+special favour. It had been decidedly nice to
+talk to this girl, who seemed just the sort of
+person&mdash;simple and straightforward despite
+her wonderful charm&mdash;he felt he could get on
+with, and it gave him pleasure to picture her
+again sitting by his side, fresh, cool, sweet,
+and surpassingly beautiful.</p>
+
+<p>After lingering a little he went into the
+ballroom again. Miss Brooke's figure alone
+drew his eye&mdash;the rest of the world was a
+mere dancing medley. She was obviously<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+enjoying her dance, and Paul found himself
+envying her partner his easy mastery of the
+American waltz step. He could not help observing
+now what a superb note she struck in
+that crowd. He could see, too, she was being
+noticed, and divined talk about her by
+many moving lips.</p>
+
+<p>He found an opportunity of returning her
+programme, which she received with a
+marked look of surprise that changed into
+a smile of thanks. Paul was much puzzled.
+Her manner seemed to make it appear that
+she had dropped the programme and he had
+picked it up. He rather resented this, till it
+occurred to him she had slipped it into his
+hand so as not to be seen by her present
+cavalier, and probably she had played this
+little comedy because she did not want to
+rouse his suspicion. Paul's fears that the
+man might be something to her were reawakened,
+but they were palliated by a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
+sense of triumph over him. Had not Miss
+Brooke played a part&mdash;for his sake?</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Saxon passed near him and stopped
+to talk to him a moment. He made absent-minded
+replies&mdash;indeed, five minutes later he
+recalled that he had said something particularly
+foolish and hated himself. In this
+mood he sought cousin Celia and took her
+to supper. He examined her more critically
+now, finding her handsome, solid, and only
+passably interesting. He noted, too, that
+her manner lacked sprightliness and enthusiasm,
+and that the things she talked about
+didn't interest him in the least. He found
+himself apologising again and again for not
+having heard what she said. That was
+whenever there were questions for him to
+answer. He had, however, enough wit left
+to feel it was fortunate she did not ask
+questions more frequently. Meanwhile his
+eye wandered constantly towards a little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
+table some distance off, which Miss Brooke
+and her American friend had all to themselves,
+the other two covers being as yet
+unappropriated. Once or twice he became
+aware that Celia's eye was following his.
+He saw a gleam of understanding flash
+across her face, followed by a flush whose
+meaning was obvious. But somehow he
+felt reckless.</p>
+
+<p>An hour later he was with Miss Brooke
+again. At her laughing suggestion they had
+found a hiding-place, more "towards the
+upper regions," in order to keep out of the
+way of the man whose name had been written
+over, and who, indeed, never appeared.
+Miss Brooke was admiring an exquisite little
+painting of a picturesque boy looking over a
+rude wooden bridge on to a small stream.
+The work, which hung just opposite them,
+bore a well-known French signature, and had
+attracted her attention at once. The enthusiasm<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+with which she spoke of the artist led
+Paul to inquire if she herself painted.</p>
+
+<p>"I try to," she answered self-deprecatingly.
+"I am appallingly interested in my
+work. I always lose myself when talking
+about it."</p>
+
+<p>She was evidently serious, and Paul was
+glad to have struck such a mood, which
+promised possibilities of intimate conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"You have taken up art seriously?" he
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>"One must do something to fill one's
+life," she replied, with unmistakable earnestness;
+and set Paul musing about the inability
+of fortune to compensate for a want of purpose
+in life, as he had, indeed, felt long ago.
+That a woman, however, should give expression
+to the sentiment surprised him. Her
+next words astonished him still more.</p>
+
+<p>"I have always been ambitious, and I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
+might have achieved something in art if I
+hadn't wasted so many years trying other
+things."</p>
+
+<p>"But, surely you must find the knowledge
+you have acquired worth having."</p>
+
+<p>"I would willingly exchange it all for two
+years' progress in my work. The mistakes
+began by poppa discovering I was a musical
+genius, and as I was just mad to do something
+big in the world, I believed him. The
+next discovery was mine&mdash;that I was a great
+writer, and when, two years after that, an artist
+friend declared some sketches of mine
+were full of inspiration, my enthusiasm for
+writing fizzed out immediately, and I rushed
+into painting, and over to Paris to study. Of
+course, I'm only in the student stage, but my
+professor has given me distinct encouragement.
+In my heart I really believe I should
+succeed if only&mdash;&mdash;" She broke off with a
+curious laugh, but went on almost immediately:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+"If only I don't transfer my enthusiasm
+to sculpture before long. You see I
+know my little ways. Besides, the temptation
+to change is as strong as it possibly can
+be. It would be such a distinction to have
+completed the round of the arts."</p>
+
+<p>"Poetry would still be left untouched."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I've written poetry as well. That
+was part and parcel of my literary mania."</p>
+
+<p>"And naturally expired with it."</p>
+
+<p>"No. Let me confess. Poetry is the one
+thing I keep up in order to be able to feel I am
+made of fine stuff. It's the one unsaleable
+thing I devote my time to, and without it I
+should feel utterly ignoble. With all my ambition
+to achieve greatness, I am quite unable
+to say how much of my enthusiasm is due to
+the hope of accompanying dollars."</p>
+
+<p>Paul was startled for a moment, then
+laughed in high amusement at the idea of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+railway king's daughter eking out her income
+by Art.</p>
+
+<p>"I mean it. I'm not as noble as I look,
+but thank you for the compliment all the
+same. If I have allowed myself any illusions
+on the point, they were all dissipated when I
+heard of the price a Salon picture sold for
+last year. My feeling of envy was too naked
+to be mistaken&mdash;naked and unashamed. I
+don't know if you've ever experienced the sort
+of thing&mdash;whether you've ever written poetry
+to keep your self-respect."</p>
+
+<p>"I fear writing poetry would be no test for
+me. I don't mean to imply that the result
+would <i>not</i> be unsaleable," he added, smiling,
+"but that I am not so avaricious as you profess
+to be. I am quite satisfied that my work
+in life shall bring me no return."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish I were as fine as that," said Miss
+Brooke.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid I am far from being fine,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
+said Paul, modestly. "I am simply content
+with my fortune. As you said before, one
+must do something to fill one's life. I am
+only too grateful for the prospect of being able
+to employ my energies. So you see I am
+really selfish at bottom."</p>
+
+<p>"We each appear to have a due sense of
+the clay in us, so let us agree we are neither
+of us precisely the saints we appear. But
+you've not yet told me in what particular way
+you purpose satisfying that selfishness of
+yours."</p>
+
+<p>"Thereby hangs a long tale," said Paul,
+laughing again. "It is connected with the
+family tradition I mentioned to you before."</p>
+
+<p>"I remember. Your father laid some injunction
+on you about converting missionary
+energies and subscriptions for home use."</p>
+
+<p>"That is a quaint way of putting it. It is
+true his injunction first set me thinking, and it
+led to my developing certain Utopian ideas of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
+my own. As the result, I am now studying
+architecture. No doubt you will think it a
+strange choice. There begins another dance,
+and we've both partners."</p>
+
+<p>"How vexatious!" said Miss Brooke.
+"Just when I am so interested. I am really
+longing to hear all about your Utopia."</p>
+
+<p>"I should so much have liked to tell you,"
+murmured Paul, thinking he might even have
+sat out another dance if it were not for his
+foolish exclamation.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, but you're going to call, Mr. Middleton."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall be very happy," said Paul, repressing
+a start.</p>
+
+<p>She wrote her address for him on the back
+of his programme, adding, "I shall be in on
+Wednesday afternoon."</p>
+
+<p>He thanked her and took her down to the
+dancing-room where she was pounced upon
+immediately, and he then discovered, to his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>
+surprise, that he and Miss Brooke <i>had</i> sat out
+two dances! Moreover, the frown which
+Celia gave him over her partner's shoulder as
+she waltzed by made him refer to his programme,
+when he found he had overlooked
+the little tick at the side of dance number fourteen.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">A day</span> and a half to wait before seeing
+Miss Brooke again," was Paul's first reflection
+the next morning. "All I should have
+laughed at as absurd a month ago, proves to
+be true. I am fast in the toils." And all
+through the day Miss Brooke filled his
+thoughts. He was, somehow, a different
+person from before, as if he had awakened
+from some sluggish torpor.</p>
+
+<p>All his life Paul had suffered from an excess
+of parental love, which had considerably
+curtailed his freedom; and even when the
+death of his father a year before had left him
+his own master, he had no thought of living
+away from his mother, much to her secret<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+gratification. Her fondness for him had been
+such that she had had him educated at home
+for several years, and was only persuaded to
+let him go to school under great pressure from
+her husband. She had established her influence
+over her boy from the beginning, and his
+pliable and obedient disposition had enabled
+her to maintain it now that he was grown up.
+His father, who had divided his time between
+collecting beautiful beetles, representing a
+rural constituency, enacting the good Samaritan,
+and, as Paul had told Miss Brooke, thundering
+and writing letters to the press against
+foreign missions, had cherished an ambitious
+career for his son. He himself, he felt, was a
+mere pawn on the parliamentary chessboard,
+and he dreamt of a really great political future
+for Paul, who, moreover, he hoped, would
+leave his mark on the social life of the generation
+by promoting the increase of public fine-art
+collections. Beautiful centres of art&mdash;beautiful<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+buildings with beautiful contents&mdash;could
+be established, he argued, if the money subscribed
+for foreign missions could be used for
+the purpose; and he had the necessary statistics
+ready to hurl at the head of the sceptic.</p>
+
+<p>Acting on the advice of a friend who considered
+the Bar afforded the best training in
+oratory, he began by placing the boy in a solicitor's
+office immediately after he had left
+college. Some eighteen months later the
+father was carried off in an epidemic of influenza.
+Paul, who had long since discovered
+that oratory <i>vi&acirc;</i> the law was not adapted to
+one of his temperament, had decision enough
+to desist from it. His attitude towards his
+sire's dream had never been a very reverent
+one, for he knew well he was not of the stuff
+of which Parliamentary leaders are made.
+But, as the affection between the two had been
+really strong, the son wished to respect the
+father's ideas so far as possible, if only for sentimental<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
+reasons; and, finding in himself a
+natural taste for making beautiful designs as
+well as an innocent love for illuminated
+books, old carvings and mouldings, and such
+curious antiques as had a real art value, it occurred
+to him he might make a thorough
+study of architecture from the art as well as
+the practical side. Later on he would design
+art galleries for the people, and set a movement
+on foot to promote their construction.
+Without taking himself too solemnly, he liked
+to think that what he purposed would have
+given his father pleasure; and he was always
+able to take good-humouredly such jesting remarks
+as had reference to his schemes.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile mother and son had settled
+down in a small house in Elm Park Road.
+The country house was let on a long lease,
+as Mrs. Middleton did not wish to have the
+trouble of keeping it up, preferring to travel
+for three months in the year. The household<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+consumed but a small part of their revenues,
+and consequently the amount of money in
+the family threatened to increase from year
+to year, despite that Mr. Middleton's good
+works were continued, and that Paul, going
+a-slumming, started additional good works on
+his own account.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Middleton was only too pleased at
+Paul's leaving "that nasty dark, close office,"
+asserting it must have injured his health. Besides,
+her faith in his talents was so absolute
+that she was certain he would one day be a
+very great man indeed, whatever the profession
+he espoused. So she ceded to him for
+his study perhaps the pleasantest room in the
+house. It was at the back and opened on to
+a narrow garden, so that he could saunter out
+occasionally and pace up and down. As he
+was here quite isolated, he never felt the need
+of having rooms elsewhere.</p>
+
+<p>Despite the vigilance under which Paul<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
+had grown up, he had yet managed to have
+one or two boyish love-affairs without his
+parents suspecting anything; and he had at
+times dreamt of an ideal love and an ideal
+happiness. But of late he had developed different
+notions, and had come to pride himself
+on his freedom from all mawkish sentiment.
+Notwithstanding this, he was chivalrous
+enough to believe that women were angels;
+which belief, curiously enough, was unimpaired
+by the fact that, in practice, he was
+a little bit afraid and suspicious of them.
+Nor did he always find them interesting;
+he would sooner play a game of chess any
+day than talk to one of them.</p>
+
+<p>Cousin Celia was often at the house to join
+him and his mother at their quiet tea, and one
+day the idea entered his head that Mrs. Middleton
+had a certain pet scheme. But modesty
+prevented it from taking root in him, and
+he preferred to believe that the notion of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+marriage between him and Celia had occurred
+only to himself, and would greatly
+surprise everybody else if he broached it.
+Celia was an orphan, and he had heard
+her pitied all his life. She was considered
+to possess an extraordinary share of good
+looks and an uncommon degree of affability.
+Good judges assured one another she would
+make an excellent wife, and Mrs. Middleton
+had taken good care that the said judges
+should discuss the girl in the presence of
+her boy, who could scarcely contend against
+so subtle an undermining. Despite his vague
+knowledge of the wiles of match-making, he
+began to persuade himself that he really liked
+Celia, and he played more and more with the
+idea of marrying her. The leading-strings
+were handled so lightly and skilfully, he
+would have been much astonished to hear
+that his inclinations were not absolutely
+uninfluenced. In Celia was all that straightforwardness<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+by which he set such store;
+from her was absent all that caprice and
+flirtatiousness he was so afraid of. It was
+easy to know her wishes, easy to please
+her; and she had never made him the
+victim of moods.</p>
+
+<p>And the more he thought of marrying her,
+the more he began to decry romantic love to
+himself. Whether it really existed or not he
+would not pretend to say, though, in the light
+of his own experience, he could just imagine
+its existence. Those old boyish ideas of his
+were all a mistake. And thereupon he fell
+back eagerly on the theory of sensible companionship
+as the only sound basis for
+marriage&mdash;which theory had now abruptly
+to be rejected.</p>
+
+<p>Already Paul, promenading his garden
+whilst beautiful coloured plates of Egyptian
+decoration lay neglected on his table, was
+bothering himself as to whether he could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
+leave Celia out of the account with a clear
+conscience. The question he kept asking
+himself was whether such attention as he
+had paid her could reasonably be interpreted
+as bearing any real significance. He
+was certain he had never actively made
+love to her, as he had always hesitated to
+begin, but he had seen a great deal of her
+of late and their intimacy had made great
+strides. Moreover, she had allowed him his
+five dances the evening before without a
+word of demur. He knew, too, he had
+often felt himself flushing on hearing her
+praised, feeling a sort of proprietary pride
+in the subject of discussion; and he wondered
+now if his demeanour on such occasions
+had been observed.</p>
+
+<p>All these considerations caused him considerable
+uneasiness in view of the fact
+that he was perfectly sure now he did not
+want to marry her. Miss Brooke had come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+into his horizon, and lo! the whole world
+was changed. Oh, to be free to woo and
+win such a girl!</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly he had a flash of shrewder insight,
+and he was able to find comfort in
+that first suspicion, which now returned to
+him, that his mother was really responsible
+for this Celia affair. Why&mdash;and his awakened
+mind now ran over a score of memories&mdash;he
+had scarcely ever met Celia out without his
+mother having supplied the impulse for his
+going to the particular place! He had been
+a fool not to see how she had worked
+matters from the beginning. And now
+there arose in him a shade of resentment
+against her, and his man's independence
+revolted for the first time against this subtle
+subordination of his will to hers. He had
+a definite perception&mdash;attended with a distinct
+sense of shame&mdash;of the fact that he
+had never really ceased to be, so far as<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+she was concerned, the good little boy who
+had learnt his letters at her knee. He had
+an individuality of his own, he told himself,
+and it behoved him to play the part of a
+man. He should begin his emancipation
+at once by putting a prompt stop to "this
+Celia business."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">As</span> Paul rang at the address Miss Brooke
+had scribbled down on his programme, his
+dominating thought was that American
+millionaire's daughters chose rather shabby
+houses to stay in. Though the name of
+the street had surprised him when he had
+first read it, he had yet conceived it possible
+she might be staying at some kind of private
+hotel; but he had not anticipated a dusty
+card with the word "apartments." He took
+it for granted her mother was with her, and,
+though he had not formed any clear conception
+of Mrs. Brooke, she looming mistily in
+his mind as a handsome, stately personage
+that had decidedly to be taken into the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
+reckoning, he had wondered how she would
+receive him.</p>
+
+<p>A maid-servant ushered him up two flights
+of stairs into a front room and announced his
+name. As he entered he was conscious of
+three persons sitting at the far end where a
+bright fire burned, and was somewhat startled
+to recognise the long lithe figure, the dark
+face and hair, and the piercing black eyes
+of the American Miss Brooke had danced
+with. A peculiar shade of expression flitted
+across the man's face, telling Paul the recognition
+was mutual. At the same time Paul
+was assuming that the bonneted and cloaked
+mature-looking lady was no other than Mrs.
+Brooke herself, and he wondered why she
+should receive callers when so obviously
+dressed for going out. Miss Brooke rose to
+greet him with a pleasant smile of welcome.
+In a simple dress with wide sleeves
+that fitted tight round the wrists, her short<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+front hair, evenly divided, falling over her
+temples in rippling masses, she seemed less
+phantasmal and fairylike, less remote from
+this world&mdash;a being more humanly sweet
+and that one might dare to woo.</p>
+
+<p>But unfortunately in that moment he became
+aware of the huge bulk of a high
+bed against the wall on his right, and a
+tall screen that cut off a corner of the
+room struck him as having the air of concealing
+something. Though he kept control
+over himself physically, his mind grew
+perfectly vacant. He did not dare to think&mdash;it
+seemed vain to make any surmise&mdash;but
+bowed to the bonneted lady as he
+heard Miss Brooke say: "Katharine, let
+me introduce my friend, Mr. Middleton&mdash;Mrs.
+Potter."</p>
+
+<p>Paul had seldom felt so many emotions
+at one time. Added to his surprise at the
+expected Mrs. Brooke changing at the last<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
+moment into a Mrs. Potter, and to his
+bewilderment at being received in a bedroom,
+was a thrill of pleasure at Miss
+Brooke's reference to him as "my friend."
+He had, too, a sense of gratified curiosity
+at learning the next moment that the man's
+name was Pemberton; it was convenient,
+moreover, to have a definite symbol by
+which to refer to him in thought.</p>
+
+<p>"I think the water's boiling, dear," said
+Mrs. Potter. "Doesn't it mean 'boiling'
+when steam comes out of the spout like
+that?"</p>
+
+<p>"Not yet, Katharine. Half a minute more.
+You are just in nice time, Mr. Middleton, to
+get your cup of tea at its best." And Miss
+Brooke busied herself cutting up a big lemon
+into thin slices at a little table that was laid
+with a pretty Japanese tea-set.</p>
+
+<p>"Lisa's tea is quite wonderful," chimed in
+Mrs. Potter. "I always spoil mine&mdash;I can<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+never quite tell when the water boils. That's
+my pet stupidity."</p>
+
+<p>For a moment Paul watched the artistic
+copper kettle as it sang its pleasant song.
+Mrs. Potter already struck him as an obviously
+cheerful personality, and he felt absurdly grateful
+to her for mentioning Miss Brooke's first
+name. He had not yet given up Mrs. Brooke,
+expecting her to enter the room very soon
+now; and he found it hard not to fix his gaze
+noticeably on the bed, half-surprised that
+everybody else ignored it, seeming totally unconscious
+that any such piece of furniture was
+there at all.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Pemberton took little part in the somewhat
+banal but good-humoured conversation
+that now sprang up, but drummed idly with
+his fingers on the settee on which he was
+lounging. Now and again a monosyllabic
+drawl fell languidly from him, and Paul read
+into this demeanour annoyance at his presence.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Potter, he soon learnt&mdash;for the lady
+was loquacious&mdash;was a widow and a journalist
+on a three months' stay in Europe, of
+which she was passing a month in London,
+endeavouring to make as much copy out of it
+as possible. She related with glee, and without
+any apparent qualms of conscience, how
+she had "fixed up" accounts of various great
+society functions, writing her copy in the first
+person.</p>
+
+<p>"Lisa is so good and helpful to me. I impose
+on her dreadfully. I should never have
+been able to get them fixed up without her.
+And then her spelling is so perfect&mdash;she runs
+over my copy and puts it right in a jiffy."</p>
+
+<p>"Lemon or cream, Mr. Middleton,
+please?" asked Miss Brooke. "Two lumps
+of sugar or one? What, none at all! Oh,
+yes, everybody thinks these cups sweetly
+pretty. I'm taking them home with me as a
+souvenir."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What shall I do without you in Paris?"
+broke in Mrs. Potter again. "I shall be lost
+there. Can't I coax you to come back with
+me, Lisa dear?"</p>
+
+<p>"Can't disappoint poppa," said Miss
+Brooke laconically.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll have me to come to," drawled
+Mr. Pemberton.</p>
+
+<p>"You'll be handy for some things, but
+your spelling's worse than mine," said Mrs.
+Potter; and somewhat irrelevantly went on to
+suppose that Paul must know Paris well.</p>
+
+<p>Paul, alas! had only two visits to boast of,
+one of a week's, the other of two weeks' duration,
+both in the company of his mother.
+Whereupon a sound, as of a suppressed snigger,
+came from the direction of Pemberton.</p>
+
+<p>Something like the truth had begun to
+dawn on Paul's mind, and he knew better
+now than to continue to expect Mrs. Brooke
+to appear. He had sufficiently gathered from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
+the conversation that Miss Brooke was on her
+way home from Paris to America, and that
+she was going to travel alone, and had taken
+London <i>en route</i>, probably armed with letters
+of introduction. Most likely, he argued, she
+must have considered the one room sufficient
+for her needs, and had not anticipated callers.
+Or perhaps Americans, for all he knew, did
+not mind receiving callers in a bedroom.
+This, he concluded, was probably the case, as
+no one seemed in the least <i>g&ecirc;n&eacute;</i>, despite that
+the bed was such a palpable fact, and stood
+there in massive unblushingness. Otherwise
+an atmosphere of feminine daintiness seemed
+to surround Miss Brooke, transforming even
+this lodging-house bedroom.</p>
+
+<p>However, he did not grasp the facts without
+an almost overwhelming sense of pain.</p>
+
+<p>His romance had been rudely shattered at
+one blast, and he felt his breath draw heavily
+when he first comprehended Miss Brooke was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+on the point of leaving London. A sense of
+helplessness came upon him as he realised he
+could do nothing but just get through with
+his call. There seemed not the slightest
+chance now of his telling her about the career
+he purposed for himself. He had dreamed,
+too, of her showing him her verses, perhaps
+some of her sketches. But the presence of the
+others stood in the way. He would have
+liked to hate them both, but being forced to
+like Mrs. Potter, he had to bestow a double
+amount of dislike on Mr. Pemberton, which
+he was very glad to do. And then he wanted
+to know the exact relation between Mr. Pemberton
+and Miss Brooke. From a hint the
+"fellow" had dropped, it was clear he lived
+in Paris&mdash;where Miss Brooke had been living.
+Was he a relative? Who was he? Why
+was he in London? How came he to be at
+Mrs. Saxon's dance? For a moment Paul
+thought of asking Mrs. Saxon about him, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
+also about Miss Brooke, but he put the idea
+from him as underhand and unworthy.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the conversation went on,
+pleasant and banal. Mrs. Potter deluged Paul
+with questions about the London season and
+English painters and the Academy. She narrated
+the comicalities of her shopping expeditions,
+various little misadventures that had
+arisen from the different usage of everyday
+words by the two nations. By imperceptible
+stages along a tortuous and varied route they
+drifted on to the subject of love, and Mrs.
+Potter, still keeping the talk almost all to herself,
+related several touching romances of her
+friends' lives. Once or twice Paul's gloom
+was lightened by the smile of Miss Brooke
+that met his look each time he turned his face
+towards her. A lien, invisible to the others,
+seemed to be established between them.</p>
+
+<p>At length Mrs. Potter, drawing Mr. Pemberton's
+attention to the hour, rose to go, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+the two left together. Despite some mad
+idea of declaring himself to Miss Brooke there
+and then, which had occurred to him, Paul
+had also risen, but to his astonishment Miss
+Brooke drew her chair closer to the fire, and
+motioned him to take a seat in the opposite
+chimney corner. He obeyed as if hypnotised.
+"What would my mother think of this?"
+he asked himself, and awaited developments.
+As for Miss Brooke, at no moment did she
+seem aware of the slightest unconventionality
+in the situation.</p>
+
+<p>"Katharine is so sweet," she began
+thoughtfully. "You can't imagine how
+pleased I was when she wrote she was
+coming. Charlie is piloting her about a little.
+He is so good-natured."</p>
+
+<p>"Charlie is, I presume, Mr. Pemberton."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, of course. And he'll be of so
+much use to her in Paris. He has a studio
+there. But I hope she won't fall in love<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
+with him," she added laughingly. "Katharine
+is so romantic; she is always in love
+with some man or other."</p>
+
+<p>Though he knew as a general biological
+fact that women fall in love with men, Paul,
+despite all the love-stories he had read, had
+never yet been able to grasp it and admit it
+to himself as a fact of actual life. Somehow,
+he had always felt that the onus of falling in
+love and of courtship rested on men, and that
+it was very good and condescending of women
+to allow themselves to be loved at all. But
+Miss Brooke's way of talking seemed to take
+it for granted that it was a perfectly natural
+and proper thing for a woman to be in love,
+that romance was a thing a woman might
+own to without any shame; making him
+realise more distinctly than ever before that
+women were not so entirely passive and
+passionless. But all this he rather felt than
+thought, and it did not interfere with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
+sentence that was on the tip of his tongue;
+the outcome of his sense of disappointment
+and desolation at her threatened departure
+out of his life, which was only mitigated by
+the reflection that Pemberton was being left
+behind.</p>
+
+<p>"And now you are going home!"</p>
+
+<p>The words were obviously equivalent to
+a sigh of regret.</p>
+
+<p>"But not for good, I hope," said Miss
+Brooke; and Paul's universe changed at once
+into a wonderful enchanted garden. "Of
+course, it will be very nice to be at home
+with poppa and mamma again, but I should
+not be leaving Paris from choice. I was making
+such progress at school that my professor
+was quite angry I couldn't stay. But perhaps
+I shall be back in a year's time. I certainly
+shall if everything goes well."</p>
+
+<p>"I do hope it's nothing serious that calls
+you away, and that keeps you from your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+studies so long a time," exclaimed Paul fervently.</p>
+
+<p>"From my point of view it's certainly
+serious," smiled Miss Brooke, good-humouredly.
+"As I've already tried to make you
+believe, I am a very greedy person, with a
+fondness for dollars, and the whole trouble
+is that they keep out of reach. Poor hardworked
+poppa can't send me any more
+money just now, but he'll be getting a bigger
+salary next year, and I shall be able to go
+back and paint a masterpiece for the Salon.
+In the meanwhile I shall have to amuse myself
+as best I can sketching about the place,
+and watching poppa getting through big
+batches of couples. He's a minister&mdash;you
+know the cloth's hereditary in our family&mdash;and
+marries off people wholesale."</p>
+
+<p>Till that moment Miss Brooke had been
+the railway king's daughter. For Paul to
+find now that she was a comparatively poor<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
+girl, whose anxiety to earn money by making
+her mark in art was no mere jesting
+pretence, involved a complete readjustment
+of his mental focus. But its instantaneity
+made the operation a violent one, especially
+as he strove hard not to exhibit any external
+signs of discomposure. At the same time a
+good deal that had bewildered him was explained,
+though there were points yet on
+which he needed enlightenment. And with
+all his astonishment went an unbounded admiration
+for the cheerful way in which she
+accepted her position, the lover's keen lookout
+for every scrap of virtue in the beloved
+seizing on this greedily for commendation.
+What a splendid, plucky girl she was! The
+glamour of his romance was heightened.
+Mere millionaires and all that appertained to
+them seemed suddenly prosaic.</p>
+
+<p>Into what a bizarre misconception had he
+fallen! She herself was not to blame. If his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+mind had not been clogged up by what
+Thorn had told him beforehand he would not
+so persistently have misunderstood her references
+to money; but how should he have
+thought of challenging what he knew only
+now to have been a mere speculative rumour?
+There had been nothing in her appearance and
+personality to belie that rumour, and, as obviously
+she was not called upon to contradict
+statements about herself she had never heard,
+such manifestations of the truth as had since
+become visible to him had only served to
+mystify him.</p>
+
+<p>The way, too, she had taken certain things
+for granted as perfectly natural and proper,
+somewhat astonished him, to wit, her inviting
+him to call here, her reception of him in a bedroom,
+and his presence alone with her now.
+These facts contravened the ideas in which he
+had been brought up, and he could only suppose
+that American ideas probably differed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+from English. This surmise seemed, on the
+whole, corroborated by the glimpse he had
+had that day into the spirit of the American
+independent woman&mdash;a type entirely new to
+him&mdash;as exemplified both by Mrs. Potter and
+Miss Brooke.</p>
+
+<p>He asked how soon she was leaving, and
+learnt she was sailing on the Saturday, so that
+barely two days of London remained to her.
+He did not like the idea at all, as he had
+formed the hope he might somehow see her
+again before her departure.</p>
+
+<p>"My berth is taken," explained Miss
+Brooke, perhaps amused by his evident discontent.
+"Some boxes have gone on. Besides,
+I could not stay here any longer.
+Dollars are getting scarce. I'm going to
+have some more tea&mdash;won't you join
+me?"</p>
+
+<p>"Willingly." He wanted to stay longer,
+and tea, by filling the time plausibly, would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+help to lessen his constraint at the original
+position in which he found himself.</p>
+
+<p>"I am so pleased you were able to call!"
+went on Miss Brooke, as she poured out the
+beverage. "You haven't forgotten your
+promise to tell me all about your work&mdash;and
+your Utopia as well," she added, smiling, and
+handing him his cup.</p>
+
+<p>Her sweetness as she spoke enchanted
+him. When he himself had been hesitating
+on the brink of the chasm, with what ease
+had she taken him across it at one leap! Soon
+he found himself telling her how he had come
+to abandon his father's ideas and plan out his
+life his own way, with as much emotion as if
+he were relating his inmost secrets to an affianced
+wife. And certainly no affianced wife
+could have listened with a graver attention, or
+more sympathetic demeanour.</p>
+
+<p>"Has it ever occurred to you to study
+architecture at Paris?" she asked. "The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+Beaux Art School is, I think, one of the finest
+in the world, and you could scarcely get a
+more artistic atmosphere."</p>
+
+<p>The effect of her remark was as that of an
+electric spark that fuses many elements into
+one new whole. He was conscious of a
+struggling chaotic mass of thought, followed
+by a clear perception of the conditions of his
+existence in all its bearings. And in a flash he
+had made up his mind to plunge into the delicious
+indefiniteness of what offered itself. A
+soft purple haze floated before him as in a
+dream, and an odour of incense and a harmony
+of sweet sounds seemed to steal upon
+him. And the haze, parting a moment,
+allowed him a glimpse of a magic city in its
+depths. And in that city, he knew, were
+"Lisa" and himself.</p>
+
+<p>That was to be the future! The awakening
+of the man in him was complete. By an
+abrupt mastercoup he would wrench himself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+away from the influences that had well-nigh
+reduced him to a puppet. His reply to Miss
+Brooke now would be the beginning of the
+necessary forward impulse.</p>
+
+<p>"The idea has not come to me, though, of
+course, I should have had to consider the
+question of a formal course before very long.
+But I like the suggestion very much."</p>
+
+<p>"Lots of the boys take the course there,"
+added Miss Brooke. "There are, of course,
+many more American than English boys, but
+you'll find them all a sociable set."</p>
+
+<p>He asked for details about the student life,
+and Miss Brooke tried to give him some notion
+of it. In this way quite half an hour slipped
+by, during which Paul became worked up to
+a high pitch of enthusiasm and took care to
+leave no doubt in Miss Brooke's mind that his
+decision was finally taken.</p>
+
+<p>"Charlie, too, might be useful to you,"
+said Miss Brooke, as Paul rose to take his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
+leave. "I'm sure he'd be delighted to be of
+service to you. And how nice, too, if we
+were to meet there again! Perhaps we
+shall."</p>
+
+<p>Her face gleamed as with the pleasure of
+anticipation.</p>
+
+<p>"I shall always bear the hope with me,"
+said Paul gravely; and, wishing her a pleasant
+crossing, he bade her "good-bye."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us say '<i>Au revoir</i>' rather," and
+once again she pressed his hand, which was
+more than he had dared hope for.</p>
+
+<p>But what had "Charlie" to do with Miss
+Brooke? he asked himself a thousand times
+that evening.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A month</span> later&mdash;about the beginning of
+June&mdash;Paul had entered the &Eacute;cole des Beaux
+Arts as a student of architecture. Not to
+have succeeded in tearing himself away
+would have been to lose all self-respect.
+He had determined to justify himself to
+himself, to prove he had a will he need
+not be ashamed of. Thus it was that his
+astonished mother and a favourite uncle&mdash;Celia's
+guardian&mdash;who both had a good deal
+to say about Paris and its temptations, expended
+their speech to no purpose.</p>
+
+<p>Paul entered into his student life with zest,
+working hard and conscientiously in a very
+methodical fashion. He allowed himself,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>
+however, plenty of time for enjoying the
+city; going to the theatres, and peeping
+into all the show places, and hunting up
+curios at old shops, and lounging and playing
+billiards at the caf&eacute;s, and drinking beer
+<i>al fresco</i> on the boulevards. Occasionally
+he rode in the Bois, or made excursions
+up and down the Seine, and into the neighbouring
+country&mdash;mostly, of course, in company,
+for he soon struck acquaintance with
+some of the men, many of whom he found
+had to manage on very little money. So
+he said nothing about his own easy circumstances,
+rather enjoying the two-franc
+seat at the theatre and the fifteen-centime
+ride on the tops of tramcars. When he
+wanted expensive amusement he went
+alone.</p>
+
+<p>No one he knew had so far mentioned
+Miss Brooke's name, and though he was
+often on the point of asking one or other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
+of his new friends about her, some instinct
+invariably restrained him. He had nurtured
+his love for her, all his solitary thought
+turning to her, and it seemed a sort of
+sacrilege to make even the most innocent
+inquiry about her in her absence. This
+waiting for her in silence was part of the
+romance.</p>
+
+<p>He understood the American girl a little
+better now, fellow-students having introduced
+him to girl friends&mdash;that is to say, he was
+better acquainted with her and her ways.
+And he was satisfied that whatever appeared
+right to Miss Brooke, no matter
+how much it violated his own notions,
+must be right absolutely. With her the
+fact of riches or poverty was reduced to a
+mere indifferent background, against which
+her personality stood out in all its charm
+and dignity. A girl like her could make
+her home in one room, and yet make you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>
+welcome in it with as much ease and grace
+as any lady in a fine drawing-room.</p>
+
+<p>Time passed, and still nobody, by any
+chance, referred to Miss Brooke. This was
+not surprising, for Paris was large, and
+American girl students were plentiful and
+scattered all over it. Moreover, a girl who
+had gone home months before was likely
+to be soon forgotten. Pemberton he had
+never met, but he had seen him just once
+from the top of a tramcar. The hot
+weather came on and Paul passed a delicious
+month at Montmorency in company
+with one of the men. After his return he
+settled to work again, and the months
+went by almost without his keeping count
+of them&mdash;for, Miss Brooke having mentioned
+a year as the time she was likely to remain
+in America, he would not look for her till
+the spring came on again. In the meanwhile
+he inflicted much misery on himself<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
+by speculating as to whether home and
+home ties might not have absorbed for
+good so ideal and affectionate a girl as he
+conceived her to be, especially after so long
+a residence abroad. But deep down was
+implanted in him an unswerving faith in her
+coming, and, though the manner of their
+meeting had been left so undefined, he
+was certain there would be no difficulty
+when the time came, and that his life after
+that would be one long fairy tale.</p>
+
+<p>The spring came at last, and with it <i>vernissage</i>
+at the Salon. Paul knew one or
+two men who were exhibiting, so he decided
+to pass his afternoon at the Palais de
+l'Industrie. The tens of thousands that
+thronged the galleries made picture-inspection
+difficult and tedious; but the crowd
+itself presented many compensating features
+of interest. Paul was hoping, too, he
+might see Miss Brooke there, as it was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
+not impossible she might by now be back
+in Paris. Occasionally he fancied a girl
+resembled Miss Brooke, but when, after
+infinite striving, he had got close to his
+quarry, he found the points of likeness
+were but few. Once or twice the fair
+one eluded his pursuit, and got irretrievably
+swallowed up.</p>
+
+<p>On his going to <i>d&eacute;jeuner</i> the next day,
+at a little restaurant close by the school,
+where he was in the habit of dropping in
+at mid-day&mdash;he dined in the evening in
+state at a more pretentious establishment&mdash;there
+sat Miss Brooke herself at a table at
+the end of the room, her face towards the
+door. None of the usual clients had yet
+arrived, as it was a trifle early, and <i>mademoiselle</i>
+was distributing the newly-written
+menus among the various tables. In any
+case he must have caught sight of her at
+once, as the cluster of sharp red and black<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
+wings that shot up from one side of the
+little toque, which just seemed to rest on
+her hair, drew the eye at once. Her face
+showed glowing and bright, set above the
+dark mass of her stuff dress. As the door
+swung to she looked up from the menu she
+had been studying.</p>
+
+<p>"How do you do, Mr. Middleton? You
+seem real scared to see me."</p>
+
+<p>Her greeting seemed as calm and laughing
+as if they had but parted the day before,
+and Paul felt some vague dissatisfaction
+with it&mdash;he did not quite know why. It
+seemed, somehow, as if there were no romance
+between them at all, as if they
+were the merest acquaintances. Perhaps it
+was that the pent-up emotion of months
+of waiting needed more dramatic expression
+than this commonplace situation afforded.</p>
+
+<p>He asked permission, and sat down opposite<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
+her, scarcely knowing what to say
+to her first.</p>
+
+<p>"Can you tell me whether <i>cervelle de
+veau</i> is anything good to eat? It's the
+only unfamiliar thing on the menu, and my
+only hope."</p>
+
+<p>He took the sheet of paper as she held
+it to him, but found the dish was equally
+unknown to him. They appealed to <i>mademoiselle</i>,
+who informed them, "<i>C'est dans
+la t&ecirc;te.</i>"</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder if she means 'brains.' I was
+hoping not to have to translate <i>cervelle</i>
+literally."</p>
+
+<p>"I am not afraid of experimenting," suggested
+Paul.</p>
+
+<p>"For my benefit. That is real kind of
+you. Whenever I've been curious about
+things with strange names, I've always had
+to order them, which is rather an expensive
+way of increasing one's French vocabulary."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>When the dish came, neither Paul nor
+Miss Brooke liked the curly look of it, so
+they fell back on <i>bifteck</i>, salad, cheese, and
+fruit.</p>
+
+<p>"And so you are here after all," said
+Miss Brooke, musingly.</p>
+
+<p>"Why? Did you think I was not serious
+about coming?"</p>
+
+<p>"I didn't mean that. My expression was
+a sort of acknowledgment to myself that I
+had found you&mdash;or rather, to be proper,
+that you had found me."</p>
+
+<p>His heart fairly leaped with pleasure.
+She had certainly then thought of him during
+the past months!</p>
+
+<p>"I must thank the happy chance that led
+you in here," he murmured, feeling his emotion
+at length control him.</p>
+
+<p>"Happy chance!" She charmed his ear
+with a ripple of laughter. "Why, I've exhausted
+almost every restaurant near the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+Beaux Arts, that being the most feminine way
+of pursuing you. The mathematical theory of
+probability&mdash;college learning <i>does</i> prove useful
+at times&mdash;told me the happening of the event,
+that is, of the event I wanted to happen, was
+a certainty. For some particular restaurant or
+other is a habit which everybody contracts; it
+is, indeed, the first vice one picks up in Paris.
+And it's a habit that can't be broken. Day after
+day you revolt&mdash;if you're a man, you swear&mdash;against
+the <i>cuisine</i>. Things are becoming intolerable.
+Time was when everything was
+perfect, when the menu was varied, and
+always included your favourite dishes; when
+one could eat the salad without too close an
+inspection of the under-side of the leaves, and
+when the wine at eighty centimes a litre
+didn't turn blue or taste like ink. To-day is,
+most certainly, the last time you will ever set
+foot in the place. But the morrow comes, and
+at <i>d&eacute;jeuner</i> time your feet bear you there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
+again, and you are so meek about it that you
+scarcely protest."</p>
+
+<p>"That is just my experience," he confessed.</p>
+
+<p>"I was sure it would be. That is what
+enabled me to calculate so infallibly. You see
+I speak my thoughts quite unashamed. Paris
+makes one so frightfully immodest."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad, then, I didn't take it into my
+head to apply the same method in my search
+for you. Not only would it have upset your
+mathematics, but, having no particular landmark,
+I might have wandered on forever.
+All the same, I have kept my eyes open. In
+fact, I was hoping to see you yesterday at <i>vernissage</i>."</p>
+
+<p>"Were you there?" she exclaimed.
+"What a silly question!" she added immediately,
+laughing. "What I meant to say was
+<i>I</i> was there. But, of course, it was quite impossible
+to find any one in such a crowd."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
+Paul noticed with pleasure that the conversation
+on both sides assumed the fact of a positive
+rendezvous between them. Miss Brooke
+went on to chatter about the <i>vernissage</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"I see this morning's <i>Herald</i> puts us
+down as a low lot. Its reporter must be very
+<i>exigeant</i>. In spite of our presence he insists
+the models gave the <i>ton</i> to the assembly."</p>
+
+<p>"Were there many models present?"
+asked Paul. "I don't remember seeing any."</p>
+
+<p>"There were quite enough of them to be
+noticeable. Perhaps you thought they were
+all countesses."</p>
+
+<p>"I did have some such idea," he admitted.
+"I didn't know models dressed like countesses."</p>
+
+<p>"They do when their artists take them to
+<i>vernissage</i>. Which affords food for reflection."</p>
+
+<p>Paul felt slightly embarrassed and did not
+answer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And now," resumed Miss Brooke, contemplating
+her <i>c&oelig;ur &agrave; la cr&ecirc;me</i>, "if I may
+venture to intrude on your reflections, will you
+please pass me the sugar?"</p>
+
+<p>"Is it long since you returned?" he inquired
+soon. "I was going to ask you before,
+only the <i>cervelle</i> puzzle arose and somehow
+I forgot."</p>
+
+<p>"Just three weeks," she replied. "Poppa
+had his bigger salary, and as it was getting
+tedious seeing couples married I made haste to
+come over again. You can't imagine how
+impatient I was to get back in time for <i>vernissage</i>.
+It gives such a fillip to your ambitions
+to see crowds round your friends' pictures,
+and to read about them in the papers; it
+makes you realise your own powers, and sets
+you wondering why <i>you</i> hadn't dared to
+send something in. When you are tired of
+lamenting your folly you begin to admire
+your modesty, and of course you remember<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
+that modesty is the mark of true
+genius."</p>
+
+<p>"And you had all those thoughts?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no! They are the thoughts I should
+have had if I hadn't been busy admiring the
+dresses. The pictures must wait&mdash;I shall be
+going again to see those, perhaps two or
+three times. Most students do. One is supposed
+to learn from them, but in practice one
+only criticises. The boys say everything is
+rotten. We girls pretend to agree with them,
+only, of course, it wouldn't be proper to express
+our opinion as violently as that. Do
+you dine here as well?"</p>
+
+<p>"I dine as the whim takes me. You see I
+haven't yet acquired a habit for evening wear.
+Not every Bohemian can make that boast."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Brooke laughed. "Bohemians
+mostly acquire bad habits for evening wear.
+But I'm going to cut Bohemianism altogether
+so far as my meals are concerned, and settle<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+down in a <i>pension</i>. Two or three of the girls
+live there, and they report well of it. I also
+made friends while crossing with a girl who
+was being consigned there."</p>
+
+<p>He asked whether she had had a good
+crossing, and whether she were a good sailor.
+Miss Brooke replied that the weather had been
+perfect the whole way and she had enjoyed
+herself, and she proceeded to entertain him by
+relating incidents of the passage. Meanwhile
+the little restaurant had filled, and was nearly
+empty again. They rose at last and settled
+their <i>additions</i>. Paul then noticed that Miss
+Brooke had her painting materials with her,
+and insisted on carrying them so far as her
+school. They stepped out into the sunshine,
+and became aware how fine a day it was.</p>
+
+<p>"The afternoon almost tempts me to cut
+the Beaux Arts," said Paul.</p>
+
+<p>"By the way, how are you getting on
+there?" asked Miss Brooke.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He was only too eager to tell her of his
+progress, and to discuss his chances of a
+medal. He also gave her an account of the
+new friends he had made&mdash;he liked the American
+"boys" very much, was indebted to
+them for endless kindnesses.</p>
+
+<p>"Why didn't you look up Charlie?" she
+asked suddenly.</p>
+
+<p>"How could I?" he asked, annoyed at the
+mention of the man's name, reminding him,
+as it did, of the apparent and inexplicable
+intimacy between the two, and also telling
+him they must already have seen each
+other.</p>
+
+<p>"You could easily have found him if you
+had inquired among the boys. He lives in his
+studio and he has scarcely left it the whole
+time I've been away. By the way, you remember
+Katharine, don't you? She's married
+again. To her editor this time. This is my
+school."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They came to a standstill and faced each
+other to say "good-bye."</p>
+
+<p>"I scarcely feel like working this afternoon,"
+observed Miss Brooke. "My laziness
+really overpowers my ambition. Did you not
+say something before, Mr. Middleton, about
+your being tempted to cut the Beaux Arts?
+Do be nice and yield to that temptation. I
+want to give way to mine so badly, but being
+a woman I daren't do anything unless
+somebody else is doing it at the same
+time."</p>
+
+<p>Paul's fibres of resistance did not relax
+gradually; they collapsed all at once.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," he laughed. "I've been so good
+all along, I think I've earned the right to play
+truant for once."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Middleton! That's bringing morality
+into it again, and I wanted to indulge in undiluted
+wickedness. You have to carry my
+box as I'm sufficiently occupied in holding up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
+my skirts. I'll give you some tea afterwards
+as a reward."</p>
+
+<p>They strolled slowly in the sunshine, making
+for the river and crossing by the Pont des
+Arts; and passed through the Jardins des
+Tuileries, where the freshness of the greens,
+and the playing fountains, and the leafy trees,
+and the pretty children, and the odour of lilac
+proclaimed the spring. They sauntered across
+the Place de la Concorde and into the shady
+avenues of the Champs Elys&eacute;es, where huge
+spots of sunlight freckled the ground; talking
+the while of the life of the city, of the foreign
+elements, of the Old and New Salons. Miss
+Brooke explained how her own day was
+spent. Seven o'clock in the morning found
+her punctually at school, and she worked two
+hours before taking her <i>caf&eacute; au lait</i>, afterwards
+continuing till midday. In the afternoon
+she usually copied and studied at the
+Louvre or Luxembourg. Such had been the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
+routine of her work before, and she had had
+no difficulty in falling into it again. She
+could not hope to exhibit even next year, as
+she could neither afford a studio nor the expense
+of models. At the present she was living
+with some friends at their <i>appartement</i> in
+the Avenue de Wagram. After their departure
+at the end of May she would enter into
+the <i>pension</i>, which was within a stone's
+throw of her school.</p>
+
+<p>Paul, eagerly listening to all these details,
+was only conscious in a far-off way of the
+eternal roll of smart carriages in the roadway,
+or of the multitude of children playing under
+the trees in charge of <i>bonnes</i>, whilst the mammas
+sat about on chairs, chatting, or with
+books or needlework. Onward the pair
+strolled past the Arc de Triomphe and down
+the great Avenue into the Bois de Boulogne,
+only stopping to rest by the laughing lake.
+Here the appeal of the water and the moored<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>
+boats soon became irresistible. They fleeted
+the remainder of the afternoon ideally, till
+Miss Brooke announced it was time to repair
+to the Avenue de Wagram. Paul was
+afraid of her friends&mdash;he was scarcely presentable.</p>
+
+<p>"Be calm, my friend," she reassured
+him. "We shall have a nice little tea all
+to ourselves. The others have gone to
+Versailles and are only coming back in
+time to dine. We dine <i>chez nous</i>, as we
+have a <i>bonne</i> who cooks. Of course I
+can't be in to <i>d&eacute;jeuner</i>, as the distance is
+too great from my school. You must come
+one evening and I'll present you."</p>
+
+<p>He thanked her for the suggestion, glad
+to welcome every arrangement that promised
+in any way to throw their lives together,
+for he had been not a little afraid he might
+not after all have the opportunity of seeing
+very much of her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>As Miss Brooke made the tea in
+the pretty drawing room of the cosy flat,
+Paul began to realise with surprise how
+much progress their friendship had made
+in that one day. His dream had turned
+out true! He was so happy that the consciousness
+of all but the moment faded
+from him. London, his mother, Celia,
+and even chess were for the time absolutely
+non-existent. "Charlie," too, was
+forgotten, as the obnoxious name had
+not again dropped from Miss Brooke's
+lips.</p>
+
+<p>He took his leave at last, filled with joy
+by Miss Brooke's promise to run in on the
+morrow to <i>d&eacute;jeuner</i> at the same little restaurant.
+But as he turned from the broad
+stairway into the hall, he almost collided
+in his pre-occupation with a tall well-dressed
+man. Both murmured "<i>Pardon!</i>"
+and pursued their ways. Paul had seen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
+the other's face, but he had taken several
+steps forward before the features sank
+into his brain, and he realised with a
+great shock they were those of "Charlie."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">However</span>, Miss Brooke said nothing to
+him about Charlie in the days that followed,
+though he saw her often. Without it being
+specially mentioned again, it was somehow
+understood they were, for the present, to
+meet at mid-day at the little restaurant, and,
+moreover, she allowed him to take her several
+times to the two Salons. He might
+easily have dragged in references to Pemberton,
+but he felt it would not be right
+to do so for the mere purpose of discovering
+what it would have been an impertinence
+to demand outright.</p>
+
+<p>And the more his <i>camaraderie</i> with Miss
+Brooke became an established fact, the more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
+did this question of Charlie disturb him.
+He had discovered by this time that a
+harmless friendship between a man and a
+girl was by no means unusual among the
+students and was not necessarily assumed
+to imply matrimonial intentions. He knew,
+moreover, that such friendships grew rapidly
+on this soil where the English-speaking students
+gravitated together during the years
+of their voluntary exile. But, if this thought
+pacified him as to Miss Brooke and Charlie,
+the very pacification carried with it a sting.
+For it led to the further tormenting suspicion
+that Miss Brooke did not take the
+relationship between her and himself as
+seriously as he would have liked her to.
+Her conduct and bearing towards him were
+all he could wish, yet he seemed to feel
+behind them a stern limit to the intimacy,
+a barrier, as it were, that might bear on
+its face: "I am put here by way of giving<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
+you a reminder you are not to make
+any mistakes as to the extent of your
+rights over this property."</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes, indeed, in envisaging the
+position, he came to the conclusion that
+this was entirely due to his own imagination
+and that he might safely ask her to
+share his life. But at that point uncertainty
+would rise again, warning him that to
+make any such impulsive proposition just
+then might be to jeopardise the future of
+his romance. The remembrance of the distress
+caused him by his effort to determine
+the precise degree of Celia's claim on
+him by reason of his having engaged her
+for five dances in the same evening intruded
+in grotesque contrast now that he
+was endeavouring to determine the precise
+degree of his claim on Miss Brooke.</p>
+
+<p>Despite these prickings, and despite
+Charlie, sweetness predominated in his life.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>
+He felt untrammelled and unwatched over,
+recalling with a shudder the old strands that
+had tethered him. Though he wrote regularly
+to his mother, whom he had seen twice
+last autumn, on her way southward and on
+her return, all reference to Miss Brooke was
+excluded from his letters. He would not
+discuss his relation to her with anybody
+else, foreseeing that would only lead to a
+deal of useless and perhaps endless talk.</p>
+
+<p>After Miss Brooke had moved to the <i>pension</i>,
+where she had arranged to take all
+her meals, he no longer saw her every
+day. But it was understood he could take
+his chance of finding her at home whenever
+he chose to call in the evenings.
+She generally received him in her little
+oblong sitting-room on the second floor,
+that opened out on a pleasant balcony,
+overlooking the street. He soon grew to
+love this room, to the decorations of which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
+she had added a huge Japanese umbrella,
+which hung from the ceiling, and two Japanese
+lights, and a piece of Oriental tapestry,
+besides her personal nicknacks. Paul's usual
+lounging-place, whilst Miss Brooke gave him
+his after-dinner coffee, was an old cretonne-covered
+ottoman, on which a broken spring
+made a curious hump, and over his head
+were suspended some book-shelves. Now
+and again he would find other callers, of
+both sexes, for Miss Brooke was "at
+home" once a week to all her friends.
+Of course, Paul did not abuse his privilege,
+but firmly restricted the number of his visits.
+Occasionally, too, he had the happiness of
+taking her to dine at some one or other
+of the great caf&eacute;s on the Grands Boulevards,
+and they would stroll back together
+along the river bank, enchanted by the
+wonderful nocturnes. On Sunday sometimes,
+they would make an excursion beyond<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
+the fortifications to some rural spot,
+she taking her paint-box and sketching
+lazily whilst they talked; and if, on rare
+afternoons, he left his work, and looked in
+at the Luxembourg to find her deftly plying
+her brush in her big blue coarse linen
+apron, with its capacious pockets, she
+seemed by no means displeased.</p>
+
+<p>Every legitimate topic was talked over
+between them. He had long since exhausted
+the theme of his own life, that
+is, he had told it so far as he cared to
+tell it. Celia, for one thing, did not appear
+in it, and there were one or two little matters
+he was especially careful to suppress.
+He felt vaguely saint-like, when, in the
+course of this judicious selection from his
+biography, he arrived at his slumming experiences,
+and hinted at his charities, which
+were being continued during his absence.
+Miss Brooke repaid the confidence in kind,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
+enabling him, by her various reminiscences,
+to reconstruct a fairly continuous account of
+her existence, which, it never struck him,
+might also be selected.</p>
+
+<p>They drifted, too, into the realm of ideas,
+exchanging their notions on&mdash;among other
+things&mdash;love and platonic friendship. They
+discussed the last-mentioned phenomenon in
+great detail, Paul, aflame with self-consciousness,
+but quite unable to pierce beneath the
+sphinx-like demeanour with which Miss
+Brooke made her impartial and freezingly
+impersonal statements. From ideas they
+passed on to the consideration of conduct
+and how it should be determined under
+divers subtle conditions.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, but don't you really think that
+one <i>ought</i> to listen to such an appeal
+<i>if</i>.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;.&nbsp;," she would gravely interpose
+with her sweet voice as her brush made
+sensuous strokes on the canvas. And Paul<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
+became more and more impressed with the
+nobility of her soul, and strove likewise&mdash;as
+was but natural in the circumstances&mdash;to
+impress her with the nobility of his. He
+usually felt ethically perfect after such conversations,
+and, had the occasion immediately
+arisen, it would have found him equal
+to acting along the lines of the "ought"
+laid down by Miss Brooke. He imagined
+that he certainly was receiving endless
+benefit from this threshing out of things
+with a quick and sympathetic personality.</p>
+
+<p>So ran by a couple of months, "Charlie"
+continuing to be the chief cause of disturbance
+in Paul's existence. The two men had
+by now met several times at Miss Brooke's,
+had saluted civilly, but had little to say to
+each other. Paul felt sure his hatred was
+returned, and neither showed the least disposition
+to become better acquainted. Neither
+asked the other to dine or drink, or play<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
+billiards, or even to walk with him, and if
+rarely they passed in the street a nod was
+all they exchanged. The lines of their lives
+occasionally met in a point, but never ran
+together.</p>
+
+<p>The enmity between them only became
+irksome when no others were present, but
+never did Miss Brooke herself manifest the
+least suspicion of it. Whatever the relation
+between Miss Brooke and Pemberton, it
+never seemed to interfere in practice with
+the relation between Miss Brooke and himself.
+She alluded to "Charlie" in her talk
+much more freely than heretofore, but always
+apropos, always impersonally, just as
+she might casually mention Katharine, who
+was so happy now. Charlie had such and
+such a habit, such and such a way of looking
+at things, such and such ideas of art.</p>
+
+<p>But Paul's jealousy grew till he became
+well-nigh intolerable to himself. It made him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span>
+resort to underhand watchings, from the mere
+thought of which, in saner moments, he
+shrank with shame and remorse. But he had
+thus ascertained that Charlie was, if anything,
+a more frequent visitor than himself, and had
+less scruples in the matter of standing on ceremony.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">One</span> night Paul was at the Opera when he
+caught sight of Miss Brooke and Pemberton
+with her. His evening was spoilt and he left
+at once. He felt both angry and hurt, for he
+had seen her for a few minutes in the afternoon,
+and she had said nothing about her
+plans for the evening beyond warning him it
+was highly probable she might not be at
+home.</p>
+
+<p>The climax had come. He was determined
+that things should not continue as they
+were. If Miss Brooke simply regarded their
+connection as a mere students' companionship,
+agreeable to both parties but strictly temporary,
+then he must end it immediately. Miss<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+Brooke must at once be made aware of what
+this friendship meant to him. What he had
+so far deemed inexpedient seemed to him
+the only expediency&mdash;to stake all on one
+coup.</p>
+
+<p>In the stress of the crisis the prejudices
+that were his by inheritance and teaching,
+and that his new life had caused to slumber,
+asserted themselves again, crying aloud
+against these friendships. Miss Brooke ought
+never to have expected him to be proof
+against that sort of thing, of which he had
+never had experience. Pemberton might be
+able and content to flutter round without hurt,
+but he himself had been a lost man from the
+beginning.</p>
+
+<p>It soothed him to map out the future as he
+wished it to be, and all seemed so natural and
+reasonable that, if she cared for him in the
+least, she could not but admit his views on
+every point. He felt himself filled with an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
+infinite longing, an infinite tenderness. He
+would surround her with his love so that
+escape from it should be impossible. It should
+permeate every fibre of her being, and she
+should in the end come to him and give up
+everything to fulfil the duties of a wife, presiding
+over his household, absorbing herself in
+his career, and giving all her thought to the
+unity their two lives would constitute. Of
+course, she could paint in such time as was
+left to her, and any glory she might achieve
+would redound to the credit of his name.
+Still when a woman had once become a wife,
+he argued, her ambition generally faded.
+Wifehood was absorbing. Greater glory than
+that of being a perfect wife there could
+not be.</p>
+
+<p>A few days later, when his emotion had
+somewhat calmed down, and he could trust
+himself sufficiently to see her, he called at the
+<i>pension</i>, but, as had happened occasionally<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+from the beginning, he did not find her at
+home. So the next morning he sent her a
+great heterogeneous mass of flowers with the
+half-jesting, half-reproachful hope they might
+meet with better fortune than he. Whereupon
+he immediately received a letter explaining
+she had passed the previous evening with
+some very nice people in the Avenue Kl&eacute;ber,
+and announcing her intention of taking him
+there on the morrow. Would he dine early
+and call for her? She thanked him for the
+flowers in a postscript, saying they had transformed
+her room into a veritable bower.</p>
+
+<p>At the time appointed he climbed the well-known
+two flights of stairs and the <i>bonne</i>
+showed him into the little room, saying <i>mademoiselle</i>
+would join him "in a little minute."
+Several big minutes passed, and then the
+door-hanging was pushed aside and Miss
+Brooke stood smiling at him. She had always
+appealed to his &aelig;sthetic side, giving him the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+sense of contemplating an exquisite piece of
+art-work; but the particular impression he
+had to-night differed from all previous ones.
+Her figure seemed slenderer in its black net
+evening dress, covered with bead-work that
+glistened with a wonderful shading of green
+into blue and blue into green. Above the turquoise-blue
+velvet trimming of the bodice, her
+long neck made a dazzling whiteness, and her
+face looked pink and babyish, whilst her curls
+lay about with just a shade more severity than
+usual. She wore a necklace of turquoises set
+in antique gold, and in her hair was a big gold
+comb inset with the same stones, irregularly
+cut. The note of colour thus given made her
+blue eyes appear like two large jewels amid
+the constellation. Paul told himself he had
+never realised before <i>how</i> beautiful those eyes
+were. The lightly-parted lips intensified the
+babyishness, so that she ceased to be the independent,
+self-willed girl, fitting in rather<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
+with that other conception he had lingered on
+as the ideal she might develop into as his wife&mdash;a
+woman clinging to her husband and glad
+of his strength.</p>
+
+<p>He was sure he saw her now as she really
+was. The conditions of her life were alone to
+blame for forcing on her the necessity of a
+career. Woman's true sphere was the home.
+An outside existence subjected to hardening
+influences a delicate soul whose very nature
+was to thirst for tender nurture and love.
+Such had always been his mother's conviction;
+such was his fervent belief. The association
+of Miss Brooke with money-earning
+seemed an ugly blot on the universe.</p>
+
+<p>There seemed, too, a tenderer, more intimate
+quality in her voice, and a sort of clinging
+in her touch as she went down the
+stairway with her hand on his arm. That forbidding
+barrier of which he had always been
+conscious had vanished!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"It's the McCook's last 'At-Home,'" she
+explained, as the <i>voiture</i> began to move.
+"They are such nice people&mdash;I'm sure you'll
+like them. Dora's an old college chum of
+mine, and she's asked me to stay with her to-night.
+Dora and I chat such a deal when we
+get together, and we always enjoy sitting up
+nice and quiet by ourselves after everybody
+else has gone. I told her you would
+escort me home, but she seemed quite
+shocked at the idea. As if you haven't escorted
+me back from the theatre! Dora has
+become quite conventional since her marriage.
+She used to argue with her mother and do
+pretty well as she liked not so very long ago.
+Now I believe her mother shocks her sometimes.
+She's leaving with her husband in a
+few days for Perros-Guirec, and they're going
+to take me with them."</p>
+
+<p>Her words rang with a childlike joy. He
+asked where Perros-Guirec was in a voice that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
+was somewhat desolate at the prospect of losing
+her.</p>
+
+<p>"It's in Brittany&mdash;a whole day's journey
+from Paris. I was there two years ago, and
+sketched most of the time. Everybody is
+thinking of leaving now, the heat will soon be
+getting unbearable. The Grand Prix has been
+run, the Battle of Flowers has been fought,
+and the All&eacute;e de Longchamps is deserted. All
+the smart people are in <i>vill&eacute;giature</i>. How
+nice is the evening after the sultry day!"</p>
+
+<p>They were passing through the Boulevard
+St. Germain. Miss Brooke was sitting just
+close enough to Paul for them to touch with
+the swaying of the carriage. He felt singularly
+happy. The hushed sounds of the city
+over which the dusk hung mystic came to
+him like a soft sustained tone of music; its
+lights gleamed in upon them with magic rays.
+He was conscious of the great dark masses of
+palaces, of shadowy pedestrians moving noiselessly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+on the side-paths. No fever in the air
+now, only a far-reaching calm.</p>
+
+<p>"The night makes one almost sorry to
+leave Paris," resumed Miss Brooke. Her voice
+made the harmonies sweeter, blending them
+all into one perfect harmony.</p>
+
+<p>"But the breezes, and the woods, and the
+rye-fields, and the farm-houses with their delicious
+old oak presses, and the kind-hearted
+people, and the quaint children who love to
+watch you sketch and see you squeeze the
+paint out of the tubes&mdash;the memory of all
+these things draws you back to them. I long
+for Brittany almost as much as I once longed
+to leave everything and everybody and be just
+myself&mdash;and by myself. It seems so long ago
+now."</p>
+
+<p>She had almost unconsciously moved
+closer to him now.</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you tell me when that was&mdash;Lisa?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It was the first time he had dared to call
+her by this name. In his longing to utter it in
+articulate speech it had rushed to the tip of his
+tongue.</p>
+
+<p>"It was three years ago&mdash;before I came
+here. Every place had associations that hurt
+me. I wanted to get away&mdash;to work, work,
+work. I seemed to hate everybody. So I
+came here, and for months I thought I was as
+hard as a stone. Then one day I found myself
+angry with a girl&mdash;a fellow-student&mdash;and I
+was quite surprised to find I could feel at all.
+And then I was suddenly glad I was a human
+being again."</p>
+
+<p>Her voice melted away into the vast
+murmur of the soft-twinkling city. Beyond
+the fact that he was selfishly glad she had
+had trouble&mdash;it afforded him the exquisite
+pleasure of sympathy&mdash;there was no active
+thought in him now, no estimation of the
+position. His soul alone dominated; it had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>
+been moved to responsiveness and it now
+wrought out its mood, subtly surrounding
+her, he felt, with its comfort.</p>
+
+<p>They crossed the mysterious, glistening
+river, and came upon the myriad flame-points
+of the Place de la Concorde. They
+turned into the Champs Elys&eacute;es betwixt
+woods enchanted by the sorcerer Night;
+catching glimpses of palaces of light amid
+the trees whence melody came floating,
+mingled with the incense of the summer.</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you tell me, Lisa&mdash;that is, if
+you think you can trust me."</p>
+
+<p>It was sweet to exercise the privilege of
+calling her "Lisa." He felt it was his for
+always now.</p>
+
+<p>"I know I can trust you, Paul. Would
+you really care to hear? Of course you
+would," she continued quickly, giving him
+no time to reply. "What a silly question
+for me to ask! Still there is little to tell!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+I loved a man. We were to be married.
+His mind was poisoned against me by an
+enemy. He was harsh and unjust. A few
+words sum all up. He is married to another.
+A commonplace chapter, is it not?
+But to have lived through it&mdash;to have lived
+through it!"</p>
+
+<p>He grew dazed and white. "To have
+lived through it!" Those simple words
+seemed to his comprehending mood athrob
+with the sobbing of great grief.</p>
+
+<p>"But you do not love him now?" he
+breathed.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no! All is over now. But I
+brooded and brooded and thought&mdash;the experience
+made me a woman. Life is a serious
+thing to me now. I feel better and
+stronger for what I have suffered. But the
+memory remains."</p>
+
+<p>"You have nothing to reproach yourself
+with, Lisa. Surely there are happier memories<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+in store for you. It is for you but to
+shape the future."</p>
+
+<p>He longed for her impulsive "How?"
+and had his answer ready. It seemed a
+strange thing, but this confession of a past
+love, this telling of a great sorrow in her
+life, had wrought a spell upon him. His
+eyes were full of tears. In that moment
+his love for her seemed to have increased
+a thousandfold. The surprise with which
+the revelation had overwhelmed him was
+lost in the rush of pity. She had suffered,
+and by his love he would make everything
+up to her.</p>
+
+<p>But now there came a sudden change,
+slight in its outward manifestation, but felt
+by him like a chill blast, for his soul vibrated
+to hers, registering every subtle
+shade of her mood. She did not speak
+immediately, and he knew that moment of
+silence was fatal.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They had passed the round point of the
+Champs Elys&eacute;es, and the woods and gardens
+had ended. Only the giant <i>h&ocirc;tels</i>
+rose on either hand. There seemed more
+carriages darting about now, a greater
+movement of life, a general sense of disenchantment
+in the air, of an awakening
+from a dream to the clattering reality of
+things. Paul realised that the spell was
+broken.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Brooke had turned her head for a
+moment to look through the window.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall be there in two or three
+minutes now," she said, as a sort of natural
+outcome of her ascertaining their exact
+whereabouts. "I am afraid I must
+rather have depressed you. It is scarcely
+courteous to our hostess for us to arrive
+in so gloomy a mood."</p>
+
+<p>She gave a little laugh which set his
+every nerve a-tingle, so certainly did its<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+ring lack the appealing quality that had
+brought him so close to her. It seemed
+to thrust him back abruptly and brutally.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me, Paul, haven't you ever had
+any love affairs?" she went on to ask, and
+there was a suspicion of banter in her tone.
+"I've told you all about my tragedy, now
+tell me about yours or all yours. I know
+we've told each other all our lives before,
+but of course we both bowdlerized. The
+most interesting parts have yet to be
+told."</p>
+
+<p>As she had asked him a direct question
+he felt constrained to answer it. He found
+himself considering whether his relation to
+Celia need count as a love affair, but he
+was so convinced he had never been in
+love with her at all that he decided he
+could leave her out without doing violence
+to his conscience. Altogether there had been
+in his life two very minor and foolish amourettes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
+that might have became entanglements;
+one with a barmaid when he was
+in the lawyer's office, some of the clerks
+having persuaded him the girl "was gone
+on him," the other with a simple maiden of
+sixteen, the daughter of a market gardener,
+which idyll had proceeded at his father's
+country seat. Paul told the latter&mdash;it was
+a boyish passion that had come to nothing
+and stood for nothing in his life; the former
+he was ashamed of. "I proposed to her
+and gave her a mortal fright. She was so
+scared she ran away. We were both shamefaced
+when we met again, and my spurt of
+pluck was at an end. I dared not say another
+word to her, and somehow we drifted
+out of being sweethearts. I was barely nineteen
+at the time."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Brooke laughed again heartily, but
+Paul only felt the gloomier.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me some more, please. You put<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+me into quite a cheerful humour. What
+was your next love affair?"</p>
+
+<p>She had resumed her old militant badinage.</p>
+
+<p>"There is nothing more in my biography
+that is likely to entertain you," he answered
+evasively.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it so bad as that, Paul? I think you
+might tell me all the same. I'm not easily
+shocked."</p>
+
+<p>"You mistake me. I have told you all,"
+he replied, driven to the lie direct.</p>
+
+<p>"Come, come, Mr. Paul. In a woman
+one might expect such a want of candour.
+But suppose I tell you <i>my</i> other affairs&mdash;will
+that encourage you to tell me yours? Is it
+a bargain?"</p>
+
+<p>"Your other affairs?" he repeated.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you imagine I've had only one in
+my life? That's paying me a very poor
+compliment. This is our destination."</p>
+
+<p>"Why do you tease me, Lisa?" he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span>
+asked, as they descended. He was relieved
+that the drive had come to an end. It
+had been a trying time for him. He wondered
+what it was all coming to? Just
+when the critical moment had come she
+had practically inhibited him from speaking.
+She was a strange, baffling girl, and he was
+helpless in her hands.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not teasing you, I simply want to
+finish my confessions. You must dance
+three dances with me, and talk to me a
+lot after. Perhaps I shall succeed in softening
+you and then you'll be more tractable.
+We dance till midnight. After that we sup
+and converse till dawn. It seems there are
+special complications and permissions for
+dancing and music in the small hours, as one's
+neighbours above and below are apt to want
+to sleep just then. Dora shirked the bother,
+especially as her French is so weak and
+her husband's worse."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They went up the stairway and were
+warmly welcomed by Mrs. McCook. It
+was a pleasant gathering of nice-looking
+men and pretty girls, but Paul was only
+half alive to it. To him it was scarcely
+more than a mere background for the further
+development of his drama. So far he
+took these further love-affairs of Miss Brooke
+as the purest make-believe, but all the same
+he was curiously uneasy and anxious to
+hear what she had in mind to tell him.</p>
+
+<p>When he could talk to her again, he
+could discover no trace in her manner of
+her having lived through with him a supreme
+emotional moment. The softness
+that had given him a glimpse of infinite
+love, and which he had perhaps hoped
+might reveal itself again, was absent; in its
+place the old niceness and the frank friendliness
+of comradeship, and with them the
+old warning to him to stand back. She<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+proceeded to give him the promised account
+of her various lovers in a light, mocking
+mood.</p>
+
+<p>"I began very early, much earlier than
+your simple country maiden. My memories
+of childhood are rather hazy, but I should
+say I must have had a lover before I was
+out of my cradle. But I was thirteen before
+my heart was really moved. Since
+then I have been in love with so many
+men that I really can't remember half of
+them. However, I'll try and pick out those
+that affected me most seriously at the time.
+The first one was really a very nice schoolboy.
+His idea of love-making was to feed me
+incessantly with candy, which he did for a
+whole year till I fell a victim to the charms
+of another boy. The two fought. Both
+emerged from the combat with black eyes,
+which rather spoilt their beauty, and therefore
+killed my interest in them. It required<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
+quite an heroic effort, though, to refuse
+their offerings."</p>
+
+<p>"And was this method of love-making
+as satisfying to them as it was to you?"
+asked Paul, beginning to be confirmed in
+his supposition that Miss Brooke was joking.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, we used to have clandestine meetings
+and we used to kiss, of course. That
+made me rather tired of them. They wanted
+to be kissing the whole time."</p>
+
+<p>Paul had a momentary vertigo, though he
+professed by his manner to be listening in the
+same spirit as Miss Brooke narrated.</p>
+
+<p>"The first one was always a nice boy even
+when he grew up and was always ready to
+fall in love with me again. But one fine day
+he got engaged, wrote to tell me about it, and
+asked me to congratulate him. He married.
+That finishes with him.</p>
+
+<p>"The next interesting one was a college<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
+man. I was about sixteen then and at the
+height of my musical ambition. He was
+musical, too, in fact quite an enthusiast. He
+used to pilot me about to concerts and send
+me tickets for the opera. Besides I was struggling
+then with Latin, Greek, and Conic Sections,
+and he used to help me polish off things&mdash;for
+selfish reasons, of course."</p>
+
+<p>"And used you to kiss this time as well?"
+he asked, no longer questioning that he was
+hearing her personal history.</p>
+
+<p>"Only at very sentimental moments," she
+replied, apparently overlooking the mockery
+in his voice. "I was older and a greater expert
+in emotions. One's first experiments are
+necessarily crude. But, to proceed, my cavalier
+lost his head one day and wanted me to
+marry him at once, which was rather absurd.
+So I had to give him his <i>cong&eacute;</i> and accept the
+attentions of a less violent lover. I had always
+a reserve to draw upon, but so long as a man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
+behaved nicely and didn't get altogether unreasonable,
+I let it accumulate. My musical
+friend, however, gave me some trouble. We
+had several stormy interviews, and at last I had
+positively to refuse to see him. One fine day
+he, too, got engaged and wrote to me asking
+me to congratulate him. I know he was divorced
+some time since, but I've completely
+lost sight of him."</p>
+
+<p>At this moment Miss Brooke was led away
+to dance, but was able to join him again before
+very long.</p>
+
+<p>"The next&mdash;&mdash;" were her first words, in
+a mock-solemn, long-drawn-out tone, as she
+took his arm and then she broke into laughter.
+"The next was a tall Southerner with nice
+manners, a soft voice, and a pretty way of
+calling me 'ma'am.' He, too, was musical&mdash;naturally,
+I preferred musical lovers then. The
+Colonel, as everybody called him, literally
+worshipped me, but he was as poor as a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>
+church mouse, and I used to think myself very
+noble to be satisfied to get stuck with him in
+back seats at concert-halls. He went back
+South after graduating, swearing he'd never
+forget me; but, as soon as he'd made his fortune,
+he was coming back to marry me. I
+thought that if the illusion would help him to
+make his fortune, he might as well keep it.
+In any case I should have given him cause to
+be grateful to me. He wrote to me half-a-dozen
+times, then there was a break of some
+months; and, when I had almost forgotten
+him, one fine day I got a letter from him."</p>
+
+<p>"Announcing his engagement and asking
+you to congratulate him," said Paul, with bitterness.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. I think you may take that for
+granted. It is what they all do. Is it any use
+my telling you more? I'm beginning to think
+the recital is getting monotonous. And then
+there are some coming along and I can't remember<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
+the exact order, which came before
+which."</p>
+
+<p>She seemed to hurry over her last words as
+though impatient to be done, and wearied and
+bored by the memory of all these dallyings
+with sentiment. The mocking merriment appeared
+also to have died out of her face and
+voice. She gazed idly at the dancers who, in
+the restricted space, almost constantly brushed
+up against them as they stood pressed close to
+the wall. Paul wondered if he were looking
+haggard. The air of careless merriment he
+had at first forced himself to assume had given
+way, as he listened, to a sort of nervous
+apathy. The one great passion of hers she
+had confided to him had drawn him closer to
+her by its intrinsic dignity. It had appealed
+to his finer nature, stirring it to its very
+depths. But these later revelations of hers revolted
+him by their very pettiness. What had
+her parents been at that such a girl had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>
+allowed to run wild in that fashion? It was
+monstrous she had not been supervised and
+prevented from stooping to these foolish and
+frivolous relations with foolish and frivolous
+men&mdash;men she had allowed to kiss her lips!</p>
+
+<p>The pang that tore him at the image revealed
+to him how powerless he was. He
+glanced at her again as she stood at his side.
+There was a half-sad expression now on her
+face, which had resumed all its babyishness
+again. The lock of hair near her ear lay about
+in a dainty twist. Her lips showed innocent
+and red. To kiss them <i>he</i> would lay down
+his life!</p>
+
+<p>He was shaken; he wanted to sob aloud.
+But he was at a festive gathering. Round,
+round, up and down the room went the
+dancers, shuffling forward with their rapid
+glide, the men bending their long, supple
+bodies, the flowing curves of the women's
+dresses imparting a greater grace to the movement.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>
+The whole scene was dreamy to him.
+His inner thought was the only reality.</p>
+
+<p>Why had she told him, why had she told
+him? he moaned within himself. Then as he
+saw a new softness appear in her face, a
+gleam of comfort came to him. Perhaps it
+had been from motives of conscience and she
+really repented all; perhaps, too, she had
+thought it right to tell him everything before
+allowing him to ask her to be his.</p>
+
+<p>He would overlook all those episodes if
+only she would be his. If even they had been
+more serious, if even she had been a dishonoured
+woman, he knew now he would have
+had no strength not to condone. If any one
+had told him a year ago that he&mdash;Paul&mdash;would
+one day be both willing and eager to make
+such concessions as regards the past of a
+woman he contemplated making his wife, he
+would have denied the statement indignantly
+as a libel on himself.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>She turned suddenly, and their looks met.
+Her face lighted up with a smile. "Come,
+Paul, it's your turn now?"</p>
+
+<p>"My turn!" he echoed, her words for
+the moment startlingly sounding like an invitation
+to take his place in the procession of
+her lovers.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she said. "Who was your
+sweetheart after the gardener's daughter?"</p>
+
+<p>He denied any further love, though hating
+to tell the lie. But Miss Brooke persisted,
+entreating, provoking, urging, coaxing, pouting;
+subtly transforming herself into the
+child with its lovable moods and movements;
+enslaving him, rendering him powerless
+at her will, with this one strange
+exception&mdash;he could be strong enough to
+withhold from her the episode he was
+ashamed of.</p>
+
+<p>"Paul, Paul," she said sternly. "Tell
+the truth. Are you not in love now?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He scarcely dared look at her. He was
+conscious of that lock again and of another
+on her forehead.</p>
+
+<p>"Silence betrays. Did you come to Paris
+for the sake of your architecture or to be
+near me?"</p>
+
+<p>"To be near you, Lisa," he breathed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Although</span> the thought of Lisa's old flirtations
+obtruded and pricked occasionally, Paul
+went about the next morning in a state of
+subdued happiness. A wonderful calm had
+come over him, disturbed only at the moments
+when he had to thrust from him those
+images of other men kissing Lisa's lips.
+Those meaningless loves had been long dead,
+he argued, and, since she had made the confession
+voluntarily at the risk of estranging
+his love, it would be unfair to her for him
+to dwell upon them now.</p>
+
+<p>At the same time he could never have
+conceived the possibility of such a line of
+argument on his part in the days before he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>
+had met Miss Brooke. Love had, indeed,
+set at naught all the principles he had thought
+to abide by&mdash;had made him yield his demand
+for that absolute soul-virginity he had deemed
+the very basis of his choice.</p>
+
+<p>But away with all that now! Her love
+for him was, of a surety, the first that had
+come into her life since her great sorrow.
+As for Pemberton, there had never been the
+slightest sentiment between her and him.
+No doubt the fellow would now take a suitable
+place in the background of their life, and
+they would welcome him as an acquaintance.
+Why should he bear the man animosity?</p>
+
+<p>He could not do any work that morning,
+but strolled hither and thither, getting joyous
+impressions from the sun-lit city. Lisa had
+not only promised to dine in the evening at
+the Caf&eacute; Pousset and afterwards to go with
+him to see a melodrama at the Ambigu,
+most of the other theatres having closed their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>
+doors, but she had given him permission to
+take his holiday at Perros-Guirec during the
+whole two months of her stay there, so that he
+would be virtually one of the party. The
+immediate outlook was, therefore, very agreeable.</p>
+
+<p>He returned to the <i>maison meubl&eacute;e</i> where
+his quarters were, immediately after his mid-day
+meal, and passed the afternoon packing
+away his luggage, which occupation gave
+him the pleasurable feeling that his preparations
+for the happy time to come were in
+full swing. He sang and whistled as he
+worked, his overflowing vigour manifesting
+itself in the bold ornamental letters with
+which he made out the labels for his trunks:
+"Middleton, Paris &agrave; Perros-Guirec." At
+half-past five he began to think of taking
+a stroll before dinner, and was on the
+point of doing so when the <i>concierge</i>
+brought him up a letter with the characteristic<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>
+explanation that it had come in the
+morning, shortly after monsieur had gone out,
+and that he had forgotten about it as monsieur
+passed by before.</p>
+
+<p>Paul recognised his mother's writing, and
+stayed to read it. At first it did not seem
+to contain anything of special importance,
+covering much the same ground as many of
+its predecessors, and dealing with one or
+two business matters. On the third page
+came a reproach that he had allowed three
+weeks go by without writing.</p>
+
+<p>"I can understand," continued his mother,
+"that all those hours of engrossing work
+every day must leave you quite fatigued, my
+poor child. But surely I am very reasonable
+in my demands, and one letter a week is
+not such a very heavy tax on you. Are you
+sure you are not overworking yourself, dear
+Paul? You were always a delicate child,
+and you are certainly not strong enough to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
+go on living in a French hotel, with only
+strangers to look after you. Don't you think
+you ought to take a long holiday now? I
+am going to take Celia to Dieppe&mdash;it has
+all been decided and arranged to-day. The
+poor child has been worried and fretting
+and poorly for a long time past, and sadly
+needs this entire change of scene. Now
+suppose, dear Paul, you come and join us at
+Dieppe. You will be near to me, and I
+can look after you again, if only for a
+couple of months. We shall be starting
+the day after to-morrow, and we shall be
+staying at the H&ocirc;tel de Paris. Write to
+me, dear Paul, direct there, or, better still,
+come down and surprise us. Celia, I am
+sure, will be <i>delighted</i> to see you. I never
+understood what happened between you
+two exactly. You said 'good-bye' so stiffly
+that I made sure you had quarrelled, though
+Celia assures me that was not so. She is a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span>
+dear, good girl, and I love her as if she
+were my own daughter."</p>
+
+<p>Of course he couldn't go. What a bother
+to have to refuse! Why had they just fixed
+on Dieppe when they might have gone to
+Norway or taken a jaunt up to Scotland!
+And then, too, confound it! they might even
+make a descent upon him at Perros-Guirec,
+for he would have to tell his mother that
+was the place where he had already arranged
+to spend his holiday with friends.
+He must discuss the matter with Lisa before
+replying to her or telling her of his
+intended marriage.</p>
+
+<p>But he had scarcely time to digest the
+letter before the man brought him up another
+which the postman had just left. This
+time the writing was Lisa's. What could
+she have to write to him about if it were
+not to postpone the evening's engagement?
+His nervous fingers tore at the envelope.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Paul</span>.&mdash;Please don't come for me
+this evening, and, indeed, you must never
+come for me again. In writing this I am
+acting the part of a very good friend to
+you, and it is as a very good friend I
+should like you to remember me, as I shall
+always remember you.&mdash;Yours sincerely,</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+"<span class="smcap">Elizabeth Brooke</span>."<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>So all was over! Behind the simplicity
+of the words he perceived a terrible inexorableness.
+If only she had signed "Lisa,"
+it would not have crushed him so much;
+but the "Elizabeth Brooke" was paralyzing.</p>
+
+<p>When his hand was steady enough, he
+wrote:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Lisa</span>:&mdash;Need I say your note has
+quite stunned me? Won't you give me a
+word of explanation?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Paul</span>."</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The concierge's boy delivered this at Miss
+Brooke's <i>pension</i>.</p>
+
+<p>He scarcely knew how he got through
+the night. Every now and again he woke
+up and tossed about; and when he did
+lose consciousness, he had a sense of a
+grey infinity in which there was a great
+chasm. He wanted to rush to it to close it up,
+but was held back by some strange power.</p>
+
+<p>The morning's post brought him Miss
+Brooke's reply.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Paul</span>.&mdash;I am glad your letter is
+so sensible and to the point. Of course I
+owe you an explanation, but I want you
+not to insist on it, because I fear it will
+hurt you too much. The pain it would
+give me I deserve.&mdash;Yours,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Lisa</span>."
+</p></div>
+
+<p>He found this note infinitely softer than
+the first and was encouraged to write again.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Lisa</span>.&mdash;I am not strong enough to
+face the punishment unless I know my sin.
+The pain of listening to you can be nothing
+to the pain of this horrible gap in my
+mind. Won't you let me see you&mdash;for the
+last time? Remember it is only a day
+since you told me you loved me. Don't
+refuse.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Paul</span>."</p></div>
+
+<p>To which came the reply by his own
+messenger.</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>"<span class="smcap">Dear Paul</span>.&mdash;Come this evening at eight
+and you will find me alone.&mdash;Yours,</p>
+
+<div class='sig'>
+"<span class="smcap">Lisa</span>."<br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>All day long he nerved himself for the
+interview. He would rehearse nothing, anticipate
+nothing. When the time came, he
+would speak straight from his heart. Perhaps
+he might yet move her.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Miss Brooke</span> received him with the same
+cheery frankness as of yore, gave him a
+quick hand-shake, and installed him in his
+old place on the knobby-springed ottoman
+beneath the hanging book-shelves. The
+little table was laid, as usual, for after-dinner
+coffee, and the small copper kettle
+was boiling over a spirit-lamp. She was
+the first to speak.</p>
+
+<p>"You were right, Paul. I have been
+thinking a good deal, and I have come to
+agree with you that we ought to have a
+last talk together. I am sensible that I am
+a thoroughly unscrupulous person&mdash;please
+don't contradict me, I mean it in sober<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span>
+earnest&mdash;but I am not without my redeeming
+moments, and so it happens I feel I
+ought to make my apology to you before
+we part. Apology! That is a very weak
+word to use after my immoral behaviour
+towards you. I mean to talk to you very
+openly, in fact, I am going to confess the
+whole extent of my misconduct. Only I
+want you to believe that to do so will
+hurt me if possible even more than you.
+I really do want your sympathy very
+badly, Paul, although I know I don't deserve
+it."</p>
+
+<p>Her beautiful face was grave, and her
+voice a shade anxious. In her eyes was
+an expression of sincerity that compelled
+acceptance.</p>
+
+<p>"I know you will make me understand
+everything, Lisa," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"You must withhold your judgment till
+I have finished. I am going to be absolutely<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
+candid, though I am not sure whether I
+have ever succeeded in telling the truth
+about things, the whole truth, and nothing
+but the truth, even to myself. One shrinks
+from laying bare the causes and motives
+of one's thoughts and conduct, even when
+no other eye is looking. But I should feel
+myself quite vile now if I concealed the least
+thing from you."</p>
+
+<p>"One can over-accentuate the baseness
+of one's motives as well as cover it up,"
+he suggested.</p>
+
+<p>"It is very kind of you, Paul, to try and
+spare me. But please save up your mercy;
+I warn you I shall be sadly in need of it
+later on. To come to facts now, Paul, I
+have tried to victimise you from the beginning.
+I have dissembled and told you
+lies throughout. I have systematically acted
+a part. I have never loved you."</p>
+
+<p>He tried to make some articulation, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span>
+not a muscle moved. He sat as if turned
+to stone.</p>
+
+<p>"That first evening we met I knew I
+had turned your head, and I could see at
+once you were inexperienced with women
+as surely as if the fact had been branded
+upon you. I had heard somebody point
+you out and say you were worth fifteen
+thousand pounds a year, and, as afterwards
+you yourself told me you were rich, any
+doubt I might have had on the point was
+removed. My own poverty had just been
+painfully brought home to me, for I had
+been forced to leave Paris for want of
+money at the very moment my ambition
+began to look reasonable. I was feeling
+particularly bitter about it as there was no
+certainty at all of my being able to come
+back here. Poppa's savings had all gone
+in starting me with a good stock of dresses
+and keeping me here two years. He had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>
+hoped to be able to do more for me, but
+he could only send me my passage-money.
+Fifteen or even ten thousand pounds a year
+is a great temptation to a poor girl. Chance
+had never yet thrown in my way a really
+rich suitor, and there was I, at the moment
+of meeting him, almost on the eve of departure,
+with very little money in my pocket
+and indebted to the kindness of a lady for
+her invitation to stay the month in London.
+She had taken my room for me as she could
+not accommodate me at her own house.
+You see how poor I was! I set myself
+puzzling in the coolest possible way as to
+how I could get you. Instinct as well as
+the ease with which I had bewitched you
+told me there were romantic possibilities in
+you, of which you had scarcely any suspicion
+and which might easily be played
+upon. And a plan formed at once in my
+mind in the ultimate success of which I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span>
+had the fullest confidence. To put the idea
+into your head that we meet again here in
+a year's time was to appeal to your romantic
+side. That is why I mentioned the Beaux
+Arts to you&mdash;your love for architecture made
+my game easy. I was now determined that
+nothing should stand in the way of my returning
+to Paris, that poppa somehow must
+raise the necessary money&mdash;even if he ran
+into debt. Happily he was able to send me
+back and to see his way clear to keep me
+going as long as I chose to stay."</p>
+
+<p>Miss Brooke paused a moment and poured
+out Paul's coffee, which, however, he let stand
+untouched.</p>
+
+<p>"Everything turned out just as I had calculated,"
+she continued, after taking a sip at
+her own. "You had carried me in your mind
+the whole time, and you had been waiting for
+me and counting on my coming. So far I
+was delighted. For a time all went smoothly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
+You were mine completely. But then an unforeseen
+force began suddenly to act on the position.
+My old enthusiasm for my work came
+back, and with it my old mad ambitions. Do
+you know what first gave me those mad ambitions?
+You shall hear in a moment. Anyway,
+my old intolerance against anything like
+dependence rose up in me. I wanted to make
+a great name and a great deal of money, all by
+myself. A picture by a great master&mdash;we admired
+it together at the salon&mdash;had just sold
+for thirty thousand dollars, and that inflamed
+me. No woman painter has yet existed of
+absolutely the first rank; one and all have
+been influenced, more or less, by a man. I
+wanted to be the first woman whose work
+should be absolutely great, absolutely original.
+I wanted the honour for America, for I am
+proud of being an American woman. But you
+were on the spot, and I had only to move my
+little finger to get you. You were an eternal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>
+temptation. Don't you think I knew you
+were jealous of Charlie? He has been in love
+with me ever since I first came here; but,
+poor devil, he only just manages to get along,
+and is only too glad if he's not behindhand
+with his studio rent. The reason I allowed
+him to hang round so much was partly because
+he had become a habit of mine, and
+partly to help me not to be tempted to give
+you too much of my company.</p>
+
+<p>"I really wanted to fight against the
+temptation of your money, but more for my
+own sake than yours. In the first place I did
+not love you. And in the second, I could
+read your nature like a book. Your ideas and
+mine would never go together. I wanted a
+husband who would be content with such
+moments of love as I could spare him out of
+my career; to whom I could go for love when
+I wanted love; who would be content to live
+out his own life and leave me to work out<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>
+mine. I do not want to be kept by my husband&mdash;rather
+than that I should prefer to keep
+him. All my rooted independence had sprung
+up as by magic the moment I took up my
+brush and palette again and looked at the
+model. Your notions were far too primitive
+for me. You would have allowed me to go
+on with my art as a concession&mdash;to do credit
+to your name, perhaps. You would have
+looked upon my pictures as sacred, to be
+hung in your house and worshipped by you
+before your guests; I should have wanted to
+sell them, to convert them into dollars.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you wonder now I was strong
+enough to hesitate? I was only too glad
+when Dora said she was going to carry me off
+to Perros-Guirec. It would take me away
+from you and&mdash;temptation. Then you sent
+me those flowers. I was touched. Not by
+the flowers, but by the train of thought they
+set going. The ghost of my conscience came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span>
+up, suggesting I should be treating you badly,
+seeing 'you had 'em so bad.' And then you
+had, say, ten thousand pounds a year! That,
+I suppose, had something to do with the rising
+of the phantom. So I determined to take you
+to Dora's&mdash;of course, she replied at once she
+would be pleased to welcome you&mdash;and I
+made up my mind, half to amuse myself, that
+I would make you propose in the cab on the
+way to her. I could read you through and
+through, and knew your every thought. So
+far I had kept you at a perceptible distance,
+now it pleased me to draw you close to me,
+and to see you obey without my uttering a
+single word of command. I told you about
+my old engagement just then because it gave
+me a sensation of daring. I calculated on stirring
+the romance and chivalry in you still
+more deeply. The experiment was risky&mdash;but
+it succeeded. You responded like a good
+ship to its helm. Then for the first time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span>
+since I had known you, Paul, I suffered remorse&mdash;real
+remorse. Why it came just
+then I have never been able to make out,
+but all of a sudden I was dreadfully sorry
+for you.</p>
+
+<p>"I saw clearly that even if I <i>had</i> loved
+you, our lives could never harmonise; that
+after the first honeymoon cooings, the conflict
+of wills and ideas would inevitably set in, and
+we should both be utterly and hopelessly miserable.
+But I did <i>not</i> love you, and I felt myself
+in a terrible dilemma. You were on the
+point of speaking, and the only thing I could
+think of to stop you, and to stop you for
+always, was to tell you my early flirtations.
+I was hoping to play on your prejudices and
+set you against me. I was true to myself then;
+I was throwing away&mdash;how many thousands
+a year?</p>
+
+<p>"But I caused you suffering to no purpose,
+and, as I realised nothing would make you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>
+desist, the temptation of all those thousands
+came upon me again. I argued I was
+the stronger personality of the two, and I
+should be able to manage you&mdash;easily. Curious
+how I accentuated the 'easily,' and
+twisted my arguments to suit it. There was
+little to do&mdash;I just pulled the wire and the
+puppet worked. You'll forgive me for calling
+you a puppet, Paul, but you were one, you
+know.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps now you will begin to understand
+how I felt the next morning. I really
+liked you, Paul, and I had done you so great a
+wrong from the very moment of our first
+meeting. I had not cried for more than three
+years, Paul, but I cried then. The situation
+was desperate, and there was nothing for it
+but to apply a desperate remedy.</p>
+
+<p>"I have not told you all. I have purposely
+kept back something to the end. If I had
+mingled it with the rest it would have been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span>
+lost, and as it is my only claim on your sympathy,
+I have kept it for use by itself. It is
+unfortunate that even here I have to begin
+with the confession of another lie, but I have
+already confessed to so many, I am hoping
+that one more won't make me sink any lower
+in your estimation. Besides, my motive in
+telling it was good. I refer to my old engagement
+The fact was true, but the details I
+gave you were false. I had intended telling
+you the truth, but somehow it stuck on my
+lips. I felt I ought never to have used so
+sacred an experience for such a purpose. I
+<i>had</i> to invent a lie as I went on. But I cut it
+as short as I could.</p>
+
+<p>"I did love the man as, it seemed to me,
+no woman could have loved a man before.
+He was almost penniless, but I did not mind
+that. I would have married him, and he
+would not have interfered with my ambitions.
+He would have been content to have me live<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span>
+away from him whilst I worked according to
+my own spirit, and developed the gifts he was
+the first to discover in me. For he was a
+painter, too; had starved to get a training in
+Europe, had starved while getting it. To help
+us get a start I was content at first to absorb
+myself in his work. That was a fatal mistake.
+I can scarcely trace out how it came about&mdash;and
+to linger on it makes me suffer terribly&mdash;but
+with the lapse of time I ceased to exist for
+him as a creature of flesh and blood. I suddenly
+realised that I had become a mere inspiration
+to him&mdash;it was only the artist in me
+he worshipped. All his heart and soul went
+into his work&mdash;he was no longer a man, but a
+mere mind wielding a brush. I can see him
+how absorbed before his canvas, tall and thin
+with his scholar's stoop&mdash;for Nesbit <i>was</i> a
+scholar! But it had to end at last. I cried
+bitterly for many a night after. I had a letter
+from him one fine day&mdash;&mdash;"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Announcing his engagement and asking
+you to congratulate him?" broke from Paul's
+lips. His eyes were too dry for tears.</p>
+
+<p>"It is the only letter of his I haven't burnt.
+He is famous now, but the first picture he
+ever sold went to buy my turquoise necklace
+to match the comb I had from my mother.
+His example was a noble one&mdash;the first picture
+I am offered money for shall go to poppa
+instead. But he would never take the gift
+back, and now I value it as his. It has always
+given me great joy to wear it&mdash;in fact,
+that is my one great joy apart from my
+work."</p>
+
+<p>"You still love him! You have loved
+him all through!" cried Paul.</p>
+
+<p>Her face softened. "You see I have quite
+an extraordinary vein of sentiment in me.
+I am not sure whether I am not ashamed
+of it."</p>
+
+<p>"Tell me, Lisa&mdash;if I may still call you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span>
+Lisa&mdash;all those flirtations you told me about
+were true?"</p>
+
+<p>"What a quaint question! You haven't
+drunk your coffee." He gulped down the
+cold contents of the tiny cup at one draught,
+for his mouth was parched.</p>
+
+<p>"They all happened just as I told you,
+and I haven't told you a quarter."</p>
+
+<p>"And do you mind my asking you another
+quaint question? Have you and Charlie
+ever kissed?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have always liked to have nice men
+kiss me. It is a mania with me, and I
+shall go on doing so till the end of the
+chapter."</p>
+
+<p>"All the same, Lisa, I love you still. Is
+there no hope for me? I have no prejudices.
+I want you, Lisa, just as you are.
+Your life shall be perfectly free&mdash;your career
+your own."</p>
+
+<p>"You are good, Paul, and I have played<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span>
+with you precisely as a cat plays with a
+mouse. You will have observed I have a
+good deal of the cat in me. Believe me,
+I am in earnest when I say I am quite
+unworthy of your love&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"No, Lisa," he began.</p>
+
+<p>"Listen, Paul. I want you to understand
+how much I love my lost darling. If he
+were to leave his wife and child, now and
+come to me and say he loved me, I would
+go with him to the end of the earth. No,
+no, Paul. My hope is only in my work.
+I know I shall realise my ambition. Some
+day you will marry a better woman than
+I am. And if," she continued, with a
+smile, "you care to write and let me
+know, be sure I shall congratulate you
+right heartily. Now tell me I have your
+sympathy, and then let us say good-bye."</p>
+
+<p>"I love you, Lisa. Is that not sufficient<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span>
+proof of my sympathy? I shall leave Paris
+to-night."</p>
+
+<p>"Come, Paul, kiss me! For the first
+time and last!"</p>
+
+<p>He brushed her lips so lightly that he
+scarce had the consciousness of doing so;
+then he staggered from the room.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+
+<p><span class="smcap">He</span> wandered he knew not whither, penetrating
+into strange, silent regions his foot
+had never trod. At the end of an hour
+he found he had taken a long circuit
+round, and that he had arrived again at
+the <i>h&ocirc;tel</i> where Lisa lived. He crossed the
+narrow street, and, standing in the shadow,
+looked up at the window he knew so well.
+It stood wide open, and he could see the
+white ceiling of the lighted room, with the
+huge Japanese umbrella making a glare of
+colour against it. In the balcony sat two
+figures full in the light that flooded out.
+One was Miss Brooke, the other a stalwart
+young man in a Norfolk suit he could not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span>
+recollect having seen before. A vague sound
+of their cheerful talking came down to him.</p>
+
+<p>He turned away with a sigh, and strode
+rapidly to his lodging. He lighted his lamp,
+and, sinking into a chair, sat looking at his
+trunks. The labels with their bold ornamental
+lettering&mdash;"Middleton, Paris &agrave; Perros-Guirec"&mdash;stared
+him mockingly in the
+face. He averted his eyes, instinctively
+seeking in his pocket for his mother's letter,
+which he had till now forgotten, and
+was surprised to find it rolled into a ball.
+Smoothing it out, he read it through
+again.</p>
+
+<p>"Write to me, dear Paul, direct there,
+or, better still, come down and surprise us.
+Celia, I am sure, will be <i>delighted</i> to see
+you. I never understood what happened
+between you two exactly. You said 'good-bye'
+so stiffly that I made sure you had
+quarrelled, though Celia assures me that it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>
+was not so. She is a dear, good girl,
+and I love her as if she were my own
+daughter."</p>
+
+<p>And with these words he seemed to read
+the inevitableness of his fate. His rebellion
+against it was over. He had broken loose
+from the maternal leading-strings, but had
+made a miserable failure without them.
+Now he would help to fix them on him
+again.</p>
+
+<p>The millionaire's daughter, the keynote of
+whose character had struck him as a charming,
+simple frankness, and in pursuit of
+whom he had set out, had proved to be
+a more complex specimen of womanhood
+than he could have imagined to exist, the
+very essence of that femininity of which
+he had always had an instinctive distrust.
+Celia was not brilliant, but she was safe&mdash;he
+knew her well enough to be sure of
+that.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He seized a small brush and inked over
+the flamboyant "Perros-Guirec," writing
+over the black strip the word "Dieppe"
+in the plainest of lettering. Then, finishing
+what little packing there remained to be
+done, he went out to consult a time-table
+at a neighbouring caf&eacute;, where he wrote
+and posted a note to his professor, and
+another to the <i>massier</i> of his class. He
+next hailed a cab at the rank, and the
+concierge carried down his trunks. "<i>&Agrave; la
+gare St. Lazare!</i>"</p>
+
+<p>The <i>cocher</i> cracked his whip, and Paul,
+lost in thought, was only vaguely conscious
+of the streets and boulevards that had become
+so dear to him.</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Beautiful Miss Brooke, by Louis Zangwill
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+Title: The Beautiful Miss Brooke
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+Author: Louis Zangwill
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+[Illustration: Cover]
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+SOME PRESS OPINIONS
+
+Of "Z. Z.'s" Previous Work.
+
+
+          _Daily Chronicle_ (London).--In all modern fiction
+          there is no novel which contains a more able and
+          finished analysis of character. It is a serious
+          contribution to literature.
+
+          _Echo_ (London).--His work reveals a grand
+          dramatic instinct There are indeed possibilities
+          of fine work in "Z. Z.," and we may anticipate
+          valuable studies of life in the immediate future.
+          Mr. Louis Zangwill should cut a pretty figure in
+          latter-day fiction.
+
+          _Academy_ (London).--A few masterful novelists
+          like "Z. Z." have it in their power to attain to a
+          complete achievement.
+
+          _Daily Telegraph_ (London).--One of the ablest
+          works of recent fiction.
+
+          _Illustrated London News._--One of the cleverest
+          novels of the day.
+
+          _Graphic_ (London).--The new novel by "Z. Z." is a
+          tragedy of which the power can not possibly be
+          denied. Never for one moment does the author lose
+          his grip.
+
+          _Weekly Sun_ (London).--He is one of the forces to
+          be counted with in contemporary literature. Great
+          qualities have gone to the making of his book, and
+          with these qualities Mr. Louis Zangwill is bound
+          to travel far.
+
+      *      *      *      *      *
+
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE
+
+[Illustration: Decoration]
+
+By "Z. Z."
+Author of A Drama in Dutch,
+The World and a Man, Etc.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+New York
+D. Appleton and Company
+1897
+
+Copyright, 1897,
+D. Appleton and Company.
+
+
+
+
+THE BEAUTIFUL MISS BROOKE.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+
+THE opening bars of a waltz sounded through the house above the
+irregular murmur of conversation, bearing their promise and summons
+along festal corridors and into garlanded nooks and alcoves. Paul
+Middleton drew a breath of relief as the girl to whom he had been
+talking was carried off to dance, for she had bored him intolerably. The
+refreshment room, crowded a moment ago, was thinning down, and, glad of
+the respite, he took another sandwich and slowly sipped the remainder of
+his coffee. His humour was of the worst. If his hostess had not been his
+mother's oldest friend, he would never have allowed himself to be
+persuaded to accept her invitation after he had once decided to decline
+it. Why had his mother so persisted, when she knew very well he was
+looking forward to playing in an important chess match? Certainly the
+evening so far had not compensated him for the pleasure he had thus
+missed.
+
+He had been chafing the whole time, and intermittently he had played
+with the idea of slipping out and taking a hansom down to the chess
+club. But he had ticked off five dances on Celia's programme--Celia was
+of course Celia--and he was to take her to supper. Moreover, on his
+arrival at the small-and-early, Mrs. Saxon had led him round--he feeling
+that his amiable expression made him a hypocrite--and, mechanically
+repeating his request for the pleasure of a dance, he had scrawled his
+name on several programmes with scarcely a glance at their owners. It
+was, however, more particularly his engagements with Celia, and one or
+two other girls he knew well, that had made him stay on. Once more he
+glanced at his watch. It was getting well on towards midnight now, and
+the issue of the chess match must already have been decided. After some
+speculation as to the winning side, he resigned himself to finishing the
+evening where he was.
+
+At the best of times Paul Middleton's interest in the ballroom was only
+lukewarm. He frankly professed not to care about it at all, and, though
+he was in the habit of dancing every dance, he looked upon himself more
+as a spectator than a participator on such rare occasions as he accepted
+cards for. He had no favourite partners. Into the inner and intimate
+life of that circle of light made for human pleasure he could never
+enter; he had always shrunk from exploring its labyrinth of flirtation,
+coquetry, and petty manoeuvring, the very thought of the intricacies
+of which affrighted his plain-sailing temperament. To him one girl in a
+ballroom was much the same as another--a green, white, or pink gown with
+sometimes an eye-glass attached. He knew very well, though--if only from
+his mother having instilled it into him--that no such indifference
+attached to him, a young man of twenty-three, who was absolute master of
+at least eleven thousand pounds a year, and not without claim to other
+merits.
+
+Becoming aware that the music was in full swing upstairs, he began to
+think it was high time to look for his partner. But the name "Brooke" on
+his programme, which he made out with some difficulty, called up no
+picture, no living personality. He could not even recollect the moment
+when he had written it, and it did not appear he had made any note to
+help him identify the girl. His last partner had had to be pointed out
+to him by Mrs. Saxon, and he did not care to trouble her again.
+"Besides," he reflected, "this Miss Brooke, whoever she is, will most
+likely be hidden away in some nook or other and will be only too glad
+not to be hunted up."
+
+He had almost made up his mind to skip the dance when there came into
+the room an old schoolfellow, more or less a friend of his. The two
+interchanged a word. Thorn, it appeared, wanted a whisky and soda before
+going home. He had to turn in early to be in good form for the morrow's
+cricket. It was the first match of the season, and he was anxious to do
+brilliantly. Paul took the opportunity of asking him if, by any chance,
+he knew or had danced with a Miss Brooke.
+
+"The beautiful Miss Brooke you mean, don't you?" asked Thorn.
+
+Paul explained he didn't know which Miss Brooke he meant, but that he
+ought to be dancing with _a_ Miss Brooke. Any girl who answered to that
+name would satisfy him.
+
+"Well, if the one you mean, or don't mean, is the one I mean, she's just
+outside the door talking to a big Yankee chap. I never heard of her
+before to-night, but she's a stunning girl. She's the daughter of some
+American millionaire, a railway king, or something of that sort--at
+least everybody says so. I tried to get a dance with her, but I wasn't
+in luck. I envy you. Good-night, old boy!"
+
+"I suppose, then, _I_ must consider myself in luck," thought Paul,
+staying yet a moment as he caught sight of his full reflection in a
+glass. It was a medium, slightly built figure that met his gaze, easy
+and graceful of carriage. The face was fair with a tiny light beard--the
+silken hair cut short, the features intelligent, the eyes grey, the
+teeth beautiful. A suspicion of a freckle here and there did not seem
+unsuited to the type of complexion. The survey seemed to please him, and
+he stepped forward with the intention of taking possession of "the
+beautiful Miss Brooke."
+
+Thorn's indication proved correct. To his surprise Miss Brooke seemed to
+recognise him as he approached, for she welcomed him with a smile, from
+which he deduced, moreover, that she must have been waiting for him. He
+had a general sense of enchantment and diaphanousness, of a delicate
+harmony of colour-tones; an impression as of an idealised figure that
+had stepped out of a decorative painting. He wondered how he had escaped
+the impression at the time of his introduction to her, and, despite her
+smile, he was chilled by a doubt that it might, after all, be some other
+Miss Brooke on whose programme he had written. Of the man she had been
+talking to he scarcely took any note at all, beyond verifying he was a
+"big Yankee." He took her up to the dancing-room, and they began
+waltzing. Paul considered himself a pretty good dancer, and there were
+even moments when he could conscientiously say he was enjoying himself.
+But somehow he found himself going badly with Miss Brooke. Things seemed
+to be wrong at the very start. There was an uncomfortable drag. Paul was
+compelled to take enormous steps to counteract it, and after a dozen
+turns both agreed to give it up.
+
+"You dance the English step, of course, Mr. Middleton," she observed as
+they sauntered round. Her American accent was of the slightest, and few
+as were the words she had so far spoken, they seemed to Paul subtly to
+vibrate with a pleasant friendliness. Her voice was sweet and clear,
+with an under-quality of softness and caress. The suggestion that there
+were waltz steps other than the one he was wont to dance was new to him.
+
+"I suppose mine is the English step," he replied, "though I never heard
+of any other. Is yours very different?"
+
+"Oh, yes. We Americans really waltz, whilst you English just go round
+and round and round, with your stiff legs for all the world like a pair
+of compasses."
+
+Paul could not agree with her, and patriotically proceeded to defend the
+English waltz, surprised to find himself expending oratory on so trivial
+a subject. He asserted it was not the mere monotonous turning to which
+Miss Brooke would reduce it, but that a spirit went with it; whereupon
+Miss Brooke shook her head, declaring she had shown the American step to
+a good many English people, and, no matter how sceptical before, they
+had vowed, one and all, never to dance the English step again.
+
+They had wandered away from the mass of rotating figures and taken
+possession of a couple of seats in a corner outside the dancing-room.
+Paul had now an opportunity of observing Miss Brooke more narrowly.
+Other partners he had already forgotten. He could hardly have identified
+them again. So far as he was concerned, they had got completely lost in
+the crowd from which they had temporarily emerged. But of Miss Brooke he
+felt sure a perfectly definite picture would remain in his mind. What
+struck him most at once was a certain spirit of frank good humour that
+seemed to exhale from her, that made him feel, even with her first few
+words, as if she were merely resuming an interrupted conversation with
+him. Her manner suggested the natural falling-into-step by the side of
+an established friend, overtaken _en route_, and it was hard for him to
+realise this was really their first talk together.
+
+Paul had never danced with an American girl before, else he would have
+been aware of the incompatibility of their steps. His notions of the
+American girl--or at least the American girl that comes to Europe--were
+of the vaguest. He had in the course of his existence met perhaps two or
+three of the class, but he had never really talked to them. He had heard
+the American girl spoken of--praised, damned, or tolerated; he had read
+about her push and businesslike qualities; and a short time since he had
+seen the type portrayed on the stage--a dashing, masterful creature, a
+piece of egotism incarnate, with a twang as pronounced as her
+self-assertiveness, a terrible determination, and an equally terrible
+assurance of carrying it through. But he had never thought about her
+coherently; never consciously crystallized these more or less
+contradictory notions of her that had come to him in so scattered and
+chaotic a fashion. It was quite certain, however, that Miss Brooke had
+nothing in common with the monstrosity that had given so much delight to
+that English audience, and raised in it a due consciousness of its own
+virtue of modest moderation. Nor could he associate her with the
+dreadfully improper and unabashable person he had heard more than one
+British matron declare the American girl to be.
+
+Miss Brooke did not address her words to the floor, but sitting with her
+chair at an angle to his, looking straight at him as she spoke. Paul
+found the ordeal a fascinating but sufficiently trying one. He had no
+chance against this wonderful girlish face, with its sparkling blue eyes
+and its subtle quality of sincerity and spirituality; tantalising by the
+charm of its smile, which suggested moments of wickedness and kissing,
+and provoking by its air of unawareness of its calm-destroying powers.
+He was conscious, too, of a long, white neck rising above a pair of
+well-knit shoulders, out of a mass of white fluffy trimmings, in which
+were set with careless art a few deep-red velvet flowers. On her
+forehead lay two roguish curls that moved freely, and each temple was
+covered by a bewitching lock, whose end curled inwards toward the ear.
+At the back her hair was drawn right up into curls, leaving the whole
+neck free, and showing the contour of the gracefully-poised head. Her
+white gown seemed woven of some fairy substance, embroidered with myriad
+gold spots, and encircled round the waist with three golden bands. The
+pink, round flesh of the upper arm showed firm and cool through the web
+of the sleeve that met the long white glove at the elbow. The bodice
+followed closely the modelling of the bust, and the skirt swept
+downwards, ending in a mass of foam-like fluff amid which nestled the
+tips of two neat shoes. Altogether a superb girl, dainty and supple,
+without any suggestion of fragility.
+
+The comparative merits of the English and American waltzes were still
+occupying their attention.
+
+"Now, tell me, Mr. Middleton," she asked, after enthusiastically
+descanting on the pleasure and grace of the "long glide," "haven't I
+really converted you?"
+
+"I want very much to be converted, but your waltz seems formidable. I am
+afraid of it."
+
+"I'm sure it would not take you long to learn. Cannot I really coax you
+into a promise to try it? I enjoy making converts--I have missionary
+tendencies in the blood."
+
+"That's interesting. Because there are tendencies in my blood, too.
+Anti-missionary ones, however. To be true to the family tradition, I'm
+not sure whether I ought not resist your coaxings."
+
+"Which I'm sure you're not going to do." Her face took on an expression
+of mock imploration. "But, tell me, how far back does your tradition
+go, and how did it arise?"
+
+"It began with my grandfather, whose pet idea was that the energy and
+money spent on missions should be employed at home for the raising of
+the lower classes. My father went a step further by deciding the
+particular form in which the lower classes should reap the benefit, and
+he died with the hope that the dream of two generations should be
+realised by me."
+
+"There is quite a touch of poetry in what you tell me," said Miss
+Brooke. "My family history is more prosaic, but it has a dash of
+adventure in it. The missionary hobby began with my great-grandfather,
+who was devoted, body and soul, to it--certainly body, for he was eaten
+by cannibals. Poor savages!"
+
+"Poor savages!" echoed Paul, for the moment supposing Miss Brooke meant
+to throw doubts on her ancestor's digestibility.
+
+"Yes, for grandfather went out to preach to them! A very mean revenge, I
+call that."
+
+"How do you reconcile that statement with your own missionary leanings?"
+asked Paul, thinking it strange a railway king should be the son of an
+earnest missionary, and vaguely speculating whether the millionaire was
+in the habit of giving large sums to "revenge" his grandfather.
+
+"Oh, as a woman I have the right to make contradictory statements. 'Tis
+a valuable right, and I find it very convenient not to yield it up,
+though I _did_ learn logic at college."
+
+"But surely it must be ever so much nicer to triumph by logic."
+
+"If one were only sure of triumphing! But I am really in no difficulty,
+so you will not get an exhibition of logic to-night. My missionary
+tendencies are purely a matter of instinct, my anti-missionary ones a
+matter of sentiment. Do not instinct and sentiment pull different ways
+in human beings? Confess, Mr. Middleton, don't you often _want_ to do
+things you _feel_ you ought not?"
+
+"More often I don't want to do things I feel I ought to."
+
+"That is a piece of new humour."
+
+"I meant the inversion seriously. But I'm glad to find that we are
+agreed at least in sentiment."
+
+"And I do try and turn the instinct into useful channels. Americans, you
+know, never let force run to waste. Now, you _will_ learn that waltz,
+won't you, Mr. Middleton? Promise me quickly, as some one is coming to
+take me to dance. There comes the top of his head."
+
+"Dear me, has the next dance come round already!" ejaculated Paul. "You
+may consider me a sincere convert," he added quickly, "if--if you will
+spare me another dance."
+
+"If you can find one," she replied; and, slipping her programme into his
+hand, she rose in response to the smile of the newcomer. To Paul's
+surprise, the man was the same from whom he had carried off Miss Brooke
+only a minute or two ago, as it appeared to him. Which fact caused him
+now to take keen notice of him. "The fellow" was quite six feet high,
+and of slim, supple build. His face was dark, and, to Paul,
+distinctively American. He wore a short pointed beard and a
+carefully-trimmed moustache. His black hair somewhat eccentrically hung
+down in lines cut to the same length. His eyes gleamed with an almost
+unnatural brightness, and his teeth showed themselves polished and
+white.
+
+"Write thick over somebody else's name." Paul was conscious of Miss
+Brooke speaking to him in almost a whisper; then in a moment she had
+bowed and moved off. He could not help feeling angry with the man for
+taking her away, and his displeasure showed itself in his face. There
+seemed, too, something proprietorial in the way "the confounded fellow"
+walked off with her, and a thousand foolish conjectures hustled in his
+brain. However, he remembered he had Miss Brooke's programme, which,
+together with her last injunction, formed a comforting assurance she
+had taken him into special favour. It had been decidedly nice to
+talk to this girl, who seemed just the sort of person--simple and
+straightforward despite her wonderful charm--he felt he could get on
+with, and it gave him pleasure to picture her again sitting by his side,
+fresh, cool, sweet, and surpassingly beautiful.
+
+After lingering a little he went into the ballroom again. Miss Brooke's
+figure alone drew his eye--the rest of the world was a mere dancing
+medley. She was obviously enjoying her dance, and Paul found himself
+envying her partner his easy mastery of the American waltz step. He
+could not help observing now what a superb note she struck in that
+crowd. He could see, too, she was being noticed, and divined talk about
+her by many moving lips.
+
+He found an opportunity of returning her programme, which she received
+with a marked look of surprise that changed into a smile of thanks. Paul
+was much puzzled. Her manner seemed to make it appear that she had
+dropped the programme and he had picked it up. He rather resented this,
+till it occurred to him she had slipped it into his hand so as not to be
+seen by her present cavalier, and probably she had played this little
+comedy because she did not want to rouse his suspicion. Paul's fears
+that the man might be something to her were reawakened, but they were
+palliated by a sense of triumph over him. Had not Miss Brooke played a
+part--for his sake?
+
+Mrs. Saxon passed near him and stopped to talk to him a moment. He made
+absent-minded replies--indeed, five minutes later he recalled that he
+had said something particularly foolish and hated himself. In this mood
+he sought cousin Celia and took her to supper. He examined her more
+critically now, finding her handsome, solid, and only passably
+interesting. He noted, too, that her manner lacked sprightliness and
+enthusiasm, and that the things she talked about didn't interest him in
+the least. He found himself apologising again and again for not having
+heard what she said. That was whenever there were questions for him to
+answer. He had, however, enough wit left to feel it was fortunate she
+did not ask questions more frequently. Meanwhile his eye wandered
+constantly towards a little table some distance off, which Miss Brooke
+and her American friend had all to themselves, the other two covers
+being as yet unappropriated. Once or twice he became aware that Celia's
+eye was following his. He saw a gleam of understanding flash across her
+face, followed by a flush whose meaning was obvious. But somehow he felt
+reckless.
+
+An hour later he was with Miss Brooke again. At her laughing suggestion
+they had found a hiding-place, more "towards the upper regions," in
+order to keep out of the way of the man whose name had been written
+over, and who, indeed, never appeared. Miss Brooke was admiring an
+exquisite little painting of a picturesque boy looking over a rude
+wooden bridge on to a small stream. The work, which hung just opposite
+them, bore a well-known French signature, and had attracted her
+attention at once. The enthusiasm with which she spoke of the artist
+led Paul to inquire if she herself painted.
+
+"I try to," she answered self-deprecatingly. "I am appallingly
+interested in my work. I always lose myself when talking about it."
+
+She was evidently serious, and Paul was glad to have struck such a mood,
+which promised possibilities of intimate conversation.
+
+"You have taken up art seriously?" he asked.
+
+"One must do something to fill one's life," she replied, with
+unmistakable earnestness; and set Paul musing about the inability of
+fortune to compensate for a want of purpose in life, as he had, indeed,
+felt long ago. That a woman, however, should give expression to the
+sentiment surprised him. Her next words astonished him still more.
+
+"I have always been ambitious, and I might have achieved something in
+art if I hadn't wasted so many years trying other things."
+
+"But, surely you must find the knowledge you have acquired worth
+having."
+
+"I would willingly exchange it all for two years' progress in my work.
+The mistakes began by poppa discovering I was a musical genius, and as I
+was just mad to do something big in the world, I believed him. The next
+discovery was mine--that I was a great writer, and when, two years after
+that, an artist friend declared some sketches of mine were full of
+inspiration, my enthusiasm for writing fizzed out immediately, and I
+rushed into painting, and over to Paris to study. Of course, I'm only in
+the student stage, but my professor has given me distinct encouragement.
+In my heart I really believe I should succeed if only----" She broke off
+with a curious laugh, but went on almost immediately: "If only I don't
+transfer my enthusiasm to sculpture before long. You see I know my
+little ways. Besides, the temptation to change is as strong as it
+possibly can be. It would be such a distinction to have completed the
+round of the arts."
+
+"Poetry would still be left untouched."
+
+"Oh, I've written poetry as well. That was part and parcel of my
+literary mania."
+
+"And naturally expired with it."
+
+"No. Let me confess. Poetry is the one thing I keep up in order to be
+able to feel I am made of fine stuff. It's the one unsaleable thing I
+devote my time to, and without it I should feel utterly ignoble. With
+all my ambition to achieve greatness, I am quite unable to say how much
+of my enthusiasm is due to the hope of accompanying dollars."
+
+Paul was startled for a moment, then laughed in high amusement at the
+idea of a railway king's daughter eking out her income by Art.
+
+"I mean it. I'm not as noble as I look, but thank you for the compliment
+all the same. If I have allowed myself any illusions on the point, they
+were all dissipated when I heard of the price a Salon picture sold for
+last year. My feeling of envy was too naked to be mistaken--naked and
+unashamed. I don't know if you've ever experienced the sort of
+thing--whether you've ever written poetry to keep your self-respect."
+
+"I fear writing poetry would be no test for me. I don't mean to imply
+that the result would _not_ be unsaleable," he added, smiling, "but that
+I am not so avaricious as you profess to be. I am quite satisfied that
+my work in life shall bring me no return."
+
+"I wish I were as fine as that," said Miss Brooke.
+
+"I am afraid I am far from being fine," said Paul, modestly. "I am
+simply content with my fortune. As you said before, one must do
+something to fill one's life. I am only too grateful for the prospect of
+being able to employ my energies. So you see I am really selfish at
+bottom."
+
+"We each appear to have a due sense of the clay in us, so let us agree
+we are neither of us precisely the saints we appear. But you've not yet
+told me in what particular way you purpose satisfying that selfishness
+of yours."
+
+"Thereby hangs a long tale," said Paul, laughing again. "It is connected
+with the family tradition I mentioned to you before."
+
+"I remember. Your father laid some injunction on you about converting
+missionary energies and subscriptions for home use."
+
+"That is a quaint way of putting it. It is true his injunction first set
+me thinking, and it led to my developing certain Utopian ideas of my
+own. As the result, I am now studying architecture. No doubt you will
+think it a strange choice. There begins another dance, and we've both
+partners."
+
+"How vexatious!" said Miss Brooke. "Just when I am so interested. I am
+really longing to hear all about your Utopia."
+
+"I should so much have liked to tell you," murmured Paul, thinking he
+might even have sat out another dance if it were not for his foolish
+exclamation.
+
+"Oh, but you're going to call, Mr. Middleton."
+
+"I shall be very happy," said Paul, repressing a start.
+
+She wrote her address for him on the back of his programme, adding, "I
+shall be in on Wednesday afternoon."
+
+He thanked her and took her down to the dancing-room where she was
+pounced upon immediately, and he then discovered, to his surprise, that
+he and Miss Brooke _had_ sat out two dances! Moreover, the frown which
+Celia gave him over her partner's shoulder as she waltzed by made him
+refer to his programme, when he found he had overlooked the little tick
+at the side of dance number fourteen.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+
+"A DAY and a half to wait before seeing Miss Brooke again," was Paul's
+first reflection the next morning. "All I should have laughed at as
+absurd a month ago, proves to be true. I am fast in the toils." And all
+through the day Miss Brooke filled his thoughts. He was, somehow, a
+different person from before, as if he had awakened from some sluggish
+torpor.
+
+All his life Paul had suffered from an excess of parental love, which
+had considerably curtailed his freedom; and even when the death of his
+father a year before had left him his own master, he had no thought of
+living away from his mother, much to her secret gratification. Her
+fondness for him had been such that she had had him educated at home for
+several years, and was only persuaded to let him go to school under
+great pressure from her husband. She had established her influence over
+her boy from the beginning, and his pliable and obedient disposition had
+enabled her to maintain it now that he was grown up. His father, who had
+divided his time between collecting beautiful beetles, representing a
+rural constituency, enacting the good Samaritan, and, as Paul had told
+Miss Brooke, thundering and writing letters to the press against foreign
+missions, had cherished an ambitious career for his son. He himself, he
+felt, was a mere pawn on the parliamentary chessboard, and he dreamt of
+a really great political future for Paul, who, moreover, he hoped, would
+leave his mark on the social life of the generation by promoting the
+increase of public fine-art collections. Beautiful centres of
+art--beautiful buildings with beautiful contents--could be established,
+he argued, if the money subscribed for foreign missions could be used
+for the purpose; and he had the necessary statistics ready to hurl at
+the head of the sceptic.
+
+Acting on the advice of a friend who considered the Bar afforded the
+best training in oratory, he began by placing the boy in a solicitor's
+office immediately after he had left college. Some eighteen months later
+the father was carried off in an epidemic of influenza. Paul, who had
+long since discovered that oratory _via_ the law was not adapted to one
+of his temperament, had decision enough to desist from it. His attitude
+towards his sire's dream had never been a very reverent one, for he knew
+well he was not of the stuff of which Parliamentary leaders are made.
+But, as the affection between the two had been really strong, the son
+wished to respect the father's ideas so far as possible, if only for
+sentimental reasons; and, finding in himself a natural taste for making
+beautiful designs as well as an innocent love for illuminated books, old
+carvings and mouldings, and such curious antiques as had a real art
+value, it occurred to him he might make a thorough study of architecture
+from the art as well as the practical side. Later on he would design art
+galleries for the people, and set a movement on foot to promote their
+construction. Without taking himself too solemnly, he liked to think
+that what he purposed would have given his father pleasure; and he was
+always able to take good-humouredly such jesting remarks as had
+reference to his schemes.
+
+Meanwhile mother and son had settled down in a small house in Elm Park
+Road. The country house was let on a long lease, as Mrs. Middleton did
+not wish to have the trouble of keeping it up, preferring to travel for
+three months in the year. The household consumed but a small part of
+their revenues, and consequently the amount of money in the family
+threatened to increase from year to year, despite that Mr. Middleton's
+good works were continued, and that Paul, going a-slumming, started
+additional good works on his own account.
+
+Mrs. Middleton was only too pleased at Paul's leaving "that nasty dark,
+close office," asserting it must have injured his health. Besides, her
+faith in his talents was so absolute that she was certain he would one
+day be a very great man indeed, whatever the profession he espoused. So
+she ceded to him for his study perhaps the pleasantest room in the
+house. It was at the back and opened on to a narrow garden, so that he
+could saunter out occasionally and pace up and down. As he was here
+quite isolated, he never felt the need of having rooms elsewhere.
+
+Despite the vigilance under which Paul had grown up, he had yet managed
+to have one or two boyish love-affairs without his parents suspecting
+anything; and he had at times dreamt of an ideal love and an ideal
+happiness. But of late he had developed different notions, and had come
+to pride himself on his freedom from all mawkish sentiment.
+Notwithstanding this, he was chivalrous enough to believe that women
+were angels; which belief, curiously enough, was unimpaired by the fact
+that, in practice, he was a little bit afraid and suspicious of them.
+Nor did he always find them interesting; he would sooner play a game of
+chess any day than talk to one of them.
+
+Cousin Celia was often at the house to join him and his mother at their
+quiet tea, and one day the idea entered his head that Mrs. Middleton had
+a certain pet scheme. But modesty prevented it from taking root in him,
+and he preferred to believe that the notion of a marriage between him
+and Celia had occurred only to himself, and would greatly surprise
+everybody else if he broached it. Celia was an orphan, and he had heard
+her pitied all his life. She was considered to possess an extraordinary
+share of good looks and an uncommon degree of affability. Good judges
+assured one another she would make an excellent wife, and Mrs. Middleton
+had taken good care that the said judges should discuss the girl in the
+presence of her boy, who could scarcely contend against so subtle an
+undermining. Despite his vague knowledge of the wiles of match-making,
+he began to persuade himself that he really liked Celia, and he played
+more and more with the idea of marrying her. The leading-strings were
+handled so lightly and skilfully, he would have been much astonished to
+hear that his inclinations were not absolutely uninfluenced. In Celia
+was all that straightforwardness by which he set such store; from her
+was absent all that caprice and flirtatiousness he was so afraid of. It
+was easy to know her wishes, easy to please her; and she had never made
+him the victim of moods.
+
+And the more he thought of marrying her, the more he began to decry
+romantic love to himself. Whether it really existed or not he would not
+pretend to say, though, in the light of his own experience, he could
+just imagine its existence. Those old boyish ideas of his were all a
+mistake. And thereupon he fell back eagerly on the theory of sensible
+companionship as the only sound basis for marriage--which theory had now
+abruptly to be rejected.
+
+Already Paul, promenading his garden whilst beautiful coloured plates of
+Egyptian decoration lay neglected on his table, was bothering himself as
+to whether he could leave Celia out of the account with a clear
+conscience. The question he kept asking himself was whether such
+attention as he had paid her could reasonably be interpreted as bearing
+any real significance. He was certain he had never actively made love to
+her, as he had always hesitated to begin, but he had seen a great deal
+of her of late and their intimacy had made great strides. Moreover, she
+had allowed him his five dances the evening before without a word of
+demur. He knew, too, he had often felt himself flushing on hearing her
+praised, feeling a sort of proprietary pride in the subject of
+discussion; and he wondered now if his demeanour on such occasions had
+been observed.
+
+All these considerations caused him considerable uneasiness in view of
+the fact that he was perfectly sure now he did not want to marry her.
+Miss Brooke had come into his horizon, and lo! the whole world was
+changed. Oh, to be free to woo and win such a girl!
+
+Suddenly he had a flash of shrewder insight, and he was able to find
+comfort in that first suspicion, which now returned to him, that his
+mother was really responsible for this Celia affair. Why--and his
+awakened mind now ran over a score of memories--he had scarcely ever met
+Celia out without his mother having supplied the impulse for his going
+to the particular place! He had been a fool not to see how she had
+worked matters from the beginning. And now there arose in him a shade of
+resentment against her, and his man's independence revolted for the
+first time against this subtle subordination of his will to hers. He had
+a definite perception--attended with a distinct sense of shame--of the
+fact that he had never really ceased to be, so far as she was
+concerned, the good little boy who had learnt his letters at her knee.
+He had an individuality of his own, he told himself, and it behoved him
+to play the part of a man. He should begin his emancipation at once by
+putting a prompt stop to "this Celia business."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+
+AS Paul rang at the address Miss Brooke had scribbled down on his
+programme, his dominating thought was that American millionaire's
+daughters chose rather shabby houses to stay in. Though the name of the
+street had surprised him when he had first read it, he had yet conceived
+it possible she might be staying at some kind of private hotel; but he
+had not anticipated a dusty card with the word "apartments." He took it
+for granted her mother was with her, and, though he had not formed any
+clear conception of Mrs. Brooke, she looming mistily in his mind as a
+handsome, stately personage that had decidedly to be taken into the
+reckoning, he had wondered how she would receive him.
+
+A maid-servant ushered him up two flights of stairs into a front room
+and announced his name. As he entered he was conscious of three persons
+sitting at the far end where a bright fire burned, and was somewhat
+startled to recognise the long lithe figure, the dark face and hair, and
+the piercing black eyes of the American Miss Brooke had danced with. A
+peculiar shade of expression flitted across the man's face, telling Paul
+the recognition was mutual. At the same time Paul was assuming that the
+bonneted and cloaked mature-looking lady was no other than Mrs. Brooke
+herself, and he wondered why she should receive callers when so
+obviously dressed for going out. Miss Brooke rose to greet him with a
+pleasant smile of welcome. In a simple dress with wide sleeves that
+fitted tight round the wrists, her short front hair, evenly divided,
+falling over her temples in rippling masses, she seemed less phantasmal
+and fairylike, less remote from this world--a being more humanly sweet
+and that one might dare to woo.
+
+But unfortunately in that moment he became aware of the huge bulk of a
+high bed against the wall on his right, and a tall screen that cut off a
+corner of the room struck him as having the air of concealing something.
+Though he kept control over himself physically, his mind grew perfectly
+vacant. He did not dare to think--it seemed vain to make any
+surmise--but bowed to the bonneted lady as he heard Miss Brooke say:
+"Katharine, let me introduce my friend, Mr. Middleton--Mrs. Potter."
+
+Paul had seldom felt so many emotions at one time. Added to his surprise
+at the expected Mrs. Brooke changing at the last moment into a Mrs.
+Potter, and to his bewilderment at being received in a bedroom, was a
+thrill of pleasure at Miss Brooke's reference to him as "my friend." He
+had, too, a sense of gratified curiosity at learning the next moment
+that the man's name was Pemberton; it was convenient, moreover, to have
+a definite symbol by which to refer to him in thought.
+
+"I think the water's boiling, dear," said Mrs. Potter. "Doesn't it mean
+'boiling' when steam comes out of the spout like that?"
+
+"Not yet, Katharine. Half a minute more. You are just in nice time, Mr.
+Middleton, to get your cup of tea at its best." And Miss Brooke busied
+herself cutting up a big lemon into thin slices at a little table that
+was laid with a pretty Japanese tea-set.
+
+"Lisa's tea is quite wonderful," chimed in Mrs. Potter. "I always spoil
+mine--I can never quite tell when the water boils. That's my pet
+stupidity."
+
+For a moment Paul watched the artistic copper kettle as it sang its
+pleasant song. Mrs. Potter already struck him as an obviously cheerful
+personality, and he felt absurdly grateful to her for mentioning Miss
+Brooke's first name. He had not yet given up Mrs. Brooke, expecting her
+to enter the room very soon now; and he found it hard not to fix his
+gaze noticeably on the bed, half-surprised that everybody else ignored
+it, seeming totally unconscious that any such piece of furniture was
+there at all.
+
+Mr. Pemberton took little part in the somewhat banal but good-humoured
+conversation that now sprang up, but drummed idly with his fingers on
+the settee on which he was lounging. Now and again a monosyllabic drawl
+fell languidly from him, and Paul read into this demeanour annoyance at
+his presence.
+
+Mrs. Potter, he soon learnt--for the lady was loquacious--was a widow
+and a journalist on a three months' stay in Europe, of which she was
+passing a month in London, endeavouring to make as much copy out of it
+as possible. She related with glee, and without any apparent qualms of
+conscience, how she had "fixed up" accounts of various great society
+functions, writing her copy in the first person.
+
+"Lisa is so good and helpful to me. I impose on her dreadfully. I should
+never have been able to get them fixed up without her. And then her
+spelling is so perfect--she runs over my copy and puts it right in a
+jiffy."
+
+"Lemon or cream, Mr. Middleton, please?" asked Miss Brooke. "Two lumps
+of sugar or one? What, none at all! Oh, yes, everybody thinks these cups
+sweetly pretty. I'm taking them home with me as a souvenir."
+
+"What shall I do without you in Paris?" broke in Mrs. Potter again. "I
+shall be lost there. Can't I coax you to come back with me, Lisa dear?"
+
+"Can't disappoint poppa," said Miss Brooke laconically.
+
+"You'll have me to come to," drawled Mr. Pemberton.
+
+"You'll be handy for some things, but your spelling's worse than mine,"
+said Mrs. Potter; and somewhat irrelevantly went on to suppose that Paul
+must know Paris well.
+
+Paul, alas! had only two visits to boast of, one of a week's, the other
+of two weeks' duration, both in the company of his mother. Whereupon a
+sound, as of a suppressed snigger, came from the direction of Pemberton.
+
+Something like the truth had begun to dawn on Paul's mind, and he knew
+better now than to continue to expect Mrs. Brooke to appear. He had
+sufficiently gathered from the conversation that Miss Brooke was on her
+way home from Paris to America, and that she was going to travel alone,
+and had taken London _en route_, probably armed with letters of
+introduction. Most likely, he argued, she must have considered the one
+room sufficient for her needs, and had not anticipated callers. Or
+perhaps Americans, for all he knew, did not mind receiving callers in a
+bedroom. This, he concluded, was probably the case, as no one seemed in
+the least _gene_, despite that the bed was such a palpable fact, and
+stood there in massive unblushingness. Otherwise an atmosphere of
+feminine daintiness seemed to surround Miss Brooke, transforming even
+this lodging-house bedroom.
+
+However, he did not grasp the facts without an almost overwhelming sense
+of pain.
+
+His romance had been rudely shattered at one blast, and he felt his
+breath draw heavily when he first comprehended Miss Brooke was on the
+point of leaving London. A sense of helplessness came upon him as he
+realised he could do nothing but just get through with his call. There
+seemed not the slightest chance now of his telling her about the career
+he purposed for himself. He had dreamed, too, of her showing him her
+verses, perhaps some of her sketches. But the presence of the others
+stood in the way. He would have liked to hate them both, but being
+forced to like Mrs. Potter, he had to bestow a double amount of dislike
+on Mr. Pemberton, which he was very glad to do. And then he wanted to
+know the exact relation between Mr. Pemberton and Miss Brooke. From a
+hint the "fellow" had dropped, it was clear he lived in Paris--where
+Miss Brooke had been living. Was he a relative? Who was he? Why was he
+in London? How came he to be at Mrs. Saxon's dance? For a moment Paul
+thought of asking Mrs. Saxon about him, and also about Miss Brooke, but
+he put the idea from him as underhand and unworthy.
+
+Meanwhile the conversation went on, pleasant and banal. Mrs. Potter
+deluged Paul with questions about the London season and English painters
+and the Academy. She narrated the comicalities of her shopping
+expeditions, various little misadventures that had arisen from the
+different usage of everyday words by the two nations. By imperceptible
+stages along a tortuous and varied route they drifted on to the subject
+of love, and Mrs. Potter, still keeping the talk almost all to herself,
+related several touching romances of her friends' lives. Once or twice
+Paul's gloom was lightened by the smile of Miss Brooke that met his look
+each time he turned his face towards her. A lien, invisible to the
+others, seemed to be established between them.
+
+At length Mrs. Potter, drawing Mr. Pemberton's attention to the hour,
+rose to go, and the two left together. Despite some mad idea of
+declaring himself to Miss Brooke there and then, which had occurred to
+him, Paul had also risen, but to his astonishment Miss Brooke drew her
+chair closer to the fire, and motioned him to take a seat in the
+opposite chimney corner. He obeyed as if hypnotised. "What would my
+mother think of this?" he asked himself, and awaited developments. As
+for Miss Brooke, at no moment did she seem aware of the slightest
+unconventionality in the situation.
+
+"Katharine is so sweet," she began thoughtfully. "You can't imagine how
+pleased I was when she wrote she was coming. Charlie is piloting her
+about a little. He is so good-natured."
+
+"Charlie is, I presume, Mr. Pemberton."
+
+"Why, of course. And he'll be of so much use to her in Paris. He has a
+studio there. But I hope she won't fall in love with him," she added
+laughingly. "Katharine is so romantic; she is always in love with some
+man or other."
+
+Though he knew as a general biological fact that women fall in love with
+men, Paul, despite all the love-stories he had read, had never yet been
+able to grasp it and admit it to himself as a fact of actual life.
+Somehow, he had always felt that the onus of falling in love and of
+courtship rested on men, and that it was very good and condescending of
+women to allow themselves to be loved at all. But Miss Brooke's way of
+talking seemed to take it for granted that it was a perfectly natural
+and proper thing for a woman to be in love, that romance was a thing a
+woman might own to without any shame; making him realise more distinctly
+than ever before that women were not so entirely passive and
+passionless. But all this he rather felt than thought, and it did not
+interfere with the sentence that was on the tip of his tongue; the
+outcome of his sense of disappointment and desolation at her threatened
+departure out of his life, which was only mitigated by the reflection
+that Pemberton was being left behind.
+
+"And now you are going home!"
+
+The words were obviously equivalent to a sigh of regret.
+
+"But not for good, I hope," said Miss Brooke; and Paul's universe
+changed at once into a wonderful enchanted garden. "Of course, it will
+be very nice to be at home with poppa and mamma again, but I should not
+be leaving Paris from choice. I was making such progress at school that
+my professor was quite angry I couldn't stay. But perhaps I shall be
+back in a year's time. I certainly shall if everything goes well."
+
+"I do hope it's nothing serious that calls you away, and that keeps you
+from your studies so long a time," exclaimed Paul fervently.
+
+"From my point of view it's certainly serious," smiled Miss Brooke,
+good-humouredly. "As I've already tried to make you believe, I am a very
+greedy person, with a fondness for dollars, and the whole trouble is
+that they keep out of reach. Poor hardworked poppa can't send me any
+more money just now, but he'll be getting a bigger salary next year, and
+I shall be able to go back and paint a masterpiece for the Salon. In the
+meanwhile I shall have to amuse myself as best I can sketching about the
+place, and watching poppa getting through big batches of couples. He's a
+minister--you know the cloth's hereditary in our family--and marries off
+people wholesale."
+
+Till that moment Miss Brooke had been the railway king's daughter. For
+Paul to find now that she was a comparatively poor girl, whose anxiety
+to earn money by making her mark in art was no mere jesting pretence,
+involved a complete readjustment of his mental focus. But its
+instantaneity made the operation a violent one, especially as he strove
+hard not to exhibit any external signs of discomposure. At the same time
+a good deal that had bewildered him was explained, though there were
+points yet on which he needed enlightenment. And with all his
+astonishment went an unbounded admiration for the cheerful way in which
+she accepted her position, the lover's keen lookout for every scrap of
+virtue in the beloved seizing on this greedily for commendation. What a
+splendid, plucky girl she was! The glamour of his romance was
+heightened. Mere millionaires and all that appertained to them seemed
+suddenly prosaic.
+
+Into what a bizarre misconception had he fallen! She herself was not to
+blame. If his mind had not been clogged up by what Thorn had told him
+beforehand he would not so persistently have misunderstood her
+references to money; but how should he have thought of challenging what
+he knew only now to have been a mere speculative rumour? There had been
+nothing in her appearance and personality to belie that rumour, and, as
+obviously she was not called upon to contradict statements about herself
+she had never heard, such manifestations of the truth as had since
+become visible to him had only served to mystify him.
+
+The way, too, she had taken certain things for granted as perfectly
+natural and proper, somewhat astonished him, to wit, her inviting him to
+call here, her reception of him in a bedroom, and his presence alone
+with her now. These facts contravened the ideas in which he had been
+brought up, and he could only suppose that American ideas probably
+differed from English. This surmise seemed, on the whole, corroborated
+by the glimpse he had had that day into the spirit of the American
+independent woman--a type entirely new to him--as exemplified both by
+Mrs. Potter and Miss Brooke.
+
+He asked how soon she was leaving, and learnt she was sailing on the
+Saturday, so that barely two days of London remained to her. He did not
+like the idea at all, as he had formed the hope he might somehow see her
+again before her departure.
+
+"My berth is taken," explained Miss Brooke, perhaps amused by his
+evident discontent. "Some boxes have gone on. Besides, I could not stay
+here any longer. Dollars are getting scarce. I'm going to have some more
+tea--won't you join me?"
+
+"Willingly." He wanted to stay longer, and tea, by filling the time
+plausibly, would help to lessen his constraint at the original position
+in which he found himself.
+
+"I am so pleased you were able to call!" went on Miss Brooke, as she
+poured out the beverage. "You haven't forgotten your promise to tell me
+all about your work--and your Utopia as well," she added, smiling, and
+handing him his cup.
+
+Her sweetness as she spoke enchanted him. When he himself had been
+hesitating on the brink of the chasm, with what ease had she taken him
+across it at one leap! Soon he found himself telling her how he had come
+to abandon his father's ideas and plan out his life his own way, with as
+much emotion as if he were relating his inmost secrets to an affianced
+wife. And certainly no affianced wife could have listened with a graver
+attention, or more sympathetic demeanour.
+
+"Has it ever occurred to you to study architecture at Paris?" she asked.
+"The Beaux Art School is, I think, one of the finest in the world, and
+you could scarcely get a more artistic atmosphere."
+
+The effect of her remark was as that of an electric spark that fuses
+many elements into one new whole. He was conscious of a struggling
+chaotic mass of thought, followed by a clear perception of the
+conditions of his existence in all its bearings. And in a flash he had
+made up his mind to plunge into the delicious indefiniteness of what
+offered itself. A soft purple haze floated before him as in a dream, and
+an odour of incense and a harmony of sweet sounds seemed to steal upon
+him. And the haze, parting a moment, allowed him a glimpse of a magic
+city in its depths. And in that city, he knew, were "Lisa" and himself.
+
+That was to be the future! The awakening of the man in him was complete.
+By an abrupt mastercoup he would wrench himself away from the
+influences that had well-nigh reduced him to a puppet. His reply to Miss
+Brooke now would be the beginning of the necessary forward impulse.
+
+"The idea has not come to me, though, of course, I should have had to
+consider the question of a formal course before very long. But I like
+the suggestion very much."
+
+"Lots of the boys take the course there," added Miss Brooke. "There are,
+of course, many more American than English boys, but you'll find them
+all a sociable set."
+
+He asked for details about the student life, and Miss Brooke tried to
+give him some notion of it. In this way quite half an hour slipped by,
+during which Paul became worked up to a high pitch of enthusiasm and
+took care to leave no doubt in Miss Brooke's mind that his decision was
+finally taken.
+
+"Charlie, too, might be useful to you," said Miss Brooke, as Paul rose
+to take his leave. "I'm sure he'd be delighted to be of service to you.
+And how nice, too, if we were to meet there again! Perhaps we shall."
+
+Her face gleamed as with the pleasure of anticipation.
+
+"I shall always bear the hope with me," said Paul gravely; and, wishing
+her a pleasant crossing, he bade her "good-bye."
+
+"Let us say '_Au revoir_' rather," and once again she pressed his hand,
+which was more than he had dared hope for.
+
+But what had "Charlie" to do with Miss Brooke? he asked himself a
+thousand times that evening.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+
+A MONTH later--about the beginning of June--Paul had entered the Ecole
+des Beaux Arts as a student of architecture. Not to have succeeded in
+tearing himself away would have been to lose all self-respect. He had
+determined to justify himself to himself, to prove he had a will he need
+not be ashamed of. Thus it was that his astonished mother and a
+favourite uncle--Celia's guardian--who both had a good deal to say about
+Paris and its temptations, expended their speech to no purpose.
+
+Paul entered into his student life with zest, working hard and
+conscientiously in a very methodical fashion. He allowed himself,
+however, plenty of time for enjoying the city; going to the theatres,
+and peeping into all the show places, and hunting up curios at old
+shops, and lounging and playing billiards at the cafes, and drinking
+beer _al fresco_ on the boulevards. Occasionally he rode in the Bois, or
+made excursions up and down the Seine, and into the neighbouring
+country--mostly, of course, in company, for he soon struck acquaintance
+with some of the men, many of whom he found had to manage on very little
+money. So he said nothing about his own easy circumstances, rather
+enjoying the two-franc seat at the theatre and the fifteen-centime ride
+on the tops of tramcars. When he wanted expensive amusement he went
+alone.
+
+No one he knew had so far mentioned Miss Brooke's name, and though he
+was often on the point of asking one or other of his new friends about
+her, some instinct invariably restrained him. He had nurtured his love
+for her, all his solitary thought turning to her, and it seemed a sort
+of sacrilege to make even the most innocent inquiry about her in her
+absence. This waiting for her in silence was part of the romance.
+
+He understood the American girl a little better now, fellow-students
+having introduced him to girl friends--that is to say, he was better
+acquainted with her and her ways. And he was satisfied that whatever
+appeared right to Miss Brooke, no matter how much it violated his own
+notions, must be right absolutely. With her the fact of riches or
+poverty was reduced to a mere indifferent background, against which her
+personality stood out in all its charm and dignity. A girl like her
+could make her home in one room, and yet make you welcome in it with as
+much ease and grace as any lady in a fine drawing-room.
+
+Time passed, and still nobody, by any chance, referred to Miss Brooke.
+This was not surprising, for Paris was large, and American girl students
+were plentiful and scattered all over it. Moreover, a girl who had gone
+home months before was likely to be soon forgotten. Pemberton he had
+never met, but he had seen him just once from the top of a tramcar. The
+hot weather came on and Paul passed a delicious month at Montmorency in
+company with one of the men. After his return he settled to work again,
+and the months went by almost without his keeping count of them--for,
+Miss Brooke having mentioned a year as the time she was likely to remain
+in America, he would not look for her till the spring came on again. In
+the meanwhile he inflicted much misery on himself by speculating as to
+whether home and home ties might not have absorbed for good so ideal and
+affectionate a girl as he conceived her to be, especially after so long
+a residence abroad. But deep down was implanted in him an unswerving
+faith in her coming, and, though the manner of their meeting had been
+left so undefined, he was certain there would be no difficulty when the
+time came, and that his life after that would be one long fairy tale.
+
+The spring came at last, and with it _vernissage_ at the Salon. Paul
+knew one or two men who were exhibiting, so he decided to pass his
+afternoon at the Palais de l'Industrie. The tens of thousands that
+thronged the galleries made picture-inspection difficult and tedious;
+but the crowd itself presented many compensating features of interest.
+Paul was hoping, too, he might see Miss Brooke there, as it was not
+impossible she might by now be back in Paris. Occasionally he fancied a
+girl resembled Miss Brooke, but when, after infinite striving, he had
+got close to his quarry, he found the points of likeness were but few.
+Once or twice the fair one eluded his pursuit, and got irretrievably
+swallowed up.
+
+On his going to _dejeuner_ the next day, at a little restaurant close by
+the school, where he was in the habit of dropping in at mid-day--he
+dined in the evening in state at a more pretentious establishment--there
+sat Miss Brooke herself at a table at the end of the room, her face
+towards the door. None of the usual clients had yet arrived, as it was a
+trifle early, and _mademoiselle_ was distributing the newly-written
+menus among the various tables. In any case he must have caught sight of
+her at once, as the cluster of sharp red and black wings that shot up
+from one side of the little toque, which just seemed to rest on her
+hair, drew the eye at once. Her face showed glowing and bright, set
+above the dark mass of her stuff dress. As the door swung to she looked
+up from the menu she had been studying.
+
+"How do you do, Mr. Middleton? You seem real scared to see me."
+
+Her greeting seemed as calm and laughing as if they had but parted the
+day before, and Paul felt some vague dissatisfaction with it--he did not
+quite know why. It seemed, somehow, as if there were no romance between
+them at all, as if they were the merest acquaintances. Perhaps it was
+that the pent-up emotion of months of waiting needed more dramatic
+expression than this commonplace situation afforded.
+
+He asked permission, and sat down opposite her, scarcely knowing what
+to say to her first.
+
+"Can you tell me whether _cervelle de veau_ is anything good to eat?
+It's the only unfamiliar thing on the menu, and my only hope."
+
+He took the sheet of paper as she held it to him, but found the dish was
+equally unknown to him. They appealed to _mademoiselle_, who informed
+them, "_C'est dans la tete._"
+
+"I wonder if she means 'brains.' I was hoping not to have to translate
+_cervelle_ literally."
+
+"I am not afraid of experimenting," suggested Paul.
+
+"For my benefit. That is real kind of you. Whenever I've been curious
+about things with strange names, I've always had to order them, which is
+rather an expensive way of increasing one's French vocabulary."
+
+When the dish came, neither Paul nor Miss Brooke liked the curly look of
+it, so they fell back on _bifteck_, salad, cheese, and fruit.
+
+"And so you are here after all," said Miss Brooke, musingly.
+
+"Why? Did you think I was not serious about coming?"
+
+"I didn't mean that. My expression was a sort of acknowledgment to
+myself that I had found you--or rather, to be proper, that you had found
+me."
+
+His heart fairly leaped with pleasure. She had certainly then thought of
+him during the past months!
+
+"I must thank the happy chance that led you in here," he murmured,
+feeling his emotion at length control him.
+
+"Happy chance!" She charmed his ear with a ripple of laughter. "Why,
+I've exhausted almost every restaurant near the Beaux Arts, that being
+the most feminine way of pursuing you. The mathematical theory of
+probability--college learning _does_ prove useful at times--told me the
+happening of the event, that is, of the event I wanted to happen, was a
+certainty. For some particular restaurant or other is a habit which
+everybody contracts; it is, indeed, the first vice one picks up in
+Paris. And it's a habit that can't be broken. Day after day you
+revolt--if you're a man, you swear--against the _cuisine_. Things are
+becoming intolerable. Time was when everything was perfect, when the
+menu was varied, and always included your favourite dishes; when one
+could eat the salad without too close an inspection of the under-side of
+the leaves, and when the wine at eighty centimes a litre didn't turn
+blue or taste like ink. To-day is, most certainly, the last time you
+will ever set foot in the place. But the morrow comes, and at _dejeuner_
+time your feet bear you there again, and you are so meek about it that
+you scarcely protest."
+
+"That is just my experience," he confessed.
+
+"I was sure it would be. That is what enabled me to calculate so
+infallibly. You see I speak my thoughts quite unashamed. Paris makes one
+so frightfully immodest."
+
+"I'm glad, then, I didn't take it into my head to apply the same method
+in my search for you. Not only would it have upset your mathematics,
+but, having no particular landmark, I might have wandered on forever.
+All the same, I have kept my eyes open. In fact, I was hoping to see you
+yesterday at _vernissage_."
+
+"Were you there?" she exclaimed. "What a silly question!" she added
+immediately, laughing. "What I meant to say was _I_ was there. But, of
+course, it was quite impossible to find any one in such a crowd." Paul
+noticed with pleasure that the conversation on both sides assumed the
+fact of a positive rendezvous between them. Miss Brooke went on to
+chatter about the _vernissage_.
+
+"I see this morning's _Herald_ puts us down as a low lot. Its reporter
+must be very _exigeant_. In spite of our presence he insists the models
+gave the _ton_ to the assembly."
+
+"Were there many models present?" asked Paul. "I don't remember seeing
+any."
+
+"There were quite enough of them to be noticeable. Perhaps you thought
+they were all countesses."
+
+"I did have some such idea," he admitted. "I didn't know models dressed
+like countesses."
+
+"They do when their artists take them to _vernissage_. Which affords
+food for reflection."
+
+Paul felt slightly embarrassed and did not answer.
+
+"And now," resumed Miss Brooke, contemplating her _coeur a la creme_,
+"if I may venture to intrude on your reflections, will you please pass
+me the sugar?"
+
+"Is it long since you returned?" he inquired soon. "I was going to ask
+you before, only the _cervelle_ puzzle arose and somehow I forgot."
+
+"Just three weeks," she replied. "Poppa had his bigger salary, and as it
+was getting tedious seeing couples married I made haste to come over
+again. You can't imagine how impatient I was to get back in time for
+_vernissage_. It gives such a fillip to your ambitions to see crowds
+round your friends' pictures, and to read about them in the papers; it
+makes you realise your own powers, and sets you wondering why _you_
+hadn't dared to send something in. When you are tired of lamenting your
+folly you begin to admire your modesty, and of course you remember that
+modesty is the mark of true genius."
+
+"And you had all those thoughts?"
+
+"Oh, no! They are the thoughts I should have had if I hadn't been busy
+admiring the dresses. The pictures must wait--I shall be going again to
+see those, perhaps two or three times. Most students do. One is supposed
+to learn from them, but in practice one only criticises. The boys say
+everything is rotten. We girls pretend to agree with them, only, of
+course, it wouldn't be proper to express our opinion as violently as
+that. Do you dine here as well?"
+
+"I dine as the whim takes me. You see I haven't yet acquired a habit for
+evening wear. Not every Bohemian can make that boast."
+
+Miss Brooke laughed. "Bohemians mostly acquire bad habits for evening
+wear. But I'm going to cut Bohemianism altogether so far as my meals are
+concerned, and settle down in a _pension_. Two or three of the girls
+live there, and they report well of it. I also made friends while
+crossing with a girl who was being consigned there."
+
+He asked whether she had had a good crossing, and whether she were a
+good sailor. Miss Brooke replied that the weather had been perfect the
+whole way and she had enjoyed herself, and she proceeded to entertain
+him by relating incidents of the passage. Meanwhile the little
+restaurant had filled, and was nearly empty again. They rose at last and
+settled their _additions_. Paul then noticed that Miss Brooke had her
+painting materials with her, and insisted on carrying them so far as her
+school. They stepped out into the sunshine, and became aware how fine a
+day it was.
+
+"The afternoon almost tempts me to cut the Beaux Arts," said Paul.
+
+"By the way, how are you getting on there?" asked Miss Brooke.
+
+He was only too eager to tell her of his progress, and to discuss his
+chances of a medal. He also gave her an account of the new friends he
+had made--he liked the American "boys" very much, was indebted to them
+for endless kindnesses.
+
+"Why didn't you look up Charlie?" she asked suddenly.
+
+"How could I?" he asked, annoyed at the mention of the man's name,
+reminding him, as it did, of the apparent and inexplicable intimacy
+between the two, and also telling him they must already have seen each
+other.
+
+"You could easily have found him if you had inquired among the boys. He
+lives in his studio and he has scarcely left it the whole time I've been
+away. By the way, you remember Katharine, don't you? She's married
+again. To her editor this time. This is my school."
+
+They came to a standstill and faced each other to say "good-bye."
+
+"I scarcely feel like working this afternoon," observed Miss Brooke. "My
+laziness really overpowers my ambition. Did you not say something
+before, Mr. Middleton, about your being tempted to cut the Beaux Arts?
+Do be nice and yield to that temptation. I want to give way to mine so
+badly, but being a woman I daren't do anything unless somebody else is
+doing it at the same time."
+
+Paul's fibres of resistance did not relax gradually; they collapsed all
+at once.
+
+"Well," he laughed. "I've been so good all along, I think I've earned
+the right to play truant for once."
+
+"Mr. Middleton! That's bringing morality into it again, and I wanted to
+indulge in undiluted wickedness. You have to carry my box as I'm
+sufficiently occupied in holding up my skirts. I'll give you some tea
+afterwards as a reward."
+
+They strolled slowly in the sunshine, making for the river and crossing
+by the Pont des Arts; and passed through the Jardins des Tuileries,
+where the freshness of the greens, and the playing fountains, and the
+leafy trees, and the pretty children, and the odour of lilac proclaimed
+the spring. They sauntered across the Place de la Concorde and into the
+shady avenues of the Champs Elysees, where huge spots of sunlight
+freckled the ground; talking the while of the life of the city, of the
+foreign elements, of the Old and New Salons. Miss Brooke explained how
+her own day was spent. Seven o'clock in the morning found her punctually
+at school, and she worked two hours before taking her _cafe au lait_,
+afterwards continuing till midday. In the afternoon she usually copied
+and studied at the Louvre or Luxembourg. Such had been the routine of
+her work before, and she had had no difficulty in falling into it again.
+She could not hope to exhibit even next year, as she could neither
+afford a studio nor the expense of models. At the present she was living
+with some friends at their _appartement_ in the Avenue de Wagram. After
+their departure at the end of May she would enter into the _pension_,
+which was within a stone's throw of her school.
+
+Paul, eagerly listening to all these details, was only conscious in a
+far-off way of the eternal roll of smart carriages in the roadway, or of
+the multitude of children playing under the trees in charge of _bonnes_,
+whilst the mammas sat about on chairs, chatting, or with books or
+needlework. Onward the pair strolled past the Arc de Triomphe and down
+the great Avenue into the Bois de Boulogne, only stopping to rest by the
+laughing lake. Here the appeal of the water and the moored boats soon
+became irresistible. They fleeted the remainder of the afternoon
+ideally, till Miss Brooke announced it was time to repair to the Avenue
+de Wagram. Paul was afraid of her friends--he was scarcely presentable.
+
+"Be calm, my friend," she reassured him. "We shall have a nice little
+tea all to ourselves. The others have gone to Versailles and are only
+coming back in time to dine. We dine _chez nous_, as we have a _bonne_
+who cooks. Of course I can't be in to _dejeuner_, as the distance is too
+great from my school. You must come one evening and I'll present you."
+
+He thanked her for the suggestion, glad to welcome every arrangement
+that promised in any way to throw their lives together, for he had been
+not a little afraid he might not after all have the opportunity of
+seeing very much of her.
+
+As Miss Brooke made the tea in the pretty drawing room of the cosy flat,
+Paul began to realise with surprise how much progress their friendship
+had made in that one day. His dream had turned out true! He was so happy
+that the consciousness of all but the moment faded from him. London, his
+mother, Celia, and even chess were for the time absolutely non-existent.
+"Charlie," too, was forgotten, as the obnoxious name had not again
+dropped from Miss Brooke's lips.
+
+He took his leave at last, filled with joy by Miss Brooke's promise to
+run in on the morrow to _dejeuner_ at the same little restaurant. But as
+he turned from the broad stairway into the hall, he almost collided in
+his pre-occupation with a tall well-dressed man. Both murmured
+"_Pardon!_" and pursued their ways. Paul had seen the other's face, but
+he had taken several steps forward before the features sank into his
+brain, and he realised with a great shock they were those of "Charlie."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+
+HOWEVER, Miss Brooke said nothing to him about Charlie in the days that
+followed, though he saw her often. Without it being specially mentioned
+again, it was somehow understood they were, for the present, to meet at
+mid-day at the little restaurant, and, moreover, she allowed him to take
+her several times to the two Salons. He might easily have dragged in
+references to Pemberton, but he felt it would not be right to do so for
+the mere purpose of discovering what it would have been an impertinence
+to demand outright.
+
+And the more his _camaraderie_ with Miss Brooke became an established
+fact, the more did this question of Charlie disturb him. He had
+discovered by this time that a harmless friendship between a man and a
+girl was by no means unusual among the students and was not necessarily
+assumed to imply matrimonial intentions. He knew, moreover, that such
+friendships grew rapidly on this soil where the English-speaking
+students gravitated together during the years of their voluntary exile.
+But, if this thought pacified him as to Miss Brooke and Charlie, the
+very pacification carried with it a sting. For it led to the further
+tormenting suspicion that Miss Brooke did not take the relationship
+between her and himself as seriously as he would have liked her to. Her
+conduct and bearing towards him were all he could wish, yet he seemed to
+feel behind them a stern limit to the intimacy, a barrier, as it were,
+that might bear on its face: "I am put here by way of giving you a
+reminder you are not to make any mistakes as to the extent of your
+rights over this property."
+
+Sometimes, indeed, in envisaging the position, he came to the conclusion
+that this was entirely due to his own imagination and that he might
+safely ask her to share his life. But at that point uncertainty would
+rise again, warning him that to make any such impulsive proposition just
+then might be to jeopardise the future of his romance. The remembrance
+of the distress caused him by his effort to determine the precise degree
+of Celia's claim on him by reason of his having engaged her for five
+dances in the same evening intruded in grotesque contrast now that he
+was endeavouring to determine the precise degree of his claim on Miss
+Brooke.
+
+Despite these prickings, and despite Charlie, sweetness predominated in
+his life. He felt untrammelled and unwatched over, recalling with a
+shudder the old strands that had tethered him. Though he wrote regularly
+to his mother, whom he had seen twice last autumn, on her way southward
+and on her return, all reference to Miss Brooke was excluded from his
+letters. He would not discuss his relation to her with anybody else,
+foreseeing that would only lead to a deal of useless and perhaps endless
+talk.
+
+After Miss Brooke had moved to the _pension_, where she had arranged to
+take all her meals, he no longer saw her every day. But it was
+understood he could take his chance of finding her at home whenever he
+chose to call in the evenings. She generally received him in her little
+oblong sitting-room on the second floor, that opened out on a pleasant
+balcony, overlooking the street. He soon grew to love this room, to the
+decorations of which she had added a huge Japanese umbrella, which hung
+from the ceiling, and two Japanese lights, and a piece of Oriental
+tapestry, besides her personal nicknacks. Paul's usual lounging-place,
+whilst Miss Brooke gave him his after-dinner coffee, was an old
+cretonne-covered ottoman, on which a broken spring made a curious hump,
+and over his head were suspended some book-shelves. Now and again he
+would find other callers, of both sexes, for Miss Brooke was "at home"
+once a week to all her friends. Of course, Paul did not abuse his
+privilege, but firmly restricted the number of his visits. Occasionally,
+too, he had the happiness of taking her to dine at some one or other of
+the great cafes on the Grands Boulevards, and they would stroll back
+together along the river bank, enchanted by the wonderful nocturnes. On
+Sunday sometimes, they would make an excursion beyond the
+fortifications to some rural spot, she taking her paint-box and
+sketching lazily whilst they talked; and if, on rare afternoons, he left
+his work, and looked in at the Luxembourg to find her deftly plying her
+brush in her big blue coarse linen apron, with its capacious pockets,
+she seemed by no means displeased.
+
+Every legitimate topic was talked over between them. He had long since
+exhausted the theme of his own life, that is, he had told it so far as
+he cared to tell it. Celia, for one thing, did not appear in it, and
+there were one or two little matters he was especially careful to
+suppress. He felt vaguely saint-like, when, in the course of this
+judicious selection from his biography, he arrived at his slumming
+experiences, and hinted at his charities, which were being continued
+during his absence. Miss Brooke repaid the confidence in kind, enabling
+him, by her various reminiscences, to reconstruct a fairly continuous
+account of her existence, which, it never struck him, might also be
+selected.
+
+They drifted, too, into the realm of ideas, exchanging their notions
+on--among other things--love and platonic friendship. They discussed the
+last-mentioned phenomenon in great detail, Paul, aflame with
+self-consciousness, but quite unable to pierce beneath the sphinx-like
+demeanour with which Miss Brooke made her impartial and freezingly
+impersonal statements. From ideas they passed on to the consideration of
+conduct and how it should be determined under divers subtle conditions.
+
+"Yes, but don't you really think that one _ought_ to listen to such an
+appeal _if_....," she would gravely interpose with her sweet voice as
+her brush made sensuous strokes on the canvas. And Paul became more and
+more impressed with the nobility of her soul, and strove likewise--as
+was but natural in the circumstances--to impress her with the nobility
+of his. He usually felt ethically perfect after such conversations, and,
+had the occasion immediately arisen, it would have found him equal to
+acting along the lines of the "ought" laid down by Miss Brooke. He
+imagined that he certainly was receiving endless benefit from this
+threshing out of things with a quick and sympathetic personality.
+
+So ran by a couple of months, "Charlie" continuing to be the chief cause
+of disturbance in Paul's existence. The two men had by now met several
+times at Miss Brooke's, had saluted civilly, but had little to say to
+each other. Paul felt sure his hatred was returned, and neither showed
+the least disposition to become better acquainted. Neither asked the
+other to dine or drink, or play billiards, or even to walk with him,
+and if rarely they passed in the street a nod was all they exchanged.
+The lines of their lives occasionally met in a point, but never ran
+together.
+
+The enmity between them only became irksome when no others were present,
+but never did Miss Brooke herself manifest the least suspicion of it.
+Whatever the relation between Miss Brooke and Pemberton, it never seemed
+to interfere in practice with the relation between Miss Brooke and
+himself. She alluded to "Charlie" in her talk much more freely than
+heretofore, but always apropos, always impersonally, just as she might
+casually mention Katharine, who was so happy now. Charlie had such and
+such a habit, such and such a way of looking at things, such and such
+ideas of art.
+
+But Paul's jealousy grew till he became well-nigh intolerable to
+himself. It made him resort to underhand watchings, from the mere
+thought of which, in saner moments, he shrank with shame and remorse.
+But he had thus ascertained that Charlie was, if anything, a more
+frequent visitor than himself, and had less scruples in the matter of
+standing on ceremony.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+
+ONE night Paul was at the Opera when he caught sight of Miss Brooke and
+Pemberton with her. His evening was spoilt and he left at once. He felt
+both angry and hurt, for he had seen her for a few minutes in the
+afternoon, and she had said nothing about her plans for the evening
+beyond warning him it was highly probable she might not be at home.
+
+The climax had come. He was determined that things should not continue
+as they were. If Miss Brooke simply regarded their connection as a mere
+students' companionship, agreeable to both parties but strictly
+temporary, then he must end it immediately. Miss Brooke must at once be
+made aware of what this friendship meant to him. What he had so far
+deemed inexpedient seemed to him the only expediency--to stake all on
+one coup.
+
+In the stress of the crisis the prejudices that were his by inheritance
+and teaching, and that his new life had caused to slumber, asserted
+themselves again, crying aloud against these friendships. Miss Brooke
+ought never to have expected him to be proof against that sort of thing,
+of which he had never had experience. Pemberton might be able and
+content to flutter round without hurt, but he himself had been a lost
+man from the beginning.
+
+It soothed him to map out the future as he wished it to be, and all
+seemed so natural and reasonable that, if she cared for him in the
+least, she could not but admit his views on every point. He felt himself
+filled with an infinite longing, an infinite tenderness. He would
+surround her with his love so that escape from it should be impossible.
+It should permeate every fibre of her being, and she should in the end
+come to him and give up everything to fulfil the duties of a wife,
+presiding over his household, absorbing herself in his career, and
+giving all her thought to the unity their two lives would constitute. Of
+course, she could paint in such time as was left to her, and any glory
+she might achieve would redound to the credit of his name. Still when a
+woman had once become a wife, he argued, her ambition generally faded.
+Wifehood was absorbing. Greater glory than that of being a perfect wife
+there could not be.
+
+A few days later, when his emotion had somewhat calmed down, and he
+could trust himself sufficiently to see her, he called at the _pension_,
+but, as had happened occasionally from the beginning, he did not find
+her at home. So the next morning he sent her a great heterogeneous mass
+of flowers with the half-jesting, half-reproachful hope they might meet
+with better fortune than he. Whereupon he immediately received a letter
+explaining she had passed the previous evening with some very nice
+people in the Avenue Kleber, and announcing her intention of taking him
+there on the morrow. Would he dine early and call for her? She thanked
+him for the flowers in a postscript, saying they had transformed her
+room into a veritable bower.
+
+At the time appointed he climbed the well-known two flights of stairs
+and the _bonne_ showed him into the little room, saying _mademoiselle_
+would join him "in a little minute." Several big minutes passed, and
+then the door-hanging was pushed aside and Miss Brooke stood smiling at
+him. She had always appealed to his aesthetic side, giving him the sense
+of contemplating an exquisite piece of art-work; but the particular
+impression he had to-night differed from all previous ones. Her figure
+seemed slenderer in its black net evening dress, covered with bead-work
+that glistened with a wonderful shading of green into blue and blue into
+green. Above the turquoise-blue velvet trimming of the bodice, her long
+neck made a dazzling whiteness, and her face looked pink and babyish,
+whilst her curls lay about with just a shade more severity than usual.
+She wore a necklace of turquoises set in antique gold, and in her hair
+was a big gold comb inset with the same stones, irregularly cut. The
+note of colour thus given made her blue eyes appear like two large
+jewels amid the constellation. Paul told himself he had never realised
+before _how_ beautiful those eyes were. The lightly-parted lips
+intensified the babyishness, so that she ceased to be the independent,
+self-willed girl, fitting in rather with that other conception he had
+lingered on as the ideal she might develop into as his wife--a woman
+clinging to her husband and glad of his strength.
+
+He was sure he saw her now as she really was. The conditions of her life
+were alone to blame for forcing on her the necessity of a career.
+Woman's true sphere was the home. An outside existence subjected to
+hardening influences a delicate soul whose very nature was to thirst for
+tender nurture and love. Such had always been his mother's conviction;
+such was his fervent belief. The association of Miss Brooke with
+money-earning seemed an ugly blot on the universe.
+
+There seemed, too, a tenderer, more intimate quality in her voice, and a
+sort of clinging in her touch as she went down the stairway with her
+hand on his arm. That forbidding barrier of which he had always been
+conscious had vanished!
+
+"It's the McCook's last 'At-Home,'" she explained, as the _voiture_
+began to move. "They are such nice people--I'm sure you'll like them.
+Dora's an old college chum of mine, and she's asked me to stay with her
+to-night. Dora and I chat such a deal when we get together, and we
+always enjoy sitting up nice and quiet by ourselves after everybody else
+has gone. I told her you would escort me home, but she seemed quite
+shocked at the idea. As if you haven't escorted me back from the
+theatre! Dora has become quite conventional since her marriage. She used
+to argue with her mother and do pretty well as she liked not so very
+long ago. Now I believe her mother shocks her sometimes. She's leaving
+with her husband in a few days for Perros-Guirec, and they're going to
+take me with them."
+
+Her words rang with a childlike joy. He asked where Perros-Guirec was in
+a voice that was somewhat desolate at the prospect of losing her.
+
+"It's in Brittany--a whole day's journey from Paris. I was there two
+years ago, and sketched most of the time. Everybody is thinking of
+leaving now, the heat will soon be getting unbearable. The Grand Prix
+has been run, the Battle of Flowers has been fought, and the Allee de
+Longchamps is deserted. All the smart people are in _villegiature_. How
+nice is the evening after the sultry day!"
+
+They were passing through the Boulevard St. Germain. Miss Brooke was
+sitting just close enough to Paul for them to touch with the swaying of
+the carriage. He felt singularly happy. The hushed sounds of the city
+over which the dusk hung mystic came to him like a soft sustained tone
+of music; its lights gleamed in upon them with magic rays. He was
+conscious of the great dark masses of palaces, of shadowy pedestrians
+moving noiselessly on the side-paths. No fever in the air now, only a
+far-reaching calm.
+
+"The night makes one almost sorry to leave Paris," resumed Miss Brooke.
+Her voice made the harmonies sweeter, blending them all into one perfect
+harmony.
+
+"But the breezes, and the woods, and the rye-fields, and the farm-houses
+with their delicious old oak presses, and the kind-hearted people, and
+the quaint children who love to watch you sketch and see you squeeze the
+paint out of the tubes--the memory of all these things draws you back to
+them. I long for Brittany almost as much as I once longed to leave
+everything and everybody and be just myself--and by myself. It seems so
+long ago now."
+
+She had almost unconsciously moved closer to him now.
+
+"Won't you tell me when that was--Lisa?"
+
+It was the first time he had dared to call her by this name. In his
+longing to utter it in articulate speech it had rushed to the tip of his
+tongue.
+
+"It was three years ago--before I came here. Every place had
+associations that hurt me. I wanted to get away--to work, work, work. I
+seemed to hate everybody. So I came here, and for months I thought I was
+as hard as a stone. Then one day I found myself angry with a girl--a
+fellow-student--and I was quite surprised to find I could feel at all.
+And then I was suddenly glad I was a human being again."
+
+Her voice melted away into the vast murmur of the soft-twinkling city.
+Beyond the fact that he was selfishly glad she had had trouble--it
+afforded him the exquisite pleasure of sympathy--there was no active
+thought in him now, no estimation of the position. His soul alone
+dominated; it had been moved to responsiveness and it now wrought out
+its mood, subtly surrounding her, he felt, with its comfort.
+
+They crossed the mysterious, glistening river, and came upon the myriad
+flame-points of the Place de la Concorde. They turned into the Champs
+Elysees betwixt woods enchanted by the sorcerer Night; catching glimpses
+of palaces of light amid the trees whence melody came floating, mingled
+with the incense of the summer.
+
+"Won't you tell me, Lisa--that is, if you think you can trust me."
+
+It was sweet to exercise the privilege of calling her "Lisa." He felt it
+was his for always now.
+
+"I know I can trust you, Paul. Would you really care to hear? Of course
+you would," she continued quickly, giving him no time to reply. "What a
+silly question for me to ask! Still there is little to tell! I loved a
+man. We were to be married. His mind was poisoned against me by an
+enemy. He was harsh and unjust. A few words sum all up. He is married to
+another. A commonplace chapter, is it not? But to have lived through
+it--to have lived through it!"
+
+He grew dazed and white. "To have lived through it!" Those simple words
+seemed to his comprehending mood athrob with the sobbing of great grief.
+
+"But you do not love him now?" he breathed.
+
+"No, no! All is over now. But I brooded and brooded and thought--the
+experience made me a woman. Life is a serious thing to me now. I feel
+better and stronger for what I have suffered. But the memory remains."
+
+"You have nothing to reproach yourself with, Lisa. Surely there are
+happier memories in store for you. It is for you but to shape the
+future."
+
+He longed for her impulsive "How?" and had his answer ready. It seemed a
+strange thing, but this confession of a past love, this telling of a
+great sorrow in her life, had wrought a spell upon him. His eyes were
+full of tears. In that moment his love for her seemed to have increased
+a thousandfold. The surprise with which the revelation had overwhelmed
+him was lost in the rush of pity. She had suffered, and by his love he
+would make everything up to her.
+
+But now there came a sudden change, slight in its outward manifestation,
+but felt by him like a chill blast, for his soul vibrated to hers,
+registering every subtle shade of her mood. She did not speak
+immediately, and he knew that moment of silence was fatal.
+
+They had passed the round point of the Champs Elysees, and the woods and
+gardens had ended. Only the giant _hotels_ rose on either hand. There
+seemed more carriages darting about now, a greater movement of life, a
+general sense of disenchantment in the air, of an awakening from a dream
+to the clattering reality of things. Paul realised that the spell was
+broken.
+
+Miss Brooke had turned her head for a moment to look through the window.
+
+"We shall be there in two or three minutes now," she said, as a sort of
+natural outcome of her ascertaining their exact whereabouts. "I am
+afraid I must rather have depressed you. It is scarcely courteous to our
+hostess for us to arrive in so gloomy a mood."
+
+She gave a little laugh which set his every nerve a-tingle, so certainly
+did its ring lack the appealing quality that had brought him so close
+to her. It seemed to thrust him back abruptly and brutally.
+
+"Tell me, Paul, haven't you ever had any love affairs?" she went on to
+ask, and there was a suspicion of banter in her tone. "I've told you all
+about my tragedy, now tell me about yours or all yours. I know we've
+told each other all our lives before, but of course we both bowdlerized.
+The most interesting parts have yet to be told."
+
+As she had asked him a direct question he felt constrained to answer it.
+He found himself considering whether his relation to Celia need count as
+a love affair, but he was so convinced he had never been in love with
+her at all that he decided he could leave her out without doing violence
+to his conscience. Altogether there had been in his life two very minor
+and foolish amourettes that might have became entanglements; one with a
+barmaid when he was in the lawyer's office, some of the clerks having
+persuaded him the girl "was gone on him," the other with a simple maiden
+of sixteen, the daughter of a market gardener, which idyll had proceeded
+at his father's country seat. Paul told the latter--it was a boyish
+passion that had come to nothing and stood for nothing in his life; the
+former he was ashamed of. "I proposed to her and gave her a mortal
+fright. She was so scared she ran away. We were both shamefaced when we
+met again, and my spurt of pluck was at an end. I dared not say another
+word to her, and somehow we drifted out of being sweethearts. I was
+barely nineteen at the time."
+
+Miss Brooke laughed again heartily, but Paul only felt the gloomier.
+
+"Tell me some more, please. You put me into quite a cheerful humour.
+What was your next love affair?"
+
+She had resumed her old militant badinage.
+
+"There is nothing more in my biography that is likely to entertain you,"
+he answered evasively.
+
+"Is it so bad as that, Paul? I think you might tell me all the same. I'm
+not easily shocked."
+
+"You mistake me. I have told you all," he replied, driven to the lie
+direct.
+
+"Come, come, Mr. Paul. In a woman one might expect such a want of
+candour. But suppose I tell you _my_ other affairs--will that encourage
+you to tell me yours? Is it a bargain?"
+
+"Your other affairs?" he repeated.
+
+"Did you imagine I've had only one in my life? That's paying me a very
+poor compliment. This is our destination."
+
+"Why do you tease me, Lisa?" he asked, as they descended. He was
+relieved that the drive had come to an end. It had been a trying time
+for him. He wondered what it was all coming to? Just when the critical
+moment had come she had practically inhibited him from speaking. She was
+a strange, baffling girl, and he was helpless in her hands.
+
+"I'm not teasing you, I simply want to finish my confessions. You must
+dance three dances with me, and talk to me a lot after. Perhaps I shall
+succeed in softening you and then you'll be more tractable. We dance
+till midnight. After that we sup and converse till dawn. It seems there
+are special complications and permissions for dancing and music in the
+small hours, as one's neighbours above and below are apt to want to
+sleep just then. Dora shirked the bother, especially as her French is so
+weak and her husband's worse."
+
+They went up the stairway and were warmly welcomed by Mrs. McCook. It
+was a pleasant gathering of nice-looking men and pretty girls, but Paul
+was only half alive to it. To him it was scarcely more than a mere
+background for the further development of his drama. So far he took
+these further love-affairs of Miss Brooke as the purest make-believe,
+but all the same he was curiously uneasy and anxious to hear what she
+had in mind to tell him.
+
+When he could talk to her again, he could discover no trace in her
+manner of her having lived through with him a supreme emotional moment.
+The softness that had given him a glimpse of infinite love, and which he
+had perhaps hoped might reveal itself again, was absent; in its place
+the old niceness and the frank friendliness of comradeship, and with
+them the old warning to him to stand back. She proceeded to give him
+the promised account of her various lovers in a light, mocking mood.
+
+"I began very early, much earlier than your simple country maiden. My
+memories of childhood are rather hazy, but I should say I must have had
+a lover before I was out of my cradle. But I was thirteen before my
+heart was really moved. Since then I have been in love with so many men
+that I really can't remember half of them. However, I'll try and pick
+out those that affected me most seriously at the time. The first one was
+really a very nice schoolboy. His idea of love-making was to feed me
+incessantly with candy, which he did for a whole year till I fell a
+victim to the charms of another boy. The two fought. Both emerged from
+the combat with black eyes, which rather spoilt their beauty, and
+therefore killed my interest in them. It required quite an heroic
+effort, though, to refuse their offerings."
+
+"And was this method of love-making as satisfying to them as it was to
+you?" asked Paul, beginning to be confirmed in his supposition that Miss
+Brooke was joking.
+
+"Oh, we used to have clandestine meetings and we used to kiss, of
+course. That made me rather tired of them. They wanted to be kissing the
+whole time."
+
+Paul had a momentary vertigo, though he professed by his manner to be
+listening in the same spirit as Miss Brooke narrated.
+
+"The first one was always a nice boy even when he grew up and was always
+ready to fall in love with me again. But one fine day he got engaged,
+wrote to tell me about it, and asked me to congratulate him. He married.
+That finishes with him.
+
+"The next interesting one was a college man. I was about sixteen then
+and at the height of my musical ambition. He was musical, too, in fact
+quite an enthusiast. He used to pilot me about to concerts and send me
+tickets for the opera. Besides I was struggling then with Latin, Greek,
+and Conic Sections, and he used to help me polish off things--for
+selfish reasons, of course."
+
+"And used you to kiss this time as well?" he asked, no longer
+questioning that he was hearing her personal history.
+
+"Only at very sentimental moments," she replied, apparently overlooking
+the mockery in his voice. "I was older and a greater expert in emotions.
+One's first experiments are necessarily crude. But, to proceed, my
+cavalier lost his head one day and wanted me to marry him at once, which
+was rather absurd. So I had to give him his _conge_ and accept the
+attentions of a less violent lover. I had always a reserve to draw upon,
+but so long as a man behaved nicely and didn't get altogether
+unreasonable, I let it accumulate. My musical friend, however, gave me
+some trouble. We had several stormy interviews, and at last I had
+positively to refuse to see him. One fine day he, too, got engaged and
+wrote to me asking me to congratulate him. I know he was divorced some
+time since, but I've completely lost sight of him."
+
+At this moment Miss Brooke was led away to dance, but was able to join
+him again before very long.
+
+"The next----" were her first words, in a mock-solemn, long-drawn-out
+tone, as she took his arm and then she broke into laughter. "The next
+was a tall Southerner with nice manners, a soft voice, and a pretty way
+of calling me 'ma'am.' He, too, was musical--naturally, I preferred
+musical lovers then. The Colonel, as everybody called him, literally
+worshipped me, but he was as poor as a church mouse, and I used to
+think myself very noble to be satisfied to get stuck with him in back
+seats at concert-halls. He went back South after graduating, swearing
+he'd never forget me; but, as soon as he'd made his fortune, he was
+coming back to marry me. I thought that if the illusion would help him
+to make his fortune, he might as well keep it. In any case I should have
+given him cause to be grateful to me. He wrote to me half-a-dozen times,
+then there was a break of some months; and, when I had almost forgotten
+him, one fine day I got a letter from him."
+
+"Announcing his engagement and asking you to congratulate him," said
+Paul, with bitterness.
+
+"Yes. I think you may take that for granted. It is what they all do. Is
+it any use my telling you more? I'm beginning to think the recital is
+getting monotonous. And then there are some coming along and I can't
+remember the exact order, which came before which."
+
+She seemed to hurry over her last words as though impatient to be done,
+and wearied and bored by the memory of all these dallyings with
+sentiment. The mocking merriment appeared also to have died out of her
+face and voice. She gazed idly at the dancers who, in the restricted
+space, almost constantly brushed up against them as they stood pressed
+close to the wall. Paul wondered if he were looking haggard. The air of
+careless merriment he had at first forced himself to assume had given
+way, as he listened, to a sort of nervous apathy. The one great passion
+of hers she had confided to him had drawn him closer to her by its
+intrinsic dignity. It had appealed to his finer nature, stirring it to
+its very depths. But these later revelations of hers revolted him by
+their very pettiness. What had her parents been at that such a girl had
+been allowed to run wild in that fashion? It was monstrous she had not
+been supervised and prevented from stooping to these foolish and
+frivolous relations with foolish and frivolous men--men she had allowed
+to kiss her lips!
+
+The pang that tore him at the image revealed to him how powerless he
+was. He glanced at her again as she stood at his side. There was a
+half-sad expression now on her face, which had resumed all its
+babyishness again. The lock of hair near her ear lay about in a dainty
+twist. Her lips showed innocent and red. To kiss them _he_ would lay
+down his life!
+
+He was shaken; he wanted to sob aloud. But he was at a festive
+gathering. Round, round, up and down the room went the dancers,
+shuffling forward with their rapid glide, the men bending their long,
+supple bodies, the flowing curves of the women's dresses imparting a
+greater grace to the movement. The whole scene was dreamy to him. His
+inner thought was the only reality.
+
+Why had she told him, why had she told him? he moaned within himself.
+Then as he saw a new softness appear in her face, a gleam of comfort
+came to him. Perhaps it had been from motives of conscience and she
+really repented all; perhaps, too, she had thought it right to tell him
+everything before allowing him to ask her to be his.
+
+He would overlook all those episodes if only she would be his. If even
+they had been more serious, if even she had been a dishonoured woman, he
+knew now he would have had no strength not to condone. If any one had
+told him a year ago that he--Paul--would one day be both willing and
+eager to make such concessions as regards the past of a woman he
+contemplated making his wife, he would have denied the statement
+indignantly as a libel on himself.
+
+She turned suddenly, and their looks met. Her face lighted up with a
+smile. "Come, Paul, it's your turn now?"
+
+"My turn!" he echoed, her words for the moment startlingly sounding like
+an invitation to take his place in the procession of her lovers.
+
+"Yes," she said. "Who was your sweetheart after the gardener's
+daughter?"
+
+He denied any further love, though hating to tell the lie. But Miss
+Brooke persisted, entreating, provoking, urging, coaxing, pouting;
+subtly transforming herself into the child with its lovable moods and
+movements; enslaving him, rendering him powerless at her will, with this
+one strange exception--he could be strong enough to withhold from her
+the episode he was ashamed of.
+
+"Paul, Paul," she said sternly. "Tell the truth. Are you not in love
+now?"
+
+He scarcely dared look at her. He was conscious of that lock again and
+of another on her forehead.
+
+"Silence betrays. Did you come to Paris for the sake of your
+architecture or to be near me?"
+
+"To be near you, Lisa," he breathed.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+
+ALTHOUGH the thought of Lisa's old flirtations obtruded and pricked
+occasionally, Paul went about the next morning in a state of subdued
+happiness. A wonderful calm had come over him, disturbed only at the
+moments when he had to thrust from him those images of other men kissing
+Lisa's lips. Those meaningless loves had been long dead, he argued, and,
+since she had made the confession voluntarily at the risk of estranging
+his love, it would be unfair to her for him to dwell upon them now.
+
+At the same time he could never have conceived the possibility of such a
+line of argument on his part in the days before he had met Miss Brooke.
+Love had, indeed, set at naught all the principles he had thought to
+abide by--had made him yield his demand for that absolute soul-virginity
+he had deemed the very basis of his choice.
+
+But away with all that now! Her love for him was, of a surety, the first
+that had come into her life since her great sorrow. As for Pemberton,
+there had never been the slightest sentiment between her and him. No
+doubt the fellow would now take a suitable place in the background of
+their life, and they would welcome him as an acquaintance. Why should he
+bear the man animosity?
+
+He could not do any work that morning, but strolled hither and thither,
+getting joyous impressions from the sun-lit city. Lisa had not only
+promised to dine in the evening at the Cafe Pousset and afterwards to go
+with him to see a melodrama at the Ambigu, most of the other theatres
+having closed their doors, but she had given him permission to take his
+holiday at Perros-Guirec during the whole two months of her stay there,
+so that he would be virtually one of the party. The immediate outlook
+was, therefore, very agreeable.
+
+He returned to the _maison meublee_ where his quarters were, immediately
+after his mid-day meal, and passed the afternoon packing away his
+luggage, which occupation gave him the pleasurable feeling that his
+preparations for the happy time to come were in full swing. He sang and
+whistled as he worked, his overflowing vigour manifesting itself in the
+bold ornamental letters with which he made out the labels for his
+trunks: "Middleton, Paris a Perros-Guirec." At half-past five he began
+to think of taking a stroll before dinner, and was on the point of doing
+so when the _concierge_ brought him up a letter with the characteristic
+explanation that it had come in the morning, shortly after monsieur had
+gone out, and that he had forgotten about it as monsieur passed by
+before.
+
+Paul recognised his mother's writing, and stayed to read it. At first it
+did not seem to contain anything of special importance, covering much
+the same ground as many of its predecessors, and dealing with one or two
+business matters. On the third page came a reproach that he had allowed
+three weeks go by without writing.
+
+"I can understand," continued his mother, "that all those hours of
+engrossing work every day must leave you quite fatigued, my poor child.
+But surely I am very reasonable in my demands, and one letter a week is
+not such a very heavy tax on you. Are you sure you are not overworking
+yourself, dear Paul? You were always a delicate child, and you are
+certainly not strong enough to go on living in a French hotel, with
+only strangers to look after you. Don't you think you ought to take a
+long holiday now? I am going to take Celia to Dieppe--it has all been
+decided and arranged to-day. The poor child has been worried and
+fretting and poorly for a long time past, and sadly needs this entire
+change of scene. Now suppose, dear Paul, you come and join us at Dieppe.
+You will be near to me, and I can look after you again, if only for a
+couple of months. We shall be starting the day after to-morrow, and we
+shall be staying at the Hotel de Paris. Write to me, dear Paul, direct
+there, or, better still, come down and surprise us. Celia, I am sure,
+will be _delighted_ to see you. I never understood what happened between
+you two exactly. You said 'good-bye' so stiffly that I made sure you had
+quarrelled, though Celia assures me that was not so. She is a dear,
+good girl, and I love her as if she were my own daughter."
+
+Of course he couldn't go. What a bother to have to refuse! Why had they
+just fixed on Dieppe when they might have gone to Norway or taken a
+jaunt up to Scotland! And then, too, confound it! they might even make a
+descent upon him at Perros-Guirec, for he would have to tell his mother
+that was the place where he had already arranged to spend his holiday
+with friends. He must discuss the matter with Lisa before replying to
+her or telling her of his intended marriage.
+
+But he had scarcely time to digest the letter before the man brought him
+up another which the postman had just left. This time the writing was
+Lisa's. What could she have to write to him about if it were not to
+postpone the evening's engagement? His nervous fingers tore at the
+envelope.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--Please don't come for me this
+          evening, and, indeed, you must never come for me
+          again. In writing this I am acting the part of a
+          very good friend to you, and it is as a very good
+          friend I should like you to remember me, as I
+          shall always remember you.--Yours sincerely,
+
+                                          "ELIZABETH BROOKE."
+
+So all was over! Behind the simplicity of the words he perceived a
+terrible inexorableness. If only she had signed "Lisa," it would not
+have crushed him so much; but the "Elizabeth Brooke" was paralyzing.
+
+When his hand was steady enough, he wrote:--
+
+          "DEAR LISA:--Need I say your note has quite
+          stunned me? Won't you give me a word of
+          explanation?               PAUL."
+
+The concierge's boy delivered this at Miss Brooke's _pension_.
+
+He scarcely knew how he got through the night. Every now and again he
+woke up and tossed about; and when he did lose consciousness, he had a
+sense of a grey infinity in which there was a great chasm. He wanted to
+rush to it to close it up, but was held back by some strange power.
+
+The morning's post brought him Miss Brooke's reply.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--I am glad your letter is so sensible
+          and to the point. Of course I owe you an
+          explanation, but I want you not to insist on it,
+          because I fear it will hurt you too much. The pain
+          it would give me I deserve.--Yours,      LISA."
+
+
+
+He found this note infinitely softer than the first and was encouraged
+to write again.
+
+          "DEAR LISA.--I am not strong enough to face the
+          punishment unless I know my sin. The pain of
+          listening to you can be nothing to the pain of
+          this horrible gap in my mind. Won't you let me see
+          you--for the last time? Remember it is only a day
+          since you told me you loved me. Don't refuse.
+                                           PAUL."
+
+To which came the reply by his own messenger.
+
+          "DEAR PAUL.--Come this evening at eight and you
+          will find me alone.--Yours,
+
+                                                 "LISA."
+
+All day long he nerved himself for the interview. He would rehearse
+nothing, anticipate nothing. When the time came, he would speak straight
+from his heart. Perhaps he might yet move her.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+
+MISS BROOKE received him with the same cheery frankness as of yore, gave
+him a quick hand-shake, and installed him in his old place on the
+knobby-springed ottoman beneath the hanging book-shelves. The little
+table was laid, as usual, for after-dinner coffee, and the small copper
+kettle was boiling over a spirit-lamp. She was the first to speak.
+
+"You were right, Paul. I have been thinking a good deal, and I have come
+to agree with you that we ought to have a last talk together. I am
+sensible that I am a thoroughly unscrupulous person--please don't
+contradict me, I mean it in sober earnest--but I am not without my
+redeeming moments, and so it happens I feel I ought to make my apology
+to you before we part. Apology! That is a very weak word to use after my
+immoral behaviour towards you. I mean to talk to you very openly, in
+fact, I am going to confess the whole extent of my misconduct. Only I
+want you to believe that to do so will hurt me if possible even more
+than you. I really do want your sympathy very badly, Paul, although I
+know I don't deserve it."
+
+Her beautiful face was grave, and her voice a shade anxious. In her eyes
+was an expression of sincerity that compelled acceptance.
+
+"I know you will make me understand everything, Lisa," he said.
+
+"You must withhold your judgment till I have finished. I am going to be
+absolutely candid, though I am not sure whether I have ever succeeded
+in telling the truth about things, the whole truth, and nothing but the
+truth, even to myself. One shrinks from laying bare the causes and
+motives of one's thoughts and conduct, even when no other eye is
+looking. But I should feel myself quite vile now if I concealed the
+least thing from you."
+
+"One can over-accentuate the baseness of one's motives as well as cover
+it up," he suggested.
+
+"It is very kind of you, Paul, to try and spare me. But please save up
+your mercy; I warn you I shall be sadly in need of it later on. To come
+to facts now, Paul, I have tried to victimise you from the beginning. I
+have dissembled and told you lies throughout. I have systematically
+acted a part. I have never loved you."
+
+He tried to make some articulation, but not a muscle moved. He sat as
+if turned to stone.
+
+"That first evening we met I knew I had turned your head, and I could
+see at once you were inexperienced with women as surely as if the fact
+had been branded upon you. I had heard somebody point you out and say
+you were worth fifteen thousand pounds a year, and, as afterwards you
+yourself told me you were rich, any doubt I might have had on the point
+was removed. My own poverty had just been painfully brought home to me,
+for I had been forced to leave Paris for want of money at the very
+moment my ambition began to look reasonable. I was feeling particularly
+bitter about it as there was no certainty at all of my being able to
+come back here. Poppa's savings had all gone in starting me with a good
+stock of dresses and keeping me here two years. He had hoped to be able
+to do more for me, but he could only send me my passage-money. Fifteen
+or even ten thousand pounds a year is a great temptation to a poor girl.
+Chance had never yet thrown in my way a really rich suitor, and there
+was I, at the moment of meeting him, almost on the eve of departure,
+with very little money in my pocket and indebted to the kindness of a
+lady for her invitation to stay the month in London. She had taken my
+room for me as she could not accommodate me at her own house. You see
+how poor I was! I set myself puzzling in the coolest possible way as to
+how I could get you. Instinct as well as the ease with which I had
+bewitched you told me there were romantic possibilities in you, of which
+you had scarcely any suspicion and which might easily be played upon.
+And a plan formed at once in my mind in the ultimate success of which I
+had the fullest confidence. To put the idea into your head that we meet
+again here in a year's time was to appeal to your romantic side. That is
+why I mentioned the Beaux Arts to you--your love for architecture made
+my game easy. I was now determined that nothing should stand in the way
+of my returning to Paris, that poppa somehow must raise the necessary
+money--even if he ran into debt. Happily he was able to send me back and
+to see his way clear to keep me going as long as I chose to stay."
+
+Miss Brooke paused a moment and poured out Paul's coffee, which,
+however, he let stand untouched.
+
+"Everything turned out just as I had calculated," she continued, after
+taking a sip at her own. "You had carried me in your mind the whole
+time, and you had been waiting for me and counting on my coming. So far
+I was delighted. For a time all went smoothly. You were mine
+completely. But then an unforeseen force began suddenly to act on the
+position. My old enthusiasm for my work came back, and with it my old
+mad ambitions. Do you know what first gave me those mad ambitions? You
+shall hear in a moment. Anyway, my old intolerance against anything like
+dependence rose up in me. I wanted to make a great name and a great deal
+of money, all by myself. A picture by a great master--we admired it
+together at the salon--had just sold for thirty thousand dollars, and
+that inflamed me. No woman painter has yet existed of absolutely the
+first rank; one and all have been influenced, more or less, by a man. I
+wanted to be the first woman whose work should be absolutely great,
+absolutely original. I wanted the honour for America, for I am proud of
+being an American woman. But you were on the spot, and I had only to
+move my little finger to get you. You were an eternal temptation. Don't
+you think I knew you were jealous of Charlie? He has been in love with
+me ever since I first came here; but, poor devil, he only just manages
+to get along, and is only too glad if he's not behindhand with his
+studio rent. The reason I allowed him to hang round so much was partly
+because he had become a habit of mine, and partly to help me not to be
+tempted to give you too much of my company.
+
+"I really wanted to fight against the temptation of your money, but more
+for my own sake than yours. In the first place I did not love you. And
+in the second, I could read your nature like a book. Your ideas and mine
+would never go together. I wanted a husband who would be content with
+such moments of love as I could spare him out of my career; to whom I
+could go for love when I wanted love; who would be content to live out
+his own life and leave me to work out mine. I do not want to be kept by
+my husband--rather than that I should prefer to keep him. All my rooted
+independence had sprung up as by magic the moment I took up my brush and
+palette again and looked at the model. Your notions were far too
+primitive for me. You would have allowed me to go on with my art as a
+concession--to do credit to your name, perhaps. You would have looked
+upon my pictures as sacred, to be hung in your house and worshipped by
+you before your guests; I should have wanted to sell them, to convert
+them into dollars.
+
+"Do you wonder now I was strong enough to hesitate? I was only too glad
+when Dora said she was going to carry me off to Perros-Guirec. It would
+take me away from you and--temptation. Then you sent me those flowers. I
+was touched. Not by the flowers, but by the train of thought they set
+going. The ghost of my conscience came up, suggesting I should be
+treating you badly, seeing 'you had 'em so bad.' And then you had, say,
+ten thousand pounds a year! That, I suppose, had something to do with
+the rising of the phantom. So I determined to take you to Dora's--of
+course, she replied at once she would be pleased to welcome you--and I
+made up my mind, half to amuse myself, that I would make you propose in
+the cab on the way to her. I could read you through and through, and
+knew your every thought. So far I had kept you at a perceptible
+distance, now it pleased me to draw you close to me, and to see you obey
+without my uttering a single word of command. I told you about my old
+engagement just then because it gave me a sensation of daring. I
+calculated on stirring the romance and chivalry in you still more
+deeply. The experiment was risky--but it succeeded. You responded like a
+good ship to its helm. Then for the first time since I had known you,
+Paul, I suffered remorse--real remorse. Why it came just then I have
+never been able to make out, but all of a sudden I was dreadfully sorry
+for you.
+
+"I saw clearly that even if I _had_ loved you, our lives could never
+harmonise; that after the first honeymoon cooings, the conflict of wills
+and ideas would inevitably set in, and we should both be utterly and
+hopelessly miserable. But I did _not_ love you, and I felt myself in a
+terrible dilemma. You were on the point of speaking, and the only thing
+I could think of to stop you, and to stop you for always, was to tell
+you my early flirtations. I was hoping to play on your prejudices and
+set you against me. I was true to myself then; I was throwing away--how
+many thousands a year?
+
+"But I caused you suffering to no purpose, and, as I realised nothing
+would make you desist, the temptation of all those thousands came upon
+me again. I argued I was the stronger personality of the two, and I
+should be able to manage you--easily. Curious how I accentuated the
+'easily,' and twisted my arguments to suit it. There was little to do--I
+just pulled the wire and the puppet worked. You'll forgive me for
+calling you a puppet, Paul, but you were one, you know.
+
+"Perhaps now you will begin to understand how I felt the next morning. I
+really liked you, Paul, and I had done you so great a wrong from the
+very moment of our first meeting. I had not cried for more than three
+years, Paul, but I cried then. The situation was desperate, and there
+was nothing for it but to apply a desperate remedy.
+
+"I have not told you all. I have purposely kept back something to the
+end. If I had mingled it with the rest it would have been lost, and as
+it is my only claim on your sympathy, I have kept it for use by itself.
+It is unfortunate that even here I have to begin with the confession of
+another lie, but I have already confessed to so many, I am hoping that
+one more won't make me sink any lower in your estimation. Besides, my
+motive in telling it was good. I refer to my old engagement The fact was
+true, but the details I gave you were false. I had intended telling you
+the truth, but somehow it stuck on my lips. I felt I ought never to have
+used so sacred an experience for such a purpose. I _had_ to invent a lie
+as I went on. But I cut it as short as I could.
+
+"I did love the man as, it seemed to me, no woman could have loved a man
+before. He was almost penniless, but I did not mind that. I would have
+married him, and he would not have interfered with my ambitions. He
+would have been content to have me live away from him whilst I worked
+according to my own spirit, and developed the gifts he was the first to
+discover in me. For he was a painter, too; had starved to get a training
+in Europe, had starved while getting it. To help us get a start I was
+content at first to absorb myself in his work. That was a fatal mistake.
+I can scarcely trace out how it came about--and to linger on it makes me
+suffer terribly--but with the lapse of time I ceased to exist for him as
+a creature of flesh and blood. I suddenly realised that I had become a
+mere inspiration to him--it was only the artist in me he worshipped. All
+his heart and soul went into his work--he was no longer a man, but a
+mere mind wielding a brush. I can see him how absorbed before his
+canvas, tall and thin with his scholar's stoop--for Nesbit _was_ a
+scholar! But it had to end at last. I cried bitterly for many a night
+after. I had a letter from him one fine day----"
+
+"Announcing his engagement and asking you to congratulate him?" broke
+from Paul's lips. His eyes were too dry for tears.
+
+"It is the only letter of his I haven't burnt. He is famous now, but the
+first picture he ever sold went to buy my turquoise necklace to match
+the comb I had from my mother. His example was a noble one--the first
+picture I am offered money for shall go to poppa instead. But he would
+never take the gift back, and now I value it as his. It has always given
+me great joy to wear it--in fact, that is my one great joy apart from my
+work."
+
+"You still love him! You have loved him all through!" cried Paul.
+
+Her face softened. "You see I have quite an extraordinary vein of
+sentiment in me. I am not sure whether I am not ashamed of it."
+
+"Tell me, Lisa--if I may still call you Lisa--all those flirtations you
+told me about were true?"
+
+"What a quaint question! You haven't drunk your coffee." He gulped down
+the cold contents of the tiny cup at one draught, for his mouth was
+parched.
+
+"They all happened just as I told you, and I haven't told you a
+quarter."
+
+"And do you mind my asking you another quaint question? Have you and
+Charlie ever kissed?"
+
+"I have always liked to have nice men kiss me. It is a mania with me,
+and I shall go on doing so till the end of the chapter."
+
+"All the same, Lisa, I love you still. Is there no hope for me? I have
+no prejudices. I want you, Lisa, just as you are. Your life shall be
+perfectly free--your career your own."
+
+"You are good, Paul, and I have played with you precisely as a cat
+plays with a mouse. You will have observed I have a good deal of the cat
+in me. Believe me, I am in earnest when I say I am quite unworthy of
+your love----"
+
+"No, Lisa," he began.
+
+"Listen, Paul. I want you to understand how much I love my lost darling.
+If he were to leave his wife and child, now and come to me and say he
+loved me, I would go with him to the end of the earth. No, no, Paul. My
+hope is only in my work. I know I shall realise my ambition. Some day
+you will marry a better woman than I am. And if," she continued, with a
+smile, "you care to write and let me know, be sure I shall congratulate
+you right heartily. Now tell me I have your sympathy, and then let us
+say good-bye."
+
+"I love you, Lisa. Is that not sufficient proof of my sympathy? I shall
+leave Paris to-night."
+
+"Come, Paul, kiss me! For the first time and last!"
+
+He brushed her lips so lightly that he scarce had the consciousness of
+doing so; then he staggered from the room.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+
+HE wandered he knew not whither, penetrating into strange, silent
+regions his foot had never trod. At the end of an hour he found he had
+taken a long circuit round, and that he had arrived again at the _hotel_
+where Lisa lived. He crossed the narrow street, and, standing in the
+shadow, looked up at the window he knew so well. It stood wide open, and
+he could see the white ceiling of the lighted room, with the huge
+Japanese umbrella making a glare of colour against it. In the balcony
+sat two figures full in the light that flooded out. One was Miss Brooke,
+the other a stalwart young man in a Norfolk suit he could not recollect
+having seen before. A vague sound of their cheerful talking came down to
+him.
+
+He turned away with a sigh, and strode rapidly to his lodging. He
+lighted his lamp, and, sinking into a chair, sat looking at his trunks.
+The labels with their bold ornamental lettering--"Middleton, Paris a
+Perros-Guirec"--stared him mockingly in the face. He averted his eyes,
+instinctively seeking in his pocket for his mother's letter, which he
+had till now forgotten, and was surprised to find it rolled into a ball.
+Smoothing it out, he read it through again.
+
+"Write to me, dear Paul, direct there, or, better still, come down and
+surprise us. Celia, I am sure, will be _delighted_ to see you. I never
+understood what happened between you two exactly. You said 'good-bye' so
+stiffly that I made sure you had quarrelled, though Celia assures me
+that it was not so. She is a dear, good girl, and I love her as if she
+were my own daughter."
+
+And with these words he seemed to read the inevitableness of his fate.
+His rebellion against it was over. He had broken loose from the maternal
+leading-strings, but had made a miserable failure without them. Now he
+would help to fix them on him again.
+
+The millionaire's daughter, the keynote of whose character had struck
+him as a charming, simple frankness, and in pursuit of whom he had set
+out, had proved to be a more complex specimen of womanhood than he could
+have imagined to exist, the very essence of that femininity of which he
+had always had an instinctive distrust. Celia was not brilliant, but she
+was safe--he knew her well enough to be sure of that.
+
+He seized a small brush and inked over the flamboyant "Perros-Guirec,"
+writing over the black strip the word "Dieppe" in the plainest of
+lettering. Then, finishing what little packing there remained to be
+done, he went out to consult a time-table at a neighbouring cafe, where
+he wrote and posted a note to his professor, and another to the
+_massier_ of his class. He next hailed a cab at the rank, and the
+concierge carried down his trunks. "_A la gare St. Lazare!_"
+
+The _cocher_ cracked his whip, and Paul, lost in thought, was only
+vaguely conscious of the streets and boulevards that had become so dear
+to him.
+
+
+THE END.
+
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