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flickered；　and　the　plane…tree　leaves　tap…tapped。

He　rose；　and　crept　away　stealthily　downstairs　into　the　drawing…
room；　and　through　the　window　at　the　far　end　out　into　the　courtyard；
where　he　had　sat　that　day　by　the　hydrangea；　listening　to　the　piano…
organ。　　Very　dark　and　cold　and　eerie　it　was　there；　and　he　hurried
across　to　his　studio。　　There；　too；　it　was　cold；　and　dark；　and
eerie；　with　its　ghostly　plaster　presences；　stale　scent　of
cigarettes；　and　just　one　glowing　ember　of　the　fire　he　had　left　when
he　rushed　out　after　Nellthose　seven　hours　ago。

He　went　first　to　the　bureau；　turned　up　its　lamp；　and　taking　out
some　sheets　of　paper；　marked　on　them　directions　for　his　various
works；　for　the　statuette　of　Nell；　he　noted　that　it　should　be　taken
with　his　compliments　to　Mr。　Dromore。　　He　wrote　a　letter　to　his
banker　directing　money　to　be　sent　to　Rome；　and　to　his　solicitor
telling　him　to　let　the　house。　　He　wrote　quickly。　　If　Sylvia　woke；
and　found　him　still　away；　what　might　she　not　think？　　He　took　a　last
sheet。　　Did　it　matter　what　he　wrote；　what　deliberate　lie；　if　it
helped　Nell　over　the　first　shock？


〃DEAR　NELL；

〃I　write　this　hastily　in　the　early　hours；　to　say　that　we　are　called
out　to　Italy　to　my　only　sister；　who　is　very　ill。　　We　leave　by　the
first　morning　boat；　and　may　be　away　some　time。　　I　will　write　again。
Don't　fret；　and　God　bless　you。

〃M。　L。〃


He　could　not　see　very　well　as　he　wrote。　　Poor；　loving；　desperate
child！　　Well；　she　had　youth　and　strength；　and　would　soon　have
Oliver！　　And　he　took　yet　another　sheet。


〃DEAR　OLIVER；

〃My　wife　and　I　are　obliged　to　go　post…haste　to　Italy。　　I　watched
you　both　at　the　dance　the　other　night。　　Be　very　gentle　with　Nell；
andgood　luck　to　you！　　But　don't　say　again　that　I　told　you　to　be
patient；　it　is　hardly　the　way　to　make　her　love　you。

〃M。　LENNAN。〃


That；　then；　was　allyes；　all！　　He　turned　out　the　little　lamp；　and
groped　towards　the　hearth。　　But　one　thing　left。　　To　say　good…bye！
To　her；　and　Youth；　and　Passion！to　the　only　salve　for　the　aching
that　Spring　and　Beauty　bringthe　aching　for　the　wild；　the
passionate；　the　new；　that　never　quite　dies　in　a　man's　heart。　　Ah！
well；　sooner　or　later；　all　men　had　to　say　good…bye　to　that。　　All
menall　men！

He　crouched　down　before　the　hearth。　　There　was　no　warmth　in　that
fast…blackening　ember；　but　it　still　glowed　like　a　dark…red　flower。
And　while　it　lived　he　crouched　there；　as　though　it　were　that　to
which　he　was　saying　good…bye。　　And　on　the　door　he　heard　the　girl's
ghostly　knocking。　　And　beside　hima　ghost　among　the　ghostly
presencesshe　stood。　　Slowly　the　glow　blackened；　till　the　last
spark　had　faded　out。

Then　by　the　glimmer　of　the　night　he　found　his　way　back；　softly　as
he　had　come；　to　his　bedroom。

Sylvia　was　still　sleeping；　and；　to　watch　for　her　to　wake；　he　sat
down　again　by　the　fire；　in　silence　only　stirred　by　the　frail　tap…
tapping　of　those　autumn　leaves；　and　the　little　catch　in　her
breathing　now　and　then。　　It　was　less　troubled　than　when　he　had　bent
over　her　before；　as　though　in　her　sleep　she　knew。　　He　must　not　miss
the　moment　of　her　waking；　must　be　beside　her　before　she　came　to
full　consciousness；　to　say：　〃There；　there！　　It's　all　over；　we　are
going　away　at　onceat　once。〃　　To　be　ready　to　offer　that　quick
solace；　before　she　had　time　to　plunge　back　into　her　sorrow；　was　an
island　in　this　black　sea　of　night；　a　single　little　refuge　point　for
his　bereaved　and　naked　being。　　Something　to　dosomething　fixed；
real；　certain。　　And　yet　another　long　hour　before　her　waking；　he　sat
forward　in　the　chair；　with　that　wistful　eagerness；　his　eyes　fixed
on　her　face；　staring　through　it　at　some　vision；　some　faint；
glimmering　lightfar　out　there　beyondas　a　traveller　watches　a
star。　。　。　。





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