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The　girl　flashed　a　look　at　him　that　said：

'Could　I　make　you　jealous？'

Then；　as　though　guilty　of　afar　too　daring　thought；　drooped　her　head；　and　answered：

〃No。〃

〃Not　one？〃

The　little　model　repeated　almost　passionately：　〃No。　　I　don't　want　any　friends；　I　only　want　to　be　let　alone。〃

Hilary　began　speaking　rapidly。

〃But　these　Hughs　have　not　left　you　alone。　　I　told　you；　I　thought　you　ought　to　move；　I've　taken　another　room　for　you　quite　away　from　them。　Leave　your　furniture　with　a　week's　rent；　and　take　your　trunk　quietly　away　to…morrow　in　a　cab　without　saying　a　word　to　anyone。　　This　is　the　new　address；　and　here's　the　money　for　your　expenses。　　They're　dangerous　for　you；　those　people。〃

The　little　model　muttered　desperately：　〃But　I　don't　care　what　they　do！〃

Hilary　went　on：　〃Listen！　　You　mustn't　come　here　again；　or　the　man　will　trace　you。　　We　will　take　care　you　have　what's　necessary　till　you　can　get　other　work。〃

The　little　model　looked　up　at　him　without　a　word。　　Now　that　the　thin　link　which　bound　her　to　some　sort　of　household　gods　had　snapped；　all　the　patience　and　submission　bred　in　her　by　village　life；　by　the　hard　facts　of　her　story；　and　by　these　last　months　in　London；　served　her　well　enough。　　She　made　no　fuss。　　Hilary　saw　a　tear　roll　down　her　cheek。

He　turned　his　head　away；　and　said：　〃Don't　cry；　my　child！〃

Quite　obediently　the　little　model　swallowed　the　tear。　　A　thought　seemed　to　strike　her：

〃But　I　could　see　you；　Mr。　Dallison；　couldn't　I；　sometimes？〃

Seeing　from　his　face　that　this　was　not　in　the　programme；　she　stood　silent　again；　looking　up　at　him。

It　was　a　little　difficult　for　Hilary　to　say：　〃I　can't　see　you　because　my　wife　is　jealous！〃　　It　was　cruel　to　tell　her：　〃I　don't　want　to　see　you！　〃besides；　it　was　not　true。

〃You'll　soon　be　making　friends；〃　he　said　at　last；　〃and　you　can　always　write　to　me〃；　and　with　a　queer　smile　he　added：　〃You're　only　just　beginning　life；　you　mustn't　take　these　things　to　heart；　you'll　find　plenty　of　people　better　able　to　advise　and　help　you　than　ever　I　shall　be！〃

The　little　model　answered　this　by　seizing　his　hand　with　both　of　hers。　She　dropped　it　again　at　once；　as　if　guilty　of　presumption；　and　stood　with　her　head　bent。　　Hilary；　looking　down　on　the　little　hat　which；　by　his　special　wish；　contained　no　feathers；　felt　a　lump　rise　in　his　throat。

〃It's　funny；〃　he　said；　〃I　don't　know　your　Christian　name。〃

〃Ivy；〃　muttered　the　little　model。

〃Ivy！　　Well；　I'll　write　to　you。　　But　you　must　promise　me　to　do　exactly　as　I　said。〃

The　girl　looked　up；　her　face　was　almost　uglylike　a　child's　in　whom　a　storm　of　feeling　is　repressed。

〃Promise！〃　repeated　Hilary。

With　a　bitter　droop　of　her　lower　lip；　she　nodded；　and　suddenly　put　her　hand　to　her　heart。　　That　action；　of　which　she　was　clearly　unconscious；　so　naively；　so　almost　automatically　was　it　done；　nearly　put　an　end　to　Hilary's　determination。

〃Now　you　must　go；〃　he　said。

The　little　model　choked；　grew　very　red；　and　then　quite　white。

〃Aren't　I　even　to　say　good…bye　to　Mr。　Stone？〃

Hilary　shook　his　head。

〃He'll　miss　me；〃　she　said　desperately。　　〃He　will。　　I　know　he　will！〃

〃So　shall　I；〃　said　Hilary。　　〃We　can't　help　that。〃

The　little　model　drew　herself　up　to　her　full　height；　her　breast　heaved　beneath　the　clothes　which　had　made　her　Hilary's。　　She　was　very　like　〃The　Shadow〃　at　that　moment；　as　though　whatever　Hilary　might　do　there　she　would　bea　little　ghost；　the　spirit　of　the　helpless　submerged　world；　for　ever　haunting　with　its　dumb　appeal　the　minds　of　men。

〃Give　me　your　hand；〃　said　Hilary。

The　little　model　put　out　her　not　too　white；　small　hand。　　It　was　soft；　clinging：　and　as　hot　as　fire。

〃Good…bye；　my　dear；　and　bless　you！〃

The　little　model　gave　him　a　look　with　who…knows…what　of　reproach　in　it；　and；　faithful　to　her　training；　went　submissively　away。

Hilary　did　not　look　after　her；　but；　standing　by　the　lofty　mantelpiece　above　the　ashes　of　the　fire；　rested　his　forehead　on　his　arm。　　Not　even　a　fly's　buzzing　broke　the　stillness。　　There　was　sound　for　all　that…not　of　distant　music；　but　of　blood　beating　in　his　ears　and　temples。




CHAPTER　XXIII

THE　〃BOOK　OF　UNIVERSAL　BROTHERHOOD〃

It　is　fitting　that　a　few　words　should　be　said　about　the　writer　of　the　〃Book　of　Universal　Brotherhood。〃

Sylvanus　Stone；　having　graduated　very　highly　at　the　London　University；　had　been　appointed　at　an　early　age　lecturer　to　more　than　one　Public　Institution。　　He　had　soon　received　the　professorial　robes　due　to　a　man　of　his　profound　learning　in　the　natural　sciences；　and　from　that　time　till　he　was　seventy　his　life　had　flowed　on　in　one　continual　round　of　lectures；　addresses；　disquisitions；　and　arguments　on　the　subjects　in　which　he　was　a　specialist。　　At　the　age　of　seventy；　long　after　his　wife's　death　and　the　marriages　of　his　three　children；　he　had　for　some　time　been　living　by　himself；　when　a　very　serious　illnessthe　result　of　liberties　taken　with　an　iron　constitution　by　a　single　mindprostrated　him。

During　the　long　convalescence　following　this　illness　the　power　of　contemplation；　which　the　Professor　had　up　to　then　given　to　natural　science；　began　to　fix　itself　on　life　at　large。　　But　the　mind　which　had　made　of　natural　science　an　idea；　a　passion；　was　not　content　with　vague　reflections　on　life。　　Slowly；　subtly；　with　irresistible　centrifugal　forcewith　a　force　which　perhaps　it　would　not　have　acquired　but　for　that　illnessthe　idea；　the　passion　of　Universal　Brotherhood　had　sucked　into　itself　all　his　errant　wonderings　on　the　riddle　of　existence。　　The　single　mind　of　this　old　man；　divorced　by　illness　from　his　previous　existence；　pensioned　and　permanently　shelved；　began　to　worship　a　new　star；　that　with　every　week　and　month　and　year　grew　brighter；　till　all　other　stars　had　lost　their　glimmer　and　died　out。

At　the　age　of　seventy…four　he　had　begun　his　book。　　Under　the　spell　of　his　subject　and　of　advancing　age；　his　extreme　inattention　to　passing　matters　became　rapidly　accentuated。　　His　figure　had　become　almost　too　publicly　conspicuous　before　Bianca；　finding　him　one　day　seated　on　the　roof　of　his　lonely　little　top…story　flat；　the　better　to　contemplate　his　darling　Universe；　had　inveigled　him　home　with　her；　and　installed　him　in　a　room　in　her　own　house。　　After　the　first　day　or　two　he　had　not　noticed　any　change　to　speak　of。

His　habits　in　his　new　home　were　soon　formed；　and　once　formed；　they　varied　not　at　all；　for　he　admitted　into　his　life　nothing　which　took　him　from　the　writing　of　his　book。

On　the　afternoon　following　Hilary's　dismissal　of　the　little　model；　being　disappointed　of　his　amanuensis；　Mr。　Stone　had　waited　for　an　hour；　reading　his　pages　over　and　over　to　himself。　　He　had　then　done　his　exercises。　　At　the　usual　time　for　tea　he　had　sat　down；　and；　with　his　cup　and　brown　bread…and…butter　alternately　at　his　lips；　had　looked　long　and　fixedly　at　the　place　where　the　girl　was　wont　to　sit。　Having　finished；　he　left　the　room　and　went　about　the　house。　　He　found　no　one　but　Miranda；　who；　seated　in　the　passage　leading　to　the　studio；　was　trying　to　keep　one　eye　on　the　absence　of　her　master　and　the　other　on　the　absence　of　her　mistress。　　She　joined　Mr。　Stone；　maintaining　a　respect…compelling　interval　behind　him　when　he　went　before；　and　before　him　when　he　went　behind。　　When　they　had　finished　hunting；　Mr。　Stone　went　down　to　the　garden　gate。　　Here　Bianca　found　him　presently　motionless；　without　a　hat；　in　the　full　sun；　craning　his　white　head　in　the　direction　from　which　he　knew　the　little　model　habitually　came。　The　mistress　of　the　house　was　herself　returning　from　her　annual　visit　to　the　Royal　Academy；　where　she　still　went；　as　dogs；　from　some　perverted　sense；　will　go　and　sniff　round　other　dogs　to　whom　they　have　long　taken　a　dislike。　　A　loose…hanging　veil　depended　from　her　mushroom…shaped　and　coloured　hat。　　Her　eyes　were　brightened　by　her　visit。　Mr。　Stone　soon　seemed　to　take　in　who　she　was；　and　stood　regarding　her　a　minute　without　speaking。　　His　attitude　towards　his　daughters　was　rather　like　that　of　an　old　drake　towards　two　swans　whom　he　has　inadvertently　begottenthere　was　inquiry　in　it；　disapproval；　admiration；　and　faint　surprise。

〃Why　has　she　not　come？〃　　he　said。

Bianca　winced　behind　her　veil。　　〃Have　you　asked　Hilary？〃

〃I　cannot　find　him；〃　answered　Mr。　Stone。　　Something　about　his　patient　stooping　figure　and　white　head；　on　which　the　sunlight　was　falling；　made　Bianca　slip　her　hand　through　his　arm。

〃Come　in；　Dad。　　I'll　do　your　copying。〃

Mr。　Stone　looked　at　her　intently；　and　shook　his　head。

〃It　would　be　against　my　principles；　I　cannot　take　an　unpaid　service。　But　if　you　would　come；　my　dear；　I　should　like　to　read　to　you。　　It　is　stimulating。〃

At　that　request　Bianca's　eyes　grew　dim。　　Pressing　Mr。　Stone's　shaggy　arm　against　her　breast；　she　moved　with　him　towards　the　house。

〃I　think　I　may　have　written　something　that　will　interest　you；〃　Mr。　Stone　said；　as　they　went　along。

〃I　am　sure　you　have；〃　Bianca　murmured。

〃It　is　universal；〃　said　Mr。　Stone；　〃it　concerns　birth。　　Sit　at　the　table。　　I　will　begin；　as　usual；　where　I　left　off　yesterday。〃

Bianca　took　the　little　model's　seat；　resting　her　chin　on　her　hand；　as　motionless　as　any　of　the　statues　she　had　just　been　viewing。　It　almost　seemed　as　if　Mr。　Stone　were　feeling　nervous。　　He　twice　arranged　his　papers；　cleared　his　throat；　then；　lifting　a　sheet　suddenly；　took　three　steps；　turned　his　back　on　her；　and　began　to　read。

〃'In　that　slow；　incessant　change　of　form　to　form；　called　Life；　men；　made　spasmodic　by　perpetual　action；　had　seized　on　a　certain　moment；　no　more　intrinsically　notable　than　any　other　moment；　and　had　called　it　Birth。　　This　habit　of　honouring　one　single　instant　of　the　universal　process　to　the　disadvantage　of　all　the　other　instants　had　done　more；　perhaps；　than　anything　to　obfuscate　the　crystal　clearness　of　the　fundamental　flux。　　As　well　might　such　as　watch　the　process　of　the　green；　unfolding　earth；　emerging　from　the　brumous　arms　of　winter；　isolate　a　single　day　and　call　it　Spring。　　In　the　tides　of　rhythm　by　which　the　change　of　form　to　form　was　governed'〃Mr。　Stone's　voice；　which　had　till　then　been　but　a　thin；　husky　murmur；　gradually　grew　louder　and　louder；　as　though　he　were　addressing　a　great　concourse　〃'the　golden　universal　haze　in　which　men　should　have　flown　like　bright　wing…beats　round　the　sun　gave