he was safe！ He had done the rightthe natural thing！ And in time
he would be happy！ He would rise now to that pinnacle of desired
authority which she had dreamed of for him； ever since he was a tiny
thing； ever since his little thin brown hand had clasped hers in
their wanderings amongst the flowers； and the furniture of tall
rooms。 But； as she stoodcrumpling the letter； grey…white as some
small resolute ghost； among her tall lilies that filled with their
scent the great glass house…shadows flitted across her face。 Was it
the fugitive noon sunshine？ Or was it some glimmering perception of
the old Greek saying'Character is Fate；' some sudden sense of the
universal truth that all are in bond to their own natures； and what a
man has most desired shall in the end enslave him？
End