as that it seemed more probable； after all； that the girl had escaped through her stepmother。 In which case the business might be hushed up yet； and the evil hour of explanation with his wife indefinitely postponed。 Then abruptly the image of that lithe figure in grey knickerbockers went frisking across his mind again； and he reverted to his blasphemies。 He started up in a gusty frenzy with a vague idea of pursuit； and incontinently sat down again with a concussion that stirred the bar below to its depths。 He banged the arms of the chair with his fist； and swore again。 〃Of all the accursed fools that were ever spawned；〃 he was chanting； 〃I； Bechamel〃 when with an abrupt tap and prompt opening of the door； Stephen entered with the Bourbon。
THE MOONLIGHT RIDE
XXIV
And so the twenty minutes' law passed into an infinity。 We leave the wicked Bechamel clothing himself with cursing as with a garment；the wretched creature has already sufficiently sullied our modest but truthful pages；we leave the eager little group in the bar of the Vicuna Hotel； we leave all Bognor as we have left all Chichester and Midhurst and Haslemere and Guildford and Ripley and Putney； and follow this dear fool of a Hoopdriver of ours and his Young Lady in Grey out upon the moonlight road。 How they rode！ How their hearts beat together and their breath came fast； and how every shadow was anticipation and every noise pursuit！ For all that flight Mr。 Hoopdriver was in the world of Romance。 Had a policeman intervened because their lamps were not lit； Hoopdriver had cut him down and ridden on； after the fashion of a hero born。 Had Bechamel arisen in the way with rapiers for a duel； Hoopdriver had fought as one to whom Agincourt was a reality and drapery a dream。 It was Rescue； Elopement； Glory！ And she by the side of him！ He had seen her face in shadow； with the morning sunlight tangled in her hair； he had seen her sympathetic with that warm light in her face； he had seen her troubled and her eyes bright with tears。 But what light is there lighting a face like hers； to compare with the soft glamour of the midsummer moon？
The road turned northward； going round through the outskirts of Bognor； in one place dark and heavy under a thick growth of trees； then amidst villas again； some warm and lamplit； some white and sleeping in the moonlight； then between hedges； over which they saw broad wan meadows shrouded in a low…lying mist。 They scarcely heeded whither they rode at first； being only anxious to get away； turning once westward when the spire of Chichester cathedral rose suddenly near them out of the dewy night； pale and intricate and high。 They rode； speaking little； just a rare word now and then； at a turning； at a footfall； at a roughness in the road。
She seemed to be too intent upon escape to give much thought to him； but after the first tumult of the adventure； as flight passed into mere steady ridin@@ his mind became an enormous appreciation of the position。 The night was a warm white silence save for the subtile running of their chains。 He looked sideways at her as she sat beside him with her ankles gracefully ruling the treadles。 Now the road turned westward； and she was a dark grey outline against the shimmer of the moon； and now they faced northwards； and the soft cold light passed caressingly over her hair and touched her brow and cheek。
There is a magic quality in moonshine； it touches all that is sweet and beautiful； and the rest of the night is hidden。 It has created the fairies； whom the sunlight kills； and fairyland rises again in our hearts at the sight of it； the voices of the filmy route； and their faint； soul…piercing melodies。 By the moonlight every man； dull clod though he be by day； tastes something of Endymion； takes something of the youth and strength of Enidymion； and sees the dear white goddess shining at him from his Lady's eyes。 The firm substantial daylight things become ghostly and elusive； the hills beyond are a sea of unsubstantial texture； the world a visible spirit； the spiritual within us rises out of its darkness； loses something of its weight and body； and swims up towards heaven。 This road that was a mere rutted white dust； hot underfoot； blinding to the eye； is now a soft grey silence； with the glitter of a crystal grain set starlike in its silver here and there。 Overhead； riding serenely through the spacious blue； is the mother of the silence； she who has spiritualised the world； alone save for two attendant steady shining stars。 And in silence under her benign influence； under the benediction of her light； rode our two wanderers side by side through the transfigured and transfiguring night。
Nowhere was the moon shining quite so brightly as in Mr。 Hoopdriver's skull。 At the turnings of the road he made his decisions with an air of profound promptitude （and quite haphazard）。 〃The Right；〃 he would say。 Or again 〃The Left；〃 as one who knew。 So it was that in the space of an hour they came abruptly down a little lane； full tilt upon the sea。 Grey beach to the right of them and to the left； and a little white cottage fast asleep inland of a sleeping fishing…boat。 〃Hullo！〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； sotto voce。 They dismounted abruptly。 Stunted oaks and thorns rose out of the haze of moonlight that was tangled in the hedge on either side。
〃You are safe；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； sweeping off his cap with an air and bowing courtly。
〃Where are we？〃
〃SAFE。〃
〃But WHERE？〃
〃Chichester Harbour。〃 He waved his arm seaward as though it was a goal。
〃Do you think they will follow us？〃
〃We have turned and turned again。〃
It seemed to Hoopdriver that he heard her sob。 She stood dimly there； holding her machine； and he； holding his； could go no nearer to her to see if she sobbed for weeping or for want of breath。 〃What are we to do now？〃 her voice asked。
〃Are you tired？〃 he asked。
〃I will do what has to be done。〃
The two black figures in the broken light were silent for a space。 〃Do you know；〃 she said； 〃I am not afraid of you。 I am sure you are honest to me。 And I do not even know your name！〃
He was taken with a sudden shame of his homely patronymic。 〃It's an ugly name；〃 he said。 〃But you are right in trusting me。 I wouldI would do anything for you。 。 。 。 This is nothing。〃
She caught at her breath。 She did not care to ask why。 But compared with Bechamel！〃We take each other on trust；〃 she said。 〃Do you want to knowhow things are with me？〃
〃That man；〃 she went on； after the assent of his listening silence； 〃promised to help and protect me。 I was unhappy at homenever mind why。 A stepmotherIdle； unoccupied； hindered； cramped； that is enough； perhaps。 Then he came into my life； and talked to me of art and literature； and set my brain on fire。 I wanted to come out into the world； to be a human beingnot a thing in a hutch。 And he〃
〃I know；〃 said Hoopdriver。
〃And now here I am〃
〃I will do anything；〃 said Hoopdriver。
She thought。 〃You cannot imagine my stepmother。 No！ I could not describe her〃
〃I am entirely at your service。 I will help you with all my power。〃
〃I have lost an Illusion and found a Knight…errant。〃 She spoke of Bechamel as the Illusion。
Mr。 Hoopdriver felt flattered。 But he had no adequate answer。
〃I'm thinking；〃 he said； full of a rapture of protective responsibility； 〃 what we had best be doing。 You are tired； you know。 And we can't wander all nightafter the day we've had。〃
〃That was Chichester we were near？〃 she asked。
〃If；〃 he meditated； with a tremble in his voice； 〃you would make ME your brother； MISS BEAUMONT。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃We could stop there together〃
She took a minute to answer。 〃I am going to light these lamps；〃 said Hoopdriver。 He bent down to his own； and struck a match on his shoe。 She looked at his face in its light； grave and intent。 How could she ever have thought him common or absurd？
〃But you must tell me your namebrother；〃 she said；
〃ErCarrington；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver； after a momentary pause。 Who would be Hoopdriver on a night like this？
〃But the Christian name？〃
〃Christian name？ MY Christian name。 WellChris。〃 He snapped his lamp and stood up。 〃If you will hold my machine； I will light yours；〃 he said。
She came round obediently and took his machine； and for a moment they stood face to face。 〃My name； brother Chris；〃 she said； 〃is Jessie。〃
He looked into her eyes； and his excitement seemed arrested。 〃JESSIE；〃 he repeated slowly。 The mute emotion of his face affected her strangely。 She had to speak。 〃It's not such a very wonderful name； is it？〃 she said； with a laugh to break the intensity。
He opened his mouth and shut it again； and； with a sudden wincing of his features； abruptly turned and bent down to open the lantern in front of her machine。 She looked down at him； almost kneeling in front of her； with an unreasonable approbation in her eyes。 It was； as I have indicated； the hour and season of the full moon。
XXV
Mr。 Hoopdriver conducted the rest of that night's journey with the same confident dignity as before； and it was chiefly by good luck and the fact that most roads about a town converge thereupon； that Chichester was at last attained。 It seemed at first as though everyone had gone to bed； but the Red Hotel still glowed yellow and warm。 It was the first time Hoopdriver bad dared the mysteries of a 'first…class' hotel。' But that night he was in the mood to dare anything。
〃So you found your Young Lady at last；〃 said the ostler of the Red Hotel； for it chanced he was one of those of whom Hoopdriver had made inquiries in the afternoon。
〃Quite a misunderstanding；〃 said Hoopdriver； with splendid readiness。 〃My sister had gone to Bognor But I brought her back here。 I've took a fancy to this place。 And the moonlight's simply dee…vine。〃
〃We've had supper； thenks； and we're tired；〃 said Mr。 Hoopdriver。 〃I suppose you won't take anything；Jessie？〃
The glory of having her； even as a sister！ and to call her Jessie like that！ But he carried it off splendidly； as he felt himself bound to admit。 〃Good…night； Sis；〃 he said； 〃and pleasant dreams。 I'll just 'ave a look at this paper before I turn in。〃 But this was living indeed！ he told himself。
So gallantly did Mr。 Hoopdriver comport himself up to the very edge