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〃Good　arternoon；　sir；〃　said　a　man　who；　with　a　short　whip　in　his
hand；　trudged　beside　the　white　horse　that　towed　the　barge。　〃Come
up！〃　he　added　malevolently　to　the　horse。

〃I　want　to　get　on　board；　and　go　up　to　Lyvern　with　you；〃　said
Trefusis。　〃He　seems　a　well　fed　brute；　that。〃

〃Better　fed　nor　me；〃　said　the　man。　〃You　can't　get　the　work　out　of
a　hunderfed　'orse　that　you　can　out　of　a　hunderfed　man　or　woman。
I've　bin　in　parts　of　England　where　women　pulled　the　barges。　They
come　cheaper　nor　'orses；　because　it　didn't　cost　nothing　to　get
new　ones　when　the　old　ones　we　wore　out。〃

〃Then　why　not　employ　them？〃　said　Trefusis；　with　ironical　gravity。
〃The　principle　of　buying　laborforce　in　the　cheapest　market　and
selling　its　product　in　the　dearest　has　done　much　to　make
Englishmenwhat　they　are。〃

〃The　railway　comp'nies　keeps　'orspittles　for　the　like　of　'IM；〃
said　the　man；　with　a　cunning　laugh；　indicating　the　horse　by
smacking　him　on　the　belly　with　the　butt　of　the　whip。　〃If　ever　you
try　bein'　a　laborer　in　earnest；　governor；　try　it　on　four　legs。
You'll　find　it　far　preferable　to　trying　on　two。〃

〃This　man　is　one　of　my　converts；〃　said　Trefusis　apart　to
Henrietta。　〃He　told　me　the　other　day　that　since　I　set　him
thinking　he　never　sees　a　gentleman　without　feeling　inclined　to
heave　a　brick　at　him。　I　find　that　socialism　is　often
misunderstood　by　its　least　intelligent　supporters　and　opponents
to　mean　simply　unrestrained　indulgence　of　our　natural　propensity
to　heave　bricks　at　respectable　persons。　Now　I　am　going　to　carry
you　along　this　plank。　If　you　keep　quiet；　we　may　reach　the　barge。
If　not；　we　shall　reach　the　bottom　of　the　canal。〃

He　carried　her　safely　over；　and　exchanged　some　friendly　words
with　the　bargee。　Then　he　took　Henrietta　forward；　and　stood
watching　the　water　as　they　were　borne　along　noiselessly　between
the　hilly　pastures　of　the　country。　

〃This　would　be　a　fairy　journey；〃　he　said；　〃if　one　could　forget
the　woman　down　below；　cooking　her　husband's　dinner　in　a　stifling
hole　about　as　big　as　your　wardrobe；　and〃

〃Oh；　don't　talk　any　more　of　these　things；〃　she　said　crossly；　〃I
cannot　help　them。　I　have　my　own　troubles　to　think　of。　HER　husband
lives　with　her。〃

〃She　will　change　places　with　you；　my　dear；　if　you　make　her　the
offer。〃

She　had　no　answer　ready。　After　a　pause　he　began　to　speak
poetically　of　the　scenery　and　to　offer　her　loverlike　speeches　and
compliments。　But　she　felt　that　he　intended　to　get　rid　of　her；　and
he　knew　that　it　was　useless　to　try　to　hide　that　design　from　her。
She　turned　away　and　sat　down　on　a　pile　of　bricks；　only　writhing
angrily　when　he　pressed　her　for　a　word。　As　they　neared　the　end　of
her　voyage；　and　her　intense　protest　against　desertion　remained；
as　she　thought；　only　half　expressed；　her　sense　of　injury　grew
almost　unbearable。

They　landed　on　a　wharf；　and　went　through　an　unswept；
deeply…rutted　lane　up　to　the　main　street　of　Lyvern。　Here　he
became　Smilash　again；　walking　deferentially　a　little　before　her；
as　if　she　had　hired　him　to　point　out　the　way。　She　then　saw　that
her　last　opportunity　of　appealing　to　him　had　gone　by；　and　she
nearly　burst　into　tears　at　the　thought。　It　occurred　to　her　that
she　might　prevail　upon　him　by　making　a　scene　in　public。　But　the
street　was　a　busy　one；　and　she　was　a　little　afraid　of　him。
Neither　consideration　would　have　checked　her　in　one　of　her
ungovernable　moods；　but　now　she　was　in　an　abject　one。　Her　moods
seemed　to　come　only　when　they　were　harmful　to　her。　She　suffered
herself　to　be　put　into　the　railway　omnibus；　which　was　on　the
point　of　starting　from　the　innyard　when　they　arrived　there；　and
though　he　touched　his　hat；　asked　whether　she　had　any　message　to
give　him；　and　in　a　tender　whisper　wished　her　a　safe　journey；　she
would　not　look　at　or　speak　to　him。　So　they　parted；　and　he
returned　alone　to　the　chalet；　where　he　was　received　by　the　two
policemen　who　subsequently　brought　him　to　the　college。



CHAPTER　VI

The　year　wore　on；　and　the　long　winter　evenings　set　in。　The
studious　young　ladies　at　Alton　College；　elbows　on　desk　and　hands
over　ears；　shuddered　chillily　in　fur　tippets　whilst　they　loaded
their　memories　with　the　statements　of　writers　on　moral　science；
or；　like　men　who　swim　upon　corks；　reasoned　out　mathematical
problems　upon　postulates。　Whence　it　sometimes　happened　that　the
more　reasonable　a　student　was　in　mathematics；　the　more
unreasonable　she　was　in　the　affairs　of　real　life；　concerning
which　few　trustworthy　postulates　have　yet　been　ascertained。

Agatha；　not　studious；　and　apt　to　shiver　in　winter；　began　to　break
Rule　No。　17　with　increasing　frequency。　Rule　No。　17　forbade　the
students　to　enter　the　kitchen；　or　in　any　way　to　disturb　the
servants　in　the　discharge　of　their　duties。　Agatha　broke　it
because　she　was　fond　of　making　toffee；　of　eating　it；　of　a　good
fire；　of　doing　any　forbidden　thing；　and　of　the　admiration　with
which　the　servants　listened　to　her　ventriloquial　and　musical
feats。　Gertrude　accompanied　her　because　she　too　liked　toffee；　and
because　she　plumed　herself　on　her　condescension　to　her　inferiors。
Jane　went　because　her　two　friends　went；　and　the　spirit　of
adventure；　the　force　of　example；　and　the　love　of　toffee　often
brought　more　volunteers　to　these　expeditions　than　Agatha　thought
it　safe　to　enlist。　One　evening　Miss　Wilson；　going　downstairs
alone　to　her　private　wine　cellar；　was　arrested　near　the　kitchen
by　sounds　of　revelry；　and；　stopping　to　listen；　overheard　the
castanet　dance　（which　reminded　her　of　the　emphasis　with　which
Agatha　had　snapped　her　fingers　at　Mrs。　Miller）；　the　bee　on　the
window　pane；　〃Robin　Adair〃　（encored　by　the　servants）；　and　an
imitation　of　herself　in　the　act　of　appealing　to　Jane　Carpenter's
better　nature　to　induce　her　to　study　for　the　Cambridge　Local。　She
waited　until　the　cold　and　her　fear　of　being　discovered　spying
forced　her　to　creep　upstairs；　ashamed　of　having　enjoyed　a　silly
entertainment；　and　of　conniving　at　a　breach　of　the　rules　rather
than　face　a　fresh　quarrel　with　Agatha。

There　was　one　particular　in　which　matters　between　Agatha　and　the
college　discipline　did　not　go　on　exactly　as　before。　Although　she
had　formerly　supplied　a　disproportionately　large　number　of　the
confessions　in　the　fault　book；　the　entry　which　had　nearly　led　to
her　expulsion　was　the　last　she　ever　made　in　it。　Not　that　her
conduct　was　betterit　was　rather　the　reverse。　Miss　Wilson　never
mentioned　the　matter；　the　fault　book　being　sacred　from　all
allusion　on　her　part。　But　she　saw　that　though　Agatha　would　not
confess　her　own　sins；　she　still　assisted　others　to　unburden　their
consciences。　The　witticisms　with　which　Jane　unsuspectingly
enlivened　the　pages　of　the　Recording　Angel　were　conclusive　on
this　point。

Smilash　had　now　adopted　a　profession。　In　the　last　days　of　autumn
he　had　whitewashed　the　chalet；　painted　the　doors；　windows；　and
veranda；　repaired　the　roof　and　interior；　and　improved　the　place
so　much　that　the　landlord　had　warned　him　that　the　rent　would　be
raised　at　the　expiration　of　his　twelvemonth's　tenancy；　remarking
that　a　tenant　could　not　reasonably　expect　to　have　a　pretty；
rain…tight　dwelling…house　for　the　same　money　as　a　hardly
habitable　ruin。　Smilash　had　immediately　promised　to　dilapidate　it
to　its　former　state　at　the　end　of　the　year。　He　had　put　up　a　board
at　the　gate　with　an　inscription　copied　from　some　printed　cards
which　he　presented　to　persons　who　happened　to　converse　with　him。
_______________________________________________________　　　　　　　　　　

　　　　JEFFERSON　SMILASH

PAINTER；　DECORATOR；　GLAZIER；　PLUMBER　&　GARDENER。　Pianofortes
tuned。　Domestic　engineering　in　all　its　Branches。　Families　waited
upon　at　table　or　otherwise。

CHAMOUNIX　VILLA；　LYVERN。　（N。B。　Advice　Gratis。　No　Reasonable　offer
refused。）　_______________________________________________________


The　business　thus　announced；　comprehensive　as　it　was；　did　not
flourish。　When　asked　by　the　curious　for　testimony　to　his
competence　and　respectability；　he　recklessly　referred　them　to
Fairholme；　to　Josephs；　and　in　particular　to　Miss　Wilson；　who；　he
said；　had　known　him　from　his　earliest　childhood。　Fairholme；　glad
of　an　opportunity　to　show　that　he　was　no　mealy　mouthed　parson；
declared；　when　applied　to；　that　Smilash　was　the　greatest　rogue　in
the　country。　Josephs；　partly　from　benevolence；　and　partly　from　a
vague　fear　that　Smilash　might　at　any　moment　take　an　action
against　him　for　defamation　of　character；　said　he　had　no　doubt
that　he　was　a　very　cheap　workman；　and　that　it　would　be　a　charity
to　give　him　some　little　job　to　encourage　him。　Miss　Wilson
confirmed　Fairholme's　account；　and　the　church　organist；　who　had
tuned　all　the　pianofortes　in　the　neighborhood　once　a　year　for
nearly　a　quarter　of　a　century；　denounced　the　newcomer　as　Jack　of
all　trades　and　master　of　none。　Hereupon　the　radicals　of　Lyvern；　a
small　and　disreputable　party；　began　to　assert　that　there　was　no
harm　in　the　man；　and　that　the　parsons　and　Miss　Wilson；　who　lived
in　a　fine　house　and　did　nothing　but　take　in　the　daughters　of　rich
swells　as　boarders；　might　employ　their　leisure　better　than　in
taking　the　bread　out　of　a　poor　work　man's　mouth。　But　as　none　of
this　faction　needed　the　services　of　a　domestic　engineer；　he　was
none　the　richer　for　their　support；　and　the　only　patron　he
obtained　was　a　housemaid　who　was　leaving　her　situation　at　a
country　house　in　the　vicinity；　and　wanted　her　box　repaired；　the
lid　having　fallen　off。　Smilash　demanded　half…a…crown　for　the　job；
but　on　her　demurring；　immediately　apologized　and　came　down　to　a
shilling。　For　this　sum　he　repainted　the　box；　traced　her　initials
on　it；　and　affixed　new　hinges；　a　Bramah　lock；　and　brass　handles；
at　a　cost　to　himself　of　ten　shillings　and　several　hours'　labor。
The　housemaid　found　fault　with　the　color　of　the　paint；　made　him
take　off　the　handles；　which；　she　said；　reminded　her　of　a　coffin；
complained　that　a　lock　with　such　a　small　key　couldn't　be　strong
enough　for　a　large　box；　but　admitted　that　it　was　all　her　own
fault　for　not　employing　a　proper　man。　It　got　about　that　he　had
made　a　poor　job　of　the　box；　and　as　he；　when　taxed　with　this；
emphatically　confirmed　it；　he　got　no　other　commission；　and　his
signboard　served　thenceforth　only　for　the　amusement　of　pedestrian
tourists　and　of　shepherd　b