the vagabond man； I hardly know whichin me still。 Does it
distress you to hear me talk of myself in this way？ I won't
distress you。 I will only say that the comfort and the luxury of
our life here are； at times； I think； a little too much for a man
to whom comforts and luxuries come as strange things。 I want
nothing to put me right again but more air and exercise； fewer
good breakfasts and dinners； my dear friend； than I get here。 Let
me go back to some of the hardships which this comfortable house
is expressly made to shut out。 Let me meet the wind and weather
as I used to meet them when I was a boy； let me feel weary again
for a little while； without a carriage near to pick me up； and
hungry when the night falls； with miles of walking between my
supper and me。 Give me a week or two away； Allanup northward；
on foot； to the Yorkshire moorsand I promise to return to
Thorpe Ambrose； better company for you and for your friends。 I
shall be back before you have time to miss me。 Mr。 Bashwood will
take care of the business in the office； it is only for a
fortnight； and it is for my own goodlet me go！〃
〃I don't like it；〃 said Allan。 〃I don't like your leaving me in
this sudden manner。 There's something so strange and dreary about
it。 Why not try riding； if you want more exercise； all the horses
in the stables are at your disposal。 At all events； you can't
possibly go to…day。 Look at the rain！〃
Midwinter looked toward the window； and gently shook his head。
〃I thought nothing of the rain；〃 he said； 〃when I was a mere
child； getting my living with the dancing dogswhy should I
think anything of it now？ _My_ getting wet； and _your_ getting
wet； Allan； are two very different things。 When I was a
fisherman's boy in the Hebrides； I hadn't a dry thread on me for
weeks together。 〃
〃But you're not in the Hebrides now；〃 persisted Allan； 〃and I
expect our friends from the cottage to…morrow evening。 You can't
start till after to…morrow。 Miss Gwilt is going to give us some
more music； and you know you like Miss Gwilt's playing。〃
Midwinter turned aside to buckle the straps of his knapsack。
〃Give me another chance of hearing Miss Gwilt when I come back；〃
he said； with his head down； and his fingers busy at the straps。
〃You have one fault； my dear fellow； and it grows on you；〃
remonstrated Allan； 〃when you have once taken a thing into our
head； you're the most obstinate man alive。 There's no persuading
you to listen to reason。 If you _will_ go；〃 added Allan； suddenly
rising； as Midwinter took up his hat and stick in silence； 〃I
have half a mind to go with you； and try a little roughing it
too！〃
〃Go with _me！_〃 repeated Midwinter； with a momentar y bitterness
in his tone； 〃and leave Miss Gwilt！〃
Allan sat down again； and admitted the force of the objection in
significant silence。 Without a word more on his side； Midwinter
held out his hand to take leave。 They were both deeply moved； and
each was anxious to hide his agitation from the other。 Allan took
the last refuge which his friend's firmness left to him： he tried
to lighten the farewell moment by a joke。
〃I'll tell you what；〃 he said； 〃I begin to doubt if you're quite
cured yet of your belief in the Dream。 I suspect you're running
away from me； after all！〃
Midwinter looked at him； uncertain whether he was in jest or
earnest。 〃What do you mean？〃 he asked。
〃What did you tell me；〃 retorted Allan； 〃when you took me in here
the other day； and made a clean breast of it？ What did you say
about this room； and the second vision of the dream？ By Jupiter！〃
he exclaimed； starting to his feet once more； 〃now I look again；
here _is_ the Second Vision！ There's the rain pattering against
the window…there's the lawn and the garden outsidehere am I
where I stood in the Dreamand there are you where the Shadow
stood。 The whole scene complete； out…of…doors and in； and _I've_
discovered it this time！〃
A moment's life stirred again in the dead remains of Midwinter's
superstition。 His color changed； and he eagerly； almost fiercely；
disputed Allan's conclusion。
〃No！〃 he said； pointing to the little marble figure on the
bracket； 〃the scene is _not_ completeyou have forgotten
something； as usual。 The Dream is wrong this time； thank
Godutterly wrong！ In the vision you saw； the statue was lying
in fragments on the floor； and you were stooping over them with a
troubled and an angry mind。 There stands the statue safe and
sound！ and you haven't the vestige of an angry feeling in your
mind； have you？〃 He seized Allan impulsively by the hand。 At the
same moment the consciousness came to him that he was speaking
and acting as earnestly as if he still believed in the Dream。 The
color rushed back over his face； and he turned away in confused
silence。
〃What did I tell you？〃 said Allan； laughing； a little uneasily。
〃That night on the Wreck is hanging on your mind as heavily as
ever。〃
〃Nothing hangs heavy on me；〃 retorted Midwinter； with a sudden
outburst of impatience； 〃but the knapsack on my back； and the
time I'm wasting here。 I'll go out； and see if it's likely to
clear up。〃
〃You'll come back？〃 interposed Allan。
Midwinter opened the French window； and stepped out into the
garden。
〃Yes；〃 he said； answering with all his former gentleness of
manner； 〃I'll come back in a fortnight。 Good…by； Allan； and good
luck with Miss Gwilt！〃
He pushed the window to； and was away across the garden before
his friend could open it again and follow him。
Allan rose； and took one step into the garden； then checked
himself at the window； and returned to his chair。 He knew
Midwinter well enough to feel the total uselessness of attempting
to follow him or to call him back。 He was gone； and for two weeks
to come there was no hope of seeing him again。 An hour or more
passed； the rain still fell； and the sky still threatened。 A
heavier and heavier sense of loneliness and despondencythe
sense of all others which his previous life had least fitted him
to understand and endurepossessed itself of Allan's mind。 In
sheer horror of his own uninhabitably solitary house； he rang for
his hat and umbrella； and resolved to take refuge in the major's
cottage。
〃I might have gone a little way with him；〃 thought Allan； his
mind still running on Midwinter as he put on his hat。 〃I should
like to have seen the dear old fellow fairly started on his
journey。〃
He took his umbrella。 If he had noticed the face of the servant
who gave it to him； he might possibly have asked some questions；
and might have heard some news to interest him in his present
frame of mind。 As it was； he went out without looking at the man；
and without suspecting that his servants knew more of Midwinter's
last moments at Thorpe Ambrose than he knew himself。 Not ten
minutes since； the grocer and butcher had called in to receive
payment of their bills； and the grocer and the butcher had seen
how Midwinter started on his journey。
The grocer had met him first； not far from the house； stopping on
his way； in the pouring rain； to speak to a little ragged imp of
a boy； the pest of the neighborhood。 The boy's customary
impudence had broken out even more unrestrainedly than usual at
the sight of the gentleman's knapsack。 And what had the gentleman
done in return？ He had stopped and looked distressed； and had put
his two hands gently on the boy's shoulders。 The grocer's own
eyes had seen that； and the grocer's own ears had heard him say；
〃Poor little chap！ I know how the wind gnaws and the rain wets
through a ragged jacket； better than most people who have got a
good coat on their backs。〃 And with those words he had put his
hand in his pocket； and had rewarded the boy's impudence with a
present of a shilling。 〃Wrong here…abouts；〃 said the grocer；
touching his forehead。 〃That's my opinion of Mr。 Armadale's
friend！〃
The butcher had seen him further on in the journey； at the other
end of the town。 He had stoppedagain in the pouring rainand
this time to look at nothing more remarkable than a half…starved
cur； shivering on a doorstep。 〃I had my eye on him；〃 said the
butcher； 〃and what do you think he did？ He crossed the road over
to my shop； and bought a bit of meat fit for a Christian。 Very
well。 He says good…morning； and crosses back again； and； on the
word of a man； down he goes on his knees on the wet doorstep； and
out he takes his knife； and cuts up the meat； and gives it to the
dog。 Meat； I tell you again； fit for a Christian！ I'm not a hard
man； ma'am；〃 concluded the butcher； addressing the cook； 〃but
meat's meat； and it will serve your master's friend right if he
lives to want it。〃
With those old unforgotten sympathies of the old unforgotten time
to keep him company on his lonely road； he had left the town
behind him； and had been lost to view in the misty rain。 The
grocer and the butcher had seen the last of him； and had judged a
great nature； as all natures _are_ judged from the grocer and the
butcher point of view。
THE END OF THE SECOND BOOK。
BOOK THE THIRD。
CHAPTER I。
MRS。 MILROY。
Two days after Midwinter's departure from Thorpe Ambrose； Mrs。
Milroy； having completed her morning toilet； and having dismissed
her nurse； rang the bell again five minutes afterward； and on the
woman's re…appearance asked impatiently if the post had come in
〃Post？〃 echoed the nurse。 〃Haven't you got your watch？ Don't you
know that it's a good half…hour too soon to ask for your
letters？〃 She spoke with the confident insolence of a servant
long accustomed to presume on her mistress's weakness and her
mistress's necessities。 Mrs。 Milroy； on her side； appeared to be
well used to her nurses manner； she gave her orders composedly；
without noticing it。
〃When the postman does come；〃 she said； 〃see him yourself。 I am
expecting a letter which I ought to have had two days since。 I
don't understand it。 I'm beginning to suspect the servants。〃
The nurse smiled contemptuously。 〃Whom will you suspect next？〃
she asked。 〃There！ don't put yourself out。 I'll answer the
gate…bell this morning； and we'll see if I can't bring you a
letter when the postman comes。〃 Saying those words； with the tone
and manner of a woman who is quieting a fra