returned to South Africa and was appointed to some office
"You have worked too hard, Mr. Vane--you need a rest. And I have been telling father that, too. You both need a rest."
"I'll never get it," he said. "Stopping work won't give it to me."
She pondered on these words as she guided the horse over a crossing. And all that Austen had said to her, all that she had been thinking of for a year past, helped her to grasp their meaning. But she wondered still more at the communion which, all at once, had been established between Hilary Vane and herself, and why he was saying these things to her. It was all so unreal and inexplicable.
"I can imagine that people who have worked hard all their lives must feel that way," she answered, though her voice was not as steady as she could have wished. "You--you have so much to live for."
Her colour rose. She was thinking of Austen--and she knew that Hilary Vane knew that she was thinking of Austen. Moreover, she had suddenly grasped the fact that the gentle but persistently strong influence of the son's character had brought about the change in the father. Hilary Vane's lips closed again, as in pain, and she divined the reason.
Victoria knew the house in Hanover Street, with its classic porch, with its certain air of distinction and stability, and long before she had known it as the Austen residence she remembered wondering who lived in it. The house had individuality, and (looked at from the front) almost perfect proportions; consciously--it bespoke the gentility of its builders. Now she drew up before it and called to Mr. Rangely, who was abreast, to tie his horse and ring the bell. Hilary was already feeling with his foot for the step of the buggy.
"I'm all right," he insisted; "I can manage now," but Victoria seized his arm with a firm, detaining hand.
"Please wait,--Mr. Vane," she pleaded.
- that she might honestly give him the answer that he demanded.
- me. I suppose she'd been too much on my mind lately. I
- a look. The water was like glass, dim, without a breath
- hers, helpless. I'd never noticed her arms before. They
- sought her out. She did not know that he had even better
- against it, barking, and scratching the nicely painted
- shoulders lift a little, like a shrug. And there I kept
- mine. When I went, myself, after a few minutes, she was
- and one man even sent us a cask of cider as a present.
- as if ready to fly. I went toward her, and she made me
- possibly, in her, a result, or at least an index, of that
- all times feeble, never altogether recovered. Her illnesses
- fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
- at Seven Brothers, because he'd gotten Fedderson the berth
- two wells, deep and deep, and as if they held all the things
- night, to the spot beneath the glare of the censer where
- innocent purpose: each parish has a public musket, and
- five. No sign. And then, standing there, it came over me
- men and women; but his thoughts outran his pace, and he
- working on his Jacob's-ladder, and I'd be reading. He'd
- and not Spaniards and that they were in sad want of tobacco
- our ignorance of so much of the spiritual. The expression
- world of metaphysical investigation at which I was most
- she wasn't so bad-looking, after all. I guess I must have
- in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide,
- I don't know how it all went, sir. I'd tell you if I could,
- a shadow. I was never made aware of her entrance into my
- that she wanted to make me know something, and I waited,
- An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
- commented the Airedale. No doubt he thinks quite often,
- It's all riddles and blur. I can't seem to tell you much,
- For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique. It
- Indian family, who had come to trade in a canoe from Caylen,
- a circle of analogies to that expression. I mean to say
- And when I did turn in, finally, I didn't sleep at all
- every time the Inspector came off with the tender he was
- our tents. They were very civil, and offered us a house;
- and felt that there was much of strangeness pervading
- for last names in a light, and I'd taken to calling him
- toots as she picked up the light—mad as anything—and
- numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
- I never be mistaken—these are the full, and the black,
- tenth time what the Inspector'd said that day about getting
- water and all the ruin. And when I looked at her hands
- (an odd red-breasted little bird, which inhabits the thick
- so. Words are impotent to convey any just idea of the fierceness
- here. Crouch down,—you must be tired,—and watch, said
- I felt approaching the full knowledge of their expression—felt
- the light upon them. They led upward. He mounted cautiously,
- strangers by trying to bolt through an invisible mesh like