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"
I
had
two
years
to
run
,
when
I
left
,
"
he
answered
.
"
But
I
was
always
honorably
promoted
at
school
.
"
The
next
moment
,
angry
with
himself
for
the
boast
,
he
had
gripped
the
arms
of
the
chair
so
savagely
that
every
finger
-
end
was
stinging
.
At
the
same
moment
he
became
aware
that
a
woman
was
entering
the
room
.
He
saw
the
girl
leave
her
chair
and
trip
swiftly
across
the
floor
to
the
newcomer
.
They
kissed
each
other
,
and
,
with
arms
around
each
other
’
s
waists
,
they
advanced
toward
him
.
That
must
be
her
mother
,
he
thought
.
She
was
a
tall
,
blond
woman
,
slender
,
and
stately
,
and
beautiful
.
Her
gown
was
what
he
might
expect
in
such
a
house
.
His
eyes
delighted
in
the
graceful
lines
of
it
.
She
and
her
dress
together
reminded
him
of
women
on
the
stage
.
Then
he
remembered
seeing
similar
grand
ladies
and
gowns
entering
the
London
theatres
while
he
stood
and
watched
and
the
policemen
shoved
him
back
into
the
drizzle
beyond
the
awning
.
Next
his
mind
leaped
to
the
Grand
Hotel
at
Yokohama
,
where
,
too
,
from
the
sidewalk
,
he
had
seen
grand
ladies
.
Then
the
city
and
the
harbor
of
Yokohama
,
in
a
thousand
pictures
,
began
flashing
before
his
eyes
.
But
he
swiftly
dismissed
the
kaleidoscope
of
memory
,
oppressed
by
the
urgent
need
of
the
present
.
He
knew
that
he
must
stand
up
to
be
introduced
,
and
he
struggled
painfully
to
his
feet
,
where
he
stood
with
trousers
bagging
at
the
knees
,
his
arms
loose
-
hanging
and
ludicrous
,
his
face
set
hard
for
the
impending
ordeal
.
The
process
of
getting
into
the
dining
room
was
a
nightmare
to
him
.
Between
halts
and
stumbles
,
jerks
and
lurches
,
locomotion
had
at
times
seemed
impossible
.
But
at
last
he
had
made
it
,
and
was
seated
alongside
of
Her
.
The
array
of
knives
and
forks
frightened
him
.
They
bristled
with
unknown
perils
,
and
he
gazed
at
them
,
fascinated
,
till
their
dazzle
became
a
background
across
which
moved
a
succession
of
forecastle
pictures
,
wherein
he
and
his
mates
sat
eating
salt
beef
with
sheath
-
knives
and
fingers
,
or
scooping
thick
pea
-
soup
out
of
pannikins
by
means
of
battered
iron
spoons
.
The
stench
of
bad
beef
was
in
his
nostrils
,
while
in
his
ears
,
to
the
accompaniment
of
creaking
timbers
and
groaning
bulkheads
,
echoed
the
loud
mouth
-
noises
of
the
eaters
.
He
watched
them
eating
,
and
decided
that
they
ate
like
pigs
.
Well
,
he
would
be
careful
here
.
He
would
make
no
noise
.
He
would
keep
his
mind
upon
it
all
the
time
.
He
glanced
around
the
table
.
Opposite
him
was
Arthur
,
and
Arthur
’
s
brother
,
Norman
.
They
were
her
brothers
,
he
reminded
himself
,
and
his
heart
warmed
toward
them
.
How
they
loved
each
other
,
the
members
of
this
family
!
There
flashed
into
his
mind
the
picture
of
her
mother
,
of
the
kiss
of
greeting
,
and
of
the
pair
of
them
walking
toward
him
with
arms
entwined
.
Not
in
his
world
were
such
displays
of
affection
between
parents
and
children
made
.
It
was
a
revelation
of
the
heights
of
existence
that
were
attained
in
the
world
above
.
It
was
the
finest
thing
yet
that
he
had
seen
in
this
small
glimpse
of
that
world
.
He
was
moved
deeply
by
appreciation
of
it
,
and
his
heart
was
melting
with
sympathetic
tenderness
.
He
had
starved
for
love
all
his
life
.
His
nature
craved
love
.
It
was
an
organic
demand
of
his
being
.
Yet
he
had
gone
without
,
and
hardened
himself
in
the
process
.
He
had
not
known
that
he
needed
love
.
Nor
did
he
know
it
now
.
He
merely
saw
it
in
operation
,
and
thrilled
to
it
,
and
thought
it
fine
,
and
high
,
and
splendid
.
He
was
glad
that
Mr
.
Morse
was
not
there
.
It
was
difficult
enough
getting
acquainted
with
her
,
and
her
mother
,
and
her
brother
,
Norman
.
Arthur
he
already
knew
somewhat
.
The
father
would
have
been
too
much
for
him
,
he
felt
sure
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
never
worked
so
hard
in
his
life
.
The
severest
toil
was
child
’
s
play
compared
with
this
.
Tiny
nodules
of
moisture
stood
out
on
his
forehead
,
and
his
shirt
was
wet
with
sweat
from
the
exertion
of
doing
so
many
unaccustomed
things
at
once
.
He
had
to
eat
as
he
had
never
eaten
before
,
to
handle
strange
tools
,
to
glance
surreptitiously
about
and
learn
how
to
accomplish
each
new
thing
,
to
receive
the
flood
of
impressions
that
was
pouring
in
upon
him
and
being
mentally
annotated
and
classified
;
to
be
conscious
of
a
yearning
for
her
that
perturbed
him
in
the
form
of
a
dull
,
aching
restlessness
;
to
feel
the
prod
of
desire
to
win
to
the
walk
in
life
whereon
she
trod
,
and
to
have
his
mind
ever
and
again
straying
off
in
speculation
and
vague
plans
of
how
to
reach
to
her
.
Also
,
when
his
secret
glance
went
across
to
Norman
opposite
him
,
or
to
any
one
else
,
to
ascertain
just
what
knife
or
fork
was
to
be
used
in
any
particular
occasion
,
that
person
’
s
features
were
seized
upon
by
his
mind
,
which
automatically
strove
to
appraise
them
and
to
divine
what
they
were
—
all
in
relation
to
her
.
Then
he
had
to
talk
,
to
hear
what
was
said
to
him
and
what
was
said
back
and
forth
,
and
to
answer
,
when
it
was
necessary
,
with
a
tongue
prone
to
looseness
of
speech
that
required
a
constant
curb
.
And
to
add
confusion
to
confusion
,
there
was
the
servant
,
an
unceasing
menace
,
that
appeared
noiselessly
at
his
shoulder
,
a
dire
Sphinx
that
propounded
puzzles
and
conundrums
demanding
instantaneous
solution
.
He
was
oppressed
throughout
the
meal
by
the
thought
of
finger
-
bowls
.
Irrelevantly
,
insistently
,
scores
of
times
,
he
wondered
when
they
would
come
on
and
what
they
looked
like
.
He
had
heard
of
such
things
,
and
now
,
sooner
or
later
,
somewhere
in
the
next
few
minutes
,
he
would
see
them
,
sit
at
table
with
exalted
beings
who
used
them
—
ay
,
and
he
would
use
them
himself
.
And
most
important
of
all
,
far
down
and
yet
always
at
the
surface
of
his
thought
,
was
the
problem
of
how
he
should
comport
himself
toward
these
persons
.
What
should
his
attitude
be
?
He
wrestled
continually
and
anxiously
with
the
problem
.
There
were
cowardly
suggestions
that
he
should
make
believe
,
assume
a
part
;
and
there
were
still
more
cowardly
suggestions
that
warned
him
he
would
fail
in
such
course
,
that
his
nature
was
not
fitted
to
live
up
to
it
,
and
that
he
would
make
a
fool
of
himself
.
It
was
during
the
first
part
of
the
dinner
,
struggling
to
decide
upon
his
attitude
,
that
he
was
very
quiet
.
He
did
not
know
that
his
quietness
was
giving
the
lie
to
Arthur
’
s
words
of
the
day
before
,
when
that
brother
of
hers
had
announced
that
he
was
going
to
bring
a
wild
man
home
to
dinner
and
for
them
not
to
be
alarmed
,
because
they
would
find
him
an
interesting
wild
man
.
Martin
Eden
could
not
have
found
it
in
him
,
just
then
,
to
believe
that
her
brother
could
be
guilty
of
such
treachery
—
especially
when
he
had
been
the
means
of
getting
this
particular
brother
out
of
an
unpleasant
row
.
So
he
sat
at
table
,
perturbed
by
his
own
unfitness
and
at
the
same
time
charmed
by
all
that
went
on
about
him
.
For
the
first
time
he
realized
that
eating
was
something
more
than
a
utilitarian
function
.
He
was
unaware
of
what
he
ate
.
It
was
merely
food
.
He
was
feasting
his
love
of
beauty
at
this
table
where
eating
was
an
aesthetic
function
.
It
was
an
intellectual
function
,
too
.
His
mind
was
stirred
.
He
heard
words
spoken
that
were
meaningless
to
him
,
and
other
words
that
he
had
seen
only
in
books
and
that
no
man
or
woman
he
had
known
was
of
large
enough
mental
caliber
to
pronounce
.
When
he
heard
such
words
dropping
carelessly
from
the
lips
of
the
members
of
this
marvellous
family
,
her
family
,
he
thrilled
with
delight
.
The
romance
,
and
beauty
,
and
high
vigor
of
the
books
were
coming
true
.
He
was
in
that
rare
and
blissful
state
wherein
a
man
sees
his
dreams
stalk
out
from
the
crannies
of
fantasy
and
become
fact
.
