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I
wandered
across
the
Broad
Walk
to
have
a
look
at
Irene
,
and
she
was
wearing
an
unmistakable
air
.
It
set
me
reflecting
about
Mary
's
husband
and
his
manner
the
last
time
we
met
,
for
though
I
have
had
no
opportunity
to
say
so
,
we
still
meet
now
and
again
,
and
he
has
even
dined
with
me
at
the
club
.
On
these
occasions
the
subject
of
Timothy
is
barred
,
and
if
by
any
unfortunate
accident
Mary
's
name
is
mentioned
,
we
immediately
look
opposite
ways
and
a
silence
follows
,
in
which
I
feel
sure
he
is
smiling
,
and
wonder
what
the
deuce
he
is
smiling
at
.
I
remembered
now
that
I
had
last
seen
him
when
I
was
dining
with
him
at
his
club
(
for
he
is
become
member
of
a
club
of
painter
fellows
,
and
Mary
is
so
proud
of
this
that
she
has
had
it
printed
on
his
card
)
,
when
undoubtedly
he
had
looked
preoccupied
.
It
had
been
the
look
,
I
saw
now
,
of
one
who
shared
a
guilty
secret
.
As
all
was
thus
suddenly
revealed
to
me
I
laughed
unpleasantly
at
myself
,
for
,
on
my
soul
,
I
had
been
thinking
well
of
Mary
of
late
.
Always
foolishly
inflated
about
David
,
she
had
been
grudging
him
even
to
me
during
these
last
weeks
,
and
I
had
forgiven
her
,
putting
it
down
to
a
mother
's
love
.
I
knew
from
the
poor
boy
of
unwonted
treats
she
had
been
giving
him
;
I
had
seen
her
embrace
him
furtively
in
a
public
place
,
her
every
act
,
in
so
far
as
they
were
known
to
me
,
had
been
a
challenge
to
whoever
dare
assert
that
she
wanted
anyone
but
David
.
How
could
I
,
not
being
a
woman
,
have
guessed
that
she
was
really
saying
good-bye
to
him
?
Reader
,
picture
to
yourself
that
simple
little
boy
playing
about
the
house
at
this
time
,
on
the
understanding
that
everything
was
going
on
as
usual
.
Have
not
his
toys
acquired
a
new
pathos
,
especially
the
engine
she
bought
him
yesterday
?
Did
you
look
him
in
the
face
,
Mary
,
as
you
gave
him
that
engine
?
I
envy
you
not
your
feelings
,
ma'am
,
when
with
loving
arms
he
wrapped
you
round
for
it
.
That
childish
confidence
of
his
to
me
,
in
which
unwittingly
he
betrayed
you
,
indicates
that
at
last
you
have
been
preparing
him
for
the
great
change
,
and
I
suppose
you
are
capable
of
replying
to
me
that
David
is
still
happy
,
and
even
interested
.
But
does
he
know
from
you
what
it
really
means
to
him
?
Rather
,
I
do
believe
,
you
are
one
who
would
not
scruple
to
give
him
to
understand
that
B
(
which
you
may
yet
find
stands
for
Benjamin
)
is
primarily
a
gift
for
him
.
In
your
heart
,
ma'am
,
what
do
you
think
of
this
tricking
of
a
little
boy
?
Suppose
David
had
known
what
was
to
happen
before
he
came
to
you
,
are
you
sure
he
would
have
come
?
Undoubtedly
there
is
an
unwritten
compact
in
such
matters
between
a
mother
and
her
first-born
,
and
I
desire
to
point
out
to
you
that
he
never
breaks
it
.
Again
,
what
will
the
other
boys
say
when
they
know
?
You
are
outside
the
criticism
of
the
Gardens
,
but
David
is
not
.
Faith
,
madam
,
I
believe
you
would
have
been
kinder
to
wait
and
let
him
run
the
gauntlet
at
Pilkington
's
.
You
think
your
husband
is
a
great
man
now
because
they
are
beginning
to
talk
of
his
foregrounds
and
middle
distances
in
the
newspaper
columns
that
nobody
reads
.
I
know
you
have
bought
him
a
velvet
coat
,
and
that
he
has
taken
a
large
,
airy
and
commodious
studio
in
Mews
Lane
,
where
you
are
to
be
found
in
a
soft
material
on
first
and
third
Wednesdays
.
Times
are
changing
,
but
shall
I
tell
you
a
story
here
,
just
to
let
you
see
that
I
am
acquainted
with
it
?
Three
years
ago
a
certain
gallery
accepted
from
a
certain
artist
a
picture
which
he
and
his
wife
knew
to
be
monstrous
fine
.
But
no
one
spoke
of
the
picture
,
no
one
wrote
of
it
,
and
no
one
made
an
offer
for
it
.
Crushed
was
the
artist
,
sorry
for
the
denseness
of
connoisseurs
was
his
wife
,
till
the
work
was
bought
by
a
dealer
for
an
anonymous
client
,
and
then
elated
were
they
both
,
and
relieved
also
to
discover
that
I
was
not
the
buyer
.
He
came
to
me
at
once
to
make
sure
of
this
,
and
remained
to
walk
the
floor
gloriously
as
he
told
me
what
recognition
means
to
gentlemen
of
the
artistic
callings
.
O
,
the
happy
boy
!
