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Whenever
she
was
unhappy
she
felt
herself
at
bay
against
a
pitiless
world
,
and
a
kind
of
animal
secretiveness
possessed
her
.
But
the
street
was
empty
,
and
she
passed
unnoticed
through
the
gate
and
up
the
path
to
the
house
.
Its
white
front
glimmered
indistinctly
through
the
trees
,
showing
only
one
oblong
of
light
on
the
lower
floor
.
She
had
supposed
that
the
lamp
was
in
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
sitting
-
room
;
but
she
now
saw
that
it
shone
through
a
window
at
the
farther
corner
of
the
house
.
She
did
not
know
the
room
to
which
this
window
belonged
,
and
she
paused
under
the
trees
,
checked
by
a
sense
of
strangeness
.
Then
she
moved
on
,
treading
softly
on
the
short
grass
,
and
keeping
so
close
to
the
house
that
whoever
was
in
the
room
,
even
if
roused
by
her
approach
,
would
not
be
able
to
see
her
.
The
window
opened
on
a
narrow
verandah
with
a
trellised
arch
.
She
leaned
close
to
the
trellis
,
and
parting
the
sprays
of
clematis
that
covered
it
looked
into
a
corner
of
the
room
.
She
saw
the
foot
of
a
mahogany
bed
,
an
engraving
on
the
wall
,
a
wash
-
stand
on
which
a
towel
had
been
tossed
,
and
one
end
of
the
green
-
covered
table
which
held
the
lamp
.
Half
of
the
lampshade
projected
into
her
field
of
vision
,
and
just
under
it
two
smooth
sunburnt
hands
,
one
holding
a
pencil
and
the
other
a
ruler
,
were
moving
to
and
fro
over
a
drawing
-
board
.
Her
heart
jumped
and
then
stood
still
.
He
was
there
,
a
few
feet
away
;
and
while
her
soul
was
tossing
on
seas
of
woe
he
had
been
quietly
sitting
at
his
drawing
-
board
.
The
sight
of
those
two
hands
,
moving
with
their
usual
skill
and
precision
,
woke
her
out
of
her
dream
.
Her
eyes
were
opened
to
the
disproportion
between
what
she
had
felt
and
the
cause
of
her
agitation
;
and
she
was
turning
away
from
the
window
when
one
hand
abruptly
pushed
aside
the
drawing
-
board
and
the
other
flung
down
the
pencil
.
Charity
had
often
noticed
Harney
’
s
loving
care
of
his
drawings
,
and
the
neatness
and
method
with
which
he
carried
on
and
concluded
each
task
.
The
impatient
sweeping
aside
of
the
drawing
-
board
seemed
to
reveal
a
new
mood
.
The
gesture
suggested
sudden
discouragement
,
or
distaste
for
his
work
and
she
wondered
if
he
too
were
agitated
by
secret
perplexities
.
Her
impulse
of
flight
was
checked
;
she
stepped
up
on
the
verandah
and
looked
into
the
room
.
Harney
had
put
his
elbows
on
the
table
and
was
resting
his
chin
on
his
locked
hands
.
He
had
taken
off
his
coat
and
waistcoat
,
and
unbuttoned
the
low
collar
of
his
flannel
shirt
;
she
saw
the
vigorous
lines
of
his
young
throat
,
and
the
root
of
the
muscles
where
they
joined
the
chest
.
He
sat
staring
straight
ahead
of
him
,
a
look
of
weariness
and
self
-
disgust
on
his
face
:
it
was
almost
as
if
he
had
been
gazing
at
a
distorted
reflection
of
his
own
features
.
For
a
moment
Charity
looked
at
him
with
a
kind
of
terror
,
as
if
he
had
been
a
stranger
under
familiar
lineaments
;
then
she
glanced
past
him
and
saw
on
the
floor
an
open
portmanteau
half
full
of
clothes
.
She
understood
that
he
was
preparing
to
leave
,
and
that
he
had
probably
decided
to
go
without
seeing
her
.
She
saw
that
the
decision
,
from
whatever
cause
it
was
taken
,
had
disturbed
him
deeply
;
and
she
immediately
concluded
that
his
change
of
plan
was
due
to
some
surreptitious
interference
of
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
.
All
her
old
resentments
and
rebellions
flamed
up
,
confusedly
mingled
with
the
yearning
roused
by
Harney
’
s
nearness
.
Only
a
few
hours
earlier
she
had
felt
secure
in
his
comprehending
pity
;
now
she
was
flung
back
on
herself
,
doubly
alone
after
that
moment
of
communion
.
Harney
was
still
unaware
of
her
presence
.
He
sat
without
moving
,
moodily
staring
before
him
at
the
same
spot
in
the
wall
-
paper
.
He
had
not
even
had
the
energy
to
finish
his
packing
,
and
his
clothes
and
papers
lay
on
the
floor
about
the
portmanteau
.
Presently
he
unlocked
his
clasped
hands
and
stood
up
;
and
Charity
,
drawing
back
hastily
,
sank
down
on
the
step
of
the
verandah
.
The
night
was
so
dark
that
there
was
not
much
chance
of
his
seeing
her
unless
he
opened
the
window
and
before
that
she
would
have
time
to
slip
away
and
be
lost
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
.
He
stood
for
a
minute
or
two
looking
around
the
room
with
the
same
expression
of
self
-
disgust
,
as
if
he
hated
himself
and
everything
about
him
;
then
he
sat
down
again
at
the
table
,
drew
a
few
more
strokes
,
and
threw
his
pencil
aside
.
Finally
he
walked
across
the
floor
,
kicking
the
portmanteau
out
of
his
way
,
and
lay
down
on
the
bed
,
folding
his
arms
under
his
head
,
and
staring
up
morosely
at
the
ceiling
.
Just
so
,
Charity
had
seen
him
at
her
side
on
the
grass
or
the
pine
-
needles
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
the
sky
,
and
pleasure
flashing
over
his
face
like
the
flickers
of
sun
the
branches
shed
on
it
.
But
now
the
face
was
so
changed
that
she
hardly
knew
it
;
and
grief
at
his
grief
gathered
in
her
throat
,
rose
to
her
eyes
and
ran
over
.
She
continued
to
crouch
on
the
steps
,
holding
her
breath
and
stiffening
herself
into
complete
immobility
.
One
motion
of
her
hand
,
one
tap
on
the
pane
,
and
she
could
picture
the
sudden
change
in
his
face
.
In
every
pulse
of
her
rigid
body
she
was
aware
of
the
welcome
his
eyes
and
lips
would
give
her
;
but
something
kept
her
from
moving
.
It
was
not
the
fear
of
any
sanction
,
human
or
heavenly
;
she
had
never
in
her
life
been
afraid
.
It
was
simply
that
she
had
suddenly
understood
what
would
happen
if
she
went
in
.
It
was
the
thing
that
did
happen
between
young
men
and
girls
,
and
that
North
Dormer
ignored
in
public
and
snickered
over
on
the
sly
.
It
was
what
Miss
Hatchard
was
still
ignorant
of
,
but
every
girl
of
Charity
’
s
class
knew
about
before
she
left
school
.
It
was
what
had
happened
to
Ally
Hawes
’
s
sister
Julia
,
and
had
ended
in
her
going
to
Nettleton
,
and
in
people
’
s
never
mentioning
her
name
.
It
did
not
,
of
course
,
always
end
so
sensationally
;
nor
,
perhaps
,
on
the
whole
,
so
untragically
.
Charity
had
always
suspected
that
the
shunned
Julia
’
s
fate
might
have
its
compensations
.
There
were
others
,
worse
endings
that
the
village
knew
of
,
mean
,
miserable
,
unconfessed
;
other
lives
that
went
on
drearily
,
without
visible
change
,
in
the
same
cramped
setting
of
hypocrisy
.
But
these
were
not
the
reasons
that
held
her
back
.
Since
the
day
before
,
she
had
known
exactly
what
she
would
feel
if
Harney
should
take
her
in
his
arms
:
the
melting
of
palm
into
palm
and
mouth
on
mouth
,
and
the
long
flame
burning
her
from
head
to
foot
.
