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“
Do
you
want
him
to
—
say
?
I
’
ll
have
him
here
in
an
hour
if
you
do
.
I
ain
’
t
been
in
the
law
thirty
years
for
nothing
.
He
’
s
hired
Carrick
Fry
’
s
team
to
take
him
to
Hepburn
,
but
he
ain
’
t
going
to
start
for
another
hour
.
And
I
can
put
things
to
him
so
he
won
’
t
be
long
deciding
.
.
.
.
He
’
s
soft
:
I
could
see
that
.
I
don
’
t
say
you
won
’
t
be
sorry
afterward
—
but
,
by
God
,
I
’
ll
give
you
the
chance
to
be
,
if
you
say
so
.
”
She
heard
him
out
in
silence
,
too
remote
from
all
he
was
feeling
and
saying
for
any
sally
of
scorn
to
relieve
her
.
As
she
listened
,
there
flitted
through
her
mind
the
vision
of
Liff
Hyatt
’
s
muddy
boot
coming
down
on
the
white
bramble
-
flowers
.
The
same
thing
had
happened
now
;
something
transient
and
exquisite
had
flowered
in
her
,
and
she
had
stood
by
and
seen
it
trampled
to
earth
.
While
the
thought
passed
through
her
she
was
aware
of
Mr
.
Royall
,
still
leaning
against
the
door
,
but
crestfallen
,
diminished
,
as
though
her
silence
were
the
answer
he
most
dreaded
.
“
I
don
’
t
want
any
chance
you
can
give
me
:
I
’
m
glad
he
’
s
going
away
,
”
she
said
.
He
kept
his
place
a
moment
longer
,
his
hand
on
the
door
-
knob
.
“
Charity
!
”
he
pleaded
.
She
made
no
answer
,
and
he
turned
the
knob
and
went
out
.
She
heard
him
fumble
with
the
latch
of
the
front
door
,
and
saw
him
walk
down
the
steps
.
He
passed
out
of
the
gate
,
and
his
figure
,
stooping
and
heavy
,
receded
slowly
up
the
street
.
For
a
while
she
remained
where
he
had
left
her
.
She
was
still
trembling
with
the
humiliation
of
his
last
words
,
which
rang
so
loud
in
her
ears
that
it
seemed
as
though
they
must
echo
through
the
village
,
proclaiming
her
a
creature
to
lend
herself
to
such
vile
suggestions
.
Her
shame
weighed
on
her
like
a
physical
oppression
:
the
roof
and
walls
seemed
to
be
closing
in
on
her
,
and
she
was
seized
by
the
impulse
to
get
away
,
under
the
open
sky
,
where
there
would
be
room
to
breathe
.
She
went
to
the
front
door
,
and
as
she
did
so
Lucius
Harney
opened
it
.
He
looked
graver
and
less
confident
than
usual
,
and
for
a
moment
or
two
neither
of
them
spoke
.
Then
he
held
out
his
hand
.
“
Are
you
going
out
?
”
he
asked
.
“
May
I
come
in
?
”
Her
heart
was
beating
so
violently
that
she
was
afraid
to
speak
,
and
stood
looking
at
him
with
tear
-
dilated
eyes
;
then
she
became
aware
of
what
her
silence
must
betray
,
and
said
quickly
:
“
Yes
:
come
in
.
”
She
led
the
way
into
the
dining
-
room
,
and
they
sat
down
on
opposite
sides
of
the
table
,
the
cruet
-
stand
and
japanned
bread
-
basket
between
them
.
Harney
had
laid
his
straw
hat
on
the
table
,
and
as
he
sat
there
,
in
his
easy
-
looking
summer
clothes
,
a
brown
tie
knotted
under
his
flannel
collar
,
and
his
smooth
brown
hair
brushed
back
from
his
forehead
,
she
pictured
him
,
as
she
had
seen
him
the
night
before
,
lying
on
his
bed
,
with
the
tossed
locks
falling
into
his
eyes
,
and
his
bare
throat
rising
out
of
his
unbuttoned
shirt
.
He
had
never
seemed
so
remote
as
at
the
moment
when
that
vision
flashed
through
her
mind
.
“
I
’
m
so
sorry
it
’
s
good
-
bye
:
I
suppose
you
know
I
’
m
leaving
,
”
he
began
,
abruptly
and
awkwardly
;
she
guessed
that
he
was
wondering
how
much
she
knew
of
his
reasons
for
going
.
