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Glennard
threw
himself
into
an
arm
-
chair
.
Why
go
home
in
the
rain
to
dress
?
It
was
folly
to
take
a
cab
to
the
opera
,
it
was
worse
folly
to
go
there
at
all
.
His
perpetual
meetings
with
Alexa
Trent
were
as
unfair
to
the
girl
as
they
were
unnerving
to
himself
.
Since
he
couldn
’
t
marry
her
,
it
was
time
to
stand
aside
and
give
a
better
man
the
chance
—
and
his
thought
admitted
the
ironical
implication
that
in
the
terms
of
expediency
the
phrase
might
stand
for
Hollingsworth
.
He
dined
alone
and
walked
home
to
his
rooms
in
the
rain
.
As
he
turned
into
Fifth
Avenue
he
caught
the
wet
gleam
of
carriages
on
their
way
to
the
opera
,
and
he
took
the
first
side
street
,
in
a
moment
of
irritation
against
the
petty
restrictions
that
thwarted
every
impulse
.
It
was
ridiculous
to
give
up
the
opera
,
not
because
one
might
possibly
be
bored
there
,
but
because
one
must
pay
for
the
experiment
.
In
his
sitting
-
room
,
the
tacit
connivance
of
the
inanimate
had
centred
the
lamp
-
light
on
a
photograph
of
Alexa
Trent
,
placed
,
in
the
obligatory
silver
frame
,
just
where
,
as
memory
officiously
reminded
him
,
Margaret
Aubyn
’
s
picture
had
long
throned
in
its
stead
.
Miss
Trent
’
s
features
cruelly
justified
the
usurpation
.
She
had
the
kind
of
beauty
that
comes
of
a
happy
accord
of
face
and
spirit
.
It
is
not
given
to
many
to
have
the
lips
and
eyes
of
their
rarest
mood
,
and
some
women
go
through
life
behind
a
mask
expressing
only
their
anxiety
about
the
butcher
’
s
bill
or
their
inability
to
see
a
joke
.
With
Miss
Trent
,
face
and
mind
had
the
same
high
serious
contour
.
She
looked
like
a
throned
Justice
by
some
grave
Florentine
painter
;
and
it
seemed
to
Glennard
that
her
most
salient
attribute
,
or
that
at
least
to
which
her
conduct
gave
most
consistent
expression
,
was
a
kind
of
passionate
justice
—
the
intuitive
feminine
justness
that
is
so
much
rarer
than
a
reasoned
impartiality
.
Circumstances
had
tragically
combined
to
develop
this
instinct
into
a
conscious
habit
.
She
had
seen
more
than
most
girls
of
the
shabby
side
of
life
,
of
the
perpetual
tendency
of
want
to
cramp
the
noblest
attitude
.
Poverty
and
misfortune
had
overhung
her
childhood
and
she
had
none
of
the
pretty
delusions
about
life
that
are
supposed
to
be
the
crowning
grace
of
girlhood
.
This
very
competence
,
which
gave
her
a
touching
reasonableness
,
made
Glennard
’
s
situation
more
difficult
than
if
he
had
aspired
to
a
princess
bred
in
the
purple
.
Between
them
they
asked
so
little
—
they
knew
so
well
how
to
make
that
little
do
—
but
they
understood
also
,
and
she
especially
did
not
for
a
moment
let
him
forget
,
that
without
that
little
the
future
they
dreamed
of
was
impossible
.
The
sight
of
her
photograph
quickened
Glennard
’
s
exasperation
.
He
was
sick
and
ashamed
of
the
part
he
was
playing
.
He
had
loved
her
now
for
two
years
,
with
the
tranquil
tenderness
that
gathers
depth
and
volume
as
it
nears
fulfilment
;
he
knew
that
she
would
wait
for
him
—
but
the
certitude
was
an
added
pang
.
There
are
times
when
the
constancy
of
the
woman
one
cannot
marry
is
almost
as
trying
as
that
of
the
woman
one
does
not
want
to
.
Glennard
turned
up
his
reading
-
lamp
and
stirred
the
fire
.
He
had
a
long
evening
before
him
and
he
wanted
to
crowd
out
thought
with
action
.
He
had
brought
some
papers
from
his
office
and
he
spread
them
out
on
his
table
and
squared
himself
to
the
task
.
.
.
.
It
must
have
been
an
hour
later
that
he
found
himself
automatically
fitting
a
key
into
a
locked
drawer
.
He
had
no
more
notion
than
a
somnambulist
of
the
mental
process
that
had
led
up
to
this
action
.
He
was
just
dimly
aware
of
having
pushed
aside
the
papers
and
the
heavy
calf
volumes
that
a
moment
before
had
bounded
his
horizon
,
and
of
laying
in
their
place
,
without
a
trace
of
conscious
volition
,
the
parcel
he
had
taken
from
the
drawer
.
The
letters
were
tied
in
packets
of
thirty
or
forty
.
There
were
a
great
many
packets
.
On
some
of
the
envelopes
the
ink
was
fading
;
on
others
,
which
bore
the
English
post
-
mark
,
it
was
still
fresh
.
She
had
been
dead
hardly
three
years
,
and
she
had
written
,
at
lengthening
intervals
,
to
the
last
.
.
.
.
He
undid
one
of
the
earlier
packets
—
little
notes
written
during
their
first
acquaintance
at
Hillbridge
.
Glennard
,
on
leaving
college
,
had
begun
life
in
his
uncle
’
s
law
office
in
the
old
university
town
.
It
was
there
that
,
at
the
house
of
her
father
,
Professor
Forth
,
he
had
first
met
the
young
lady
then
chiefly
distinguished
for
having
,
after
two
years
of
a
conspicuously
unhappy
marriage
,
returned
to
the
protection
of
the
paternal
roof
.
