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Jean
and
I
had
been
alone
in
our
railway
carriage
for
a
great
part
of
the
journey
;
but
an
hour
or
two
before
we
reached
London
a
man
got
in
and
took
a
seat
in
a
corner
.
The
train
had
stopped
at
a
place
where
there
is
a
beautiful
and
well
-
known
cemetery
.
People
bring
their
friends
from
long
distances
to
lay
them
there
.
When
one
passes
the
station
,
one
nearly
always
sees
sad
faces
and
people
in
mourning
on
the
platform
.
There
was
more
than
one
group
there
that
day
,
and
the
man
who
sat
in
the
corner
looked
out
at
them
with
gentle
eyes
.
He
had
fine
,
deep
eyes
and
a
handsome
mouth
.
When
the
poor
woman
in
mourning
almost
stumbled
into
the
carriage
,
followed
by
her
child
,
he
put
out
his
hand
to
help
her
and
gave
her
his
seat
.
She
had
stumbled
because
her
eyes
were
dim
with
dreadful
crying
,
and
she
could
scarcely
see
.
It
made
one
’
s
heart
stand
still
to
see
the
wild
grief
of
her
,
and
her
unconsciousness
of
the
world
about
her
.
The
world
did
not
matter
.
There
was
no
world
.
I
think
there
was
nothing
left
anywhere
but
the
grave
she
had
just
staggered
blindly
away
from
.
I
felt
as
if
she
had
been
lying
sobbing
and
writhing
and
beating
the
new
turf
on
it
with
her
poor
hands
,
and
I
somehow
knew
that
it
had
been
a
child
’
s
grave
she
had
been
to
visit
and
had
felt
she
left
to
utter
loneliness
when
she
turned
away
.
It
was
because
I
thought
this
that
I
wished
she
had
not
seemed
so
unconscious
of
and
indifferent
to
the
child
who
was
with
her
and
clung
to
her
black
dress
as
if
it
could
not
bear
to
let
her
go
.
This
one
was
alive
at
least
,
even
if
she
had
lost
the
other
one
,
and
its
little
face
was
so
wistful
!
It
did
not
seem
fair
to
forget
and
ignore
it
,
as
if
it
were
not
there
.
I
felt
as
if
she
might
have
left
it
behind
on
the
platform
if
it
had
not
so
clung
to
her
skirt
that
it
was
almost
dragged
into
the
railway
carriage
with
her
.
When
she
sank
into
her
seat
she
did
not
even
lift
the
poor
little
thing
into
the
place
beside
her
,
but
left
it
to
scramble
up
as
best
it
could
.
She
buried
her
swollen
face
in
her
handkerchief
and
sobbed
in
a
smothered
way
as
if
she
neither
saw
,
heard
,
nor
felt
any
living
thing
near
her
.
How
I
wished
she
would
remember
the
poor
child
and
let
it
comfort
her
!
It
really
was
trying
to
do
it
in
its
innocent
way
.
It
pressed
close
to
her
side
,
it
looked
up
imploringly
,
it
kissed
her
arm
and
her
crape
veil
over
and
over
again
,
and
tried
to
attract
her
attention
.
It
was
a
little
,
lily
-
fair
creature
not
more
than
five
or
six
years
old
and
perhaps
too
young
to
express
what
it
wanted
to
say
.
It
could
only
cling
to
her
and
kiss
her
black
dress
,
and
seem
to
beg
her
to
remember
that
it
,
at
least
,
was
a
living
thing
.
But
she
was
too
absorbed
in
her
anguish
to
know
that
it
was
in
the
world
.
She
neither
looked
at
nor
touched
it
,
and
at
last
it
sat
with
its
cheek
against
her
sleeve
,
softly
stroking
her
arm
,
and
now
and
then
kissing
it
longingly
I
was
obliged
to
turn
my
face
away
and
look
out
of
the
window
,
because
I
knew
the
man
with
the
kind
face
saw
the
tears
well
up
into
my
eyes
.
The
poor
woman
did
not
travel
far
with
us
.
She
left
the
train
after
a
few
stations
were
passed
.
Our
fellow
-
traveler
got
out
before
her
to
help
her
on
to
the
platform
.
He
stood
with
bared
head
while
he
assisted
her
,
but
she
scarcely
saw
him
.
And
even
then
she
seemed
to
forget
the
child
.
The
poor
thing
was
dragged
out
by
her
dress
as
it
had
been
dragged
in
.
I
put
out
my
hand
involuntarily
as
it
went
through
the
door
,
because
I
was
afraid
it
might
fall
.
But
it
did
not
.
It
turned
its
fair
little
face
and
smiled
at
me
.
When
the
kind
traveler
returned
to
his
place
in
the
carriage
again
,
and
the
train
left
the
station
,
the
black
-
draped
woman
was
walking
slowly
down
the
platform
and
the
child
was
still
clinging
to
her
skirt
.
My
guardian
was
a
man
whose
custom
it
was
to
give
large
and
dignified
parties
.
Among
his
grand
and
fashionable
guests
there
was
nearly
always
a
sprinkling
of
the
more
important
members
of
the
literary
world
.
The
night
after
I
arrived
there
was
to
be
a
particularly
notable
dinner
.
I
had
come
prepared
to
appear
at
it
.
Jean
had
brought
fine
array
for
me
and
a
case
of
jewels
.
I
knew
I
must
be
“
dressed
up
”
and
look
as
important
as
I
could
.
When
I
went
up
-
stairs
after
tea
,
Jean
was
in
my
room
laying
things
out
on
the
bed
.
“
The
man
you
like
so
much
is
to
dine
here
to
-
night
,
Ysobel
,
”
she
said
.
“
Mr
.
Hector
MacNairn
.
”
I
believe
I
even
put
my
hand
suddenly
to
my
heart
as
I
stood
and
looked
at
her
,
I
was
so
startled
and
so
glad
.
“
You
must
tell
him
how
much
you
love
his
books
,
”
she
said
.
She
had
a
quiet
,
motherly
way
.
