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"
Kiss
me
,
mother
,
"
said
the
girl
.
Her
flower-like
lips
touched
the
withered
cheek
,
and
warmed
its
frost
.
"
My
child
!
my
child
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Vane
,
looking
up
to
the
ceiling
in
search
of
an
imaginary
gallery
.
"
Come
,
Sibyl
,
"
said
her
brother
,
impatiently
.
He
hated
his
mother
's
affectations
.
They
went
out
into
the
flickering
wind-blown
sunlight
,
and
strolled
down
the
dreary
Euston
Road
.
The
passers-by
glanced
in
wonder
at
the
sullen
,
heavy
youth
,
who
,
in
coarse
,
ill-fitting
clothes
,
was
in
the
company
of
such
a
graceful
,
refined-looking
girl
.
He
was
like
a
common
gardener
walking
with
a
rose
.
Jim
frowned
from
time
to
time
when
he
caught
the
inquisitive
glance
of
some
stranger
.
He
had
that
dislike
of
being
stared
at
which
comes
on
geniuses
late
in
life
,
and
never
leaves
the
commonplace
.
Sibyl
,
however
,
was
quite
unconscious
of
the
effect
she
was
producing
.
Her
love
was
trembling
in
laughter
on
her
lips
.
She
was
thinking
of
Prince
Charming
,
and
,
that
she
might
think
of
him
all
the
more
,
she
did
not
talk
of
him
but
prattled
on
about
the
ship
in
which
Jim
was
going
to
sail
,
about
the
gold
he
was
certain
to
find
,
about
the
wonderful
heiress
whose
life
he
was
to
save
from
the
wicked
,
red-shirted
bushrangers
.
For
he
was
not
to
remain
a
sailor
,
or
a
super-cargo
,
or
whatever
he
was
going
to
be
.
Oh
,
no
!
A
sailor
's
existence
was
dreadful
.
Fancy
being
cooped
up
in
a
horrid
ship
,
with
the
hoarse
,
hump-backed
waves
trying
to
get
in
,
and
a
black
wind
blowing
the
masts
down
,
and
tearing
the
sails
into
long
screaming
ribands
!
He
was
to
leave
the
vessel
at
Melbourne
,
bid
a
polite
good-bye
to
the
captain
,
and
go
off
at
once
to
the
gold-fields
.
Before
a
week
was
over
he
was
to
come
across
a
large
nugget
of
pure
gold
,
the
largest
nugget
that
had
ever
been
discovered
,
and
bring
it
down
to
the
coast
in
a
waggon
guarded
by
six
mounted
policemen
.
The
bushrangers
were
to
attack
them
three
times
,
and
be
defeated
with
immense
slaughter
.
Or
,
no
.
He
was
not
to
go
to
the
gold-fields
at
all
.
They
were
horrid
places
,
where
men
got
intoxicated
,
and
shot
each
other
in
bar-rooms
,
and
used
bad
language
.
He
was
to
be
a
nice
sheep-farmer
,
and
one
evening
,
as
he
was
riding
home
,
he
was
to
see
the
beautiful
heiress
being
carried
off
by
a
robber
on
a
black
horse
,
and
give
chase
,
and
rescue
her
.
Of
course
she
would
fall
in
love
with
him
,
and
he
with
her
,
and
they
would
get
married
,
and
come
home
,
and
live
in
an
immense
house
in
London
.
Yes
,
there
were
delightful
things
in
store
for
him
.
But
he
must
be
very
good
,
and
not
lose
his
temper
,
or
spend
his
money
foolishly
.
She
was
only
a
year
older
than
he
was
,
but
she
knew
so
much
more
of
life
.
He
must
be
sure
,
also
,
to
write
to
her
by
every
mail
,
and
to
say
his
prayers
each
night
before
he
went
to
sleep
.
God
was
very
good
,
and
would
watch
over
him
.
She
would
pray
for
him
,
too
,
and
in
a
few
years
he
would
come
back
quite
rich
and
happy
.
The
lad
listened
sulkily
to
her
,
and
made
no
answer
.
He
was
heart-sick
at
leaving
home
.
Yet
it
was
not
this
alone
that
made
him
gloomy
and
morose
.
Inexperienced
though
he
was
,
he
had
still
a
strong
sense
of
the
danger
of
Sibyl
's
position
.
This
young
dandy
who
was
making
love
to
her
could
mean
her
no
good
.
He
was
a
gentleman
,
and
he
hated
him
for
that
,
hated
him
through
some
curious
race-instinct
for
which
he
could
not
account
,
and
which
for
that
reason
was
all
the
more
dominant
within
him
.
He
was
conscious
also
of
the
shallowness
and
vanity
of
his
mother
's
nature
,
and
in
that
saw
infinite
peril
for
Sibyl
and
Sibyl
's
happiness
.
Children
begin
by
loving
their
parents
;
as
they
grow
older
they
judge
them
;
sometimes
they
forgive
them
.
His
mother
!
He
had
something
on
his
mind
to
ask
of
her
,
something
that
he
had
brooded
on
for
many
months
of
silence
.
A
chance
phrase
that
he
had
heard
at
the
theatre
,
a
whispered
sneer
that
had
reached
his
ears
one
night
as
he
waited
at
the
stage-door
,
had
set
loose
a
train
of
horrible
thoughts
.
He
remembered
it
as
if
it
had
been
the
lash
of
a
hunting-crop
across
his
face
.
His
brows
knit
together
into
a
wedge-like
furrow
,
and
with
a
twitch
of
pain
he
bit
his
under-lip
.
