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by a feeling more impersonal； as though the God of Pity had shaken wings overhead； and dropped a tiny feather。
So walking； and exciting vague interest； they reached the first of the hundred doors of Messrs。 Rose and Thorn。
Hilary had determined on this end door； for； as the adventure grew warmer； he was more alive to its dangers。 To take this child into the very shop frequented by his wife and friends seemed a little mad； but that same reason which caused them to frequent itthe fact that there was no other shop of the sort half so handywas the reason which caused Hilary to go there now。 He had acted on impulse； he knew that if he let his impulse cool he would not act at all。 The bold course was the wise one； this was why he chose the end door round the corner。 Standing aside for her to go in first； he noticed the girl's brightened eyes and cheeks； she had never looked so pretty。 He glanced hastily round； the department was barren for their purposes； filled entirely with pyjamas。 He felt a touch on his arm。 The little model； rather pink； was looking up at him。
〃Mr。 Dallison； am I to get more than one set ofunderthings？〃
〃Three…three；〃 muttered Hilary； and suddenly he saw that they were on the threshold of that sanctuary。 〃Buy them；〃 he said； 〃and bring me the bill。〃
He waited close beside a man with a pink face； a moustache； and an almost perfect figure； who was standing very still； dressed from head to foot in blue…and…white stripes。 He seemed the apotheosis of what a man should be； his face composed in a deathless simper： 〃Long； long have been the struggles of man； but civilization has produced me at last。 Further than this it cannot go。 Nothing shall make me continue my line。 In me the end is reached。 See my back： 'The Amateur。 This perfect style； 8s。 11d。 Great reduction。'〃
He would not talk to Hilary； and the latter was compelled to watch the shopmen。 It was but half an hour to closing time； the youths were moving languidly； bickering a little； in the absence of their customerslike flies on a pane unable to get out into the sun。 Two of them came and asked him what they might serve him with； they were so refined and pleasant that Hilary was on the point of buying what he did not want。 The reappearance of the little model saved him。
〃It's thirty shillings； five and eleven was the cheapest； and stockings； and I bought some sta…〃
Hilary produced the money hastily。
〃This is a very dear shop；〃 she said。
When she had paid the bill； and Hilary had taken from her a large brown…paper parcel； they journeyed on together。 He had armoured his face now in a slightly startled quizzicality； as though； himself detached； he were watching the adventure from a distance。
On the central velvet seat of the boot and shoe department； a lady； with an egret in her hat； was stretching out a slim silk…stockinged foot； waiting for a boot。 She looked with negligent amusement at this common little girl and her singular companion。 This look of hers seemed to affect the women serving； for none came near the little model。 Hilary saw them eyeing her boots； and； suddenly forgetting his role of looker…on； he became very angry。 Taking out his watch； he went up to the eldest woman。
〃If somebody；〃 he said； 〃does not attend this young lady within a minute； I shall make a personal complaint to Mr。 Thorn。〃
The hand of the watch； however； had not completed its round before a woman was at the little model's side。 Hilary saw her taking off her boot； and by a sudden impulse he placed himself between her and the lady。 In doing this； he so far forgot his delicacy as to fix his eyes on the little model's foot。 The sense of physical discomfort which first attacked him became a sort of aching in his heart。 That brown； dingy stocking was darned till no stocking； only darning； and one toe and two little white bits of foot were seen； where the threads refused to hold together any longer。
The little model wagged the toe uneasilyshe had hoped； no doubt； that it would not protrude； then concealed it with her skirt。 Hilary moved hastily away； when he looked again； it was not at her； but at the lady。
Her face had changed； it was no longer amused and negligent； but stamped with an expression of offence。 'Intolerable；' it seemed to say； 'to bring a girl like that into a shop like this！ I shall never come here again！' The expression was but the outward sign of that inner physical discomfort Hilary himself had felt when he first saw the little model's stocking。 This naturally did not serve to lessen his anger； especially as he saw her animus mechanically reproduced on the faces of the serving women。
He went back to the little model； and sat down by her side。
〃Does it fit？ You'd better walk in it and see。〃
The little model walked。
〃It squeezes me；〃 she said。
〃Try another； then；〃 said Hilary。
The lady rose； stood for a second with her eyebrows raised and her nostrils slightly distended； then went away； and left a peculiarly pleasant scent of violets behind。
The second pair of boots not 〃squeezing〃 her； the little model was soon ready to go down。 She had all her trousseau now； except the dressselected and； indeed； paid for； but which； as she told Hilary； she was coming back to try on tomorrow； whenwhen…。 She had obviously meant to say when she was all new underneath。 She was laden with one large and two small parcels； and in her eyes there was a holy look。
Outside the shop she gazed up in his face。
〃Well； you are happy now？〃 asked Hilary。
Between the short black lashes were seen two very bright； wet shining eyes； her parted lips began to quiver。
〃Good…night； then；〃 he said abruptly； and walked away。
But looking round； he saw her still standing there； half buried in parcels； gazing after him。 Raising his hat； he turned into the High Street towards home。。。。
The old man； known to that low class of fellow with whom he was now condemned to associate as 〃Westminister；〃 was taking a whiff or two out of his old clay pipe； and trying to forget his feet。 He saw Hilary coming； and carefully extended a copy of the last edition。
〃Good…evenin'； sir！ Quite seasonable to…day for the time of year！ Ho； yes！ 'Westminister！'〃
His eyes followed Hilary's retreat。 He thought：
〃Oh dear！ He's a…given me an 'arf…a…crown。 He does look wellI like to see 'im look as well as thatquite young！ Oh dear！〃
The sun…that smoky； faring ball； which in its time had seen so many last editions of the Westminster Gazettewas dropping down to pass the night in Shepherd's Bush。 It made the old butler's eyelids blink when he turned to see if the coin really was a half…crown； or too good to be true。
And all the spires and house…roofs； and the spaces up above and underneath them； glittered and swam； and men and horses looked as if they had been powdered with golden dust。
CHAPTER XI
PEAR BLOSSOM
Weighed down by her three parcels； the little model pursued her way to Hound Street。 At the door of No。 1 the son of the lame woman； a tall weedy youth with a white face； was resting his legs alternately； and smoking a cigarette。 Closing one eye； he addressed her thus：
〃'Allo； miss！ Kerry your parcels for you？〃
The little model gave him a look。 'Mind your own business！' it said； but there was that in the flicker of her eyelashes which more than nullified this snub。
Entering her room； she deposited the parcels on her bed； and untied the strings with quick； pink fingers。 When she had freed the garments from wrappings and spread them out； she knelt down； and began to touch them； putting her nose down once or twice to sniff the linen and feel its texture。 There were little frills attached here and there； and to these she paid particular attention； ruffling their edges with the palms of her hands； while the holy look came back to her face。 Rising at length； she locked the door； drew down the blind； undressed from head to foot； and put on the new garments。 Letting her hair down； she turned herself luxuriously round and round before the too…small looking…glass。 There was utter satisfaction in each gesture of that whole operation； as if her spirit； long starved； were having a good meal。 In this rapt contemplation of herself； all childish vanity and expectancy； and all that wonderful quality found in simple unspiritual natures of delighting in the present moment； were perfectly displayed。 So； motionless； with her hair loose on her neck； she was like one of those half…hours of Spring that have lost their restlessness and are content just to be。
Presently； however； as though suddenly remembering that her happiness was not utterly complete； she went to a drawer； took out a packet of pear…drops； and put one in her mouth。
The sun； near to setting； had found its way through a hole in the blind； and touched her neck。 She turned as though she had received a kiss； and； raising a corner of the blind； peered out。 The pear…tree； which； to the annoyance of its proprietor； was placed so close to the back court of this low…class house as almost to seem to belong to it； was bathed in slanting sunlight。 No tree in all the world could have looked more fair than it did just then in its garb of gilded bl
