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air；　his　hands　in　his　pockets　and　his　eyes　turned；　right　and　left；

to　the　pictures。　　The　gallery　was　so　long　that　this　transit　took

some　little　time；　especially　as　there　was　a　moment　when　he　stopped

to　admire　the　fine　Gainsborough。　　〃He　says　Mrs。　St。　George　has　been

the　making　of　him；〃　the　girl　continued　in　a　voice　slightly　lowered。



〃Ah　he's　often　obscure！〃　Paul　laughed。



〃Obscure？〃　she　repeated　as　if　she　heard　it　for　the　first　time。　　Her

eyes　rested　on　her　other　friend；　and　it　wasn't　lost　upon　Paul　that

they　appeared　to　send　out　great　shafts　of　softness。　　〃He's　going　to

speak　to　us！〃　she　fondly　breathed。　　There　was　a　sort　of　rapture　in

her　voice；　and　our　friend　was　startled。　　〃Bless　my　soul；　does　she

care　for　him　like　THAT？　…　is　she　in　love　with　him？〃　he　mentally

enquired。　　〃Didn't　I　tell　you　he　was　eager？〃　she　had　meanwhile

asked　of　him。



〃It's　eagerness　dissimulated；〃　the　young　man　returned　as　the

subject　of　their　observation　lingered　before　his　Gainsborough。　　〃He

edges　toward　us　shyly。　　Does　he　mean　that　she　saved　him　by　burning

that　book？〃



〃That　book？　what　book　did　she　burn？〃　　The　girl　quickly　turned　her

face　to　him。



〃Hasn't　he　told　you　then？〃



〃Not　a　word。〃



〃Then　he　doesn't　tell　you　everything！〃　　Paul　had　guessed　that　she

pretty　much　supposed　he　did。　　The　great　man　had　now　resumed　his

course　and　come　nearer；　in　spite　of　which　his　more　qualified

admirer　risked　a　profane　observation：　　〃St。　George　and　the　Dragon

is　what　the　anecdote　suggests！〃



His　companion；　however；　didn't　hear　it；　she　smiled　at　the　dragon's

adversary。　　〃He　IS　eager　…　he　is！〃　she　insisted。



〃Eager　for　you　…　yes。〃



But　meanwhile　she　had　called　out：　　〃I'm　sure　you　want　to　know　Mr。

Overt。　　You'll　be　great　friends；　and　it　will　always　be　delightful

to　me　to　remember　I　was　here　when　you　first　met　and　that　I　had

something　to　do　with　it。〃



There　was　a　freshness　of　intention　in　the　words　that　carried　them

off；　nevertheless　our　young　man　was　sorry　for　Henry　St。　George；　as

he　was　sorry　at　any　time　for　any　person　publicly　invited　to　be

responsive　and　delightful。　　He　would　have　been　so　touched　to

believe　that　a　man　he　deeply　admired　should　care　a　straw　for　him

that　he　wouldn't　play　with　such　a　presumption　if　it　were　possibly

vain。　　In　a　single　glance　of　the　eye　of　the　pardonable　Master　he

read　…　having　the　sort　of　divination　that　belonged　to　his　talent　…

that　this　personage　had　ever　a　store　of　friendly　patience；　which

was　part　of　his　rich　outfit；　but　was　versed　in　no　printed　page　of　a

rising　scribbler。　　There　was　even　a　relief；　a　simplification；　in

that：　　liking　him　so　much　already　for　what　he　had　done；　how　could

one　have　liked　him　any　more　for　a　perception　which　must　at　the　best

have　been　vague？　　Paul　Overt　got　up；　trying　to　show　his　compassion；

but　at　the　same　instant　he　found　himself　encompassed　by　St。

George's　happy　personal　art　…　a　manner　of　which　it　was　the　essence

to　conjure　away　false　positions。　　It　all　took　place　in　a　moment。

Paul　was　conscious　that　he　knew　him　now；　conscious　of　his　handshake

and　of　the　very　quality　of　his　hand；　of　his　face；　seen　nearer　and

consequently　seen　better；　of　a　general　fraternising　assurance；　and

in　particular　of　the　circumstance　that　St。　George　didn't　dislike

him　（as　yet　at　least）　for　being　imposed　by　a　charming　but　too

gushing　girl；　attractive　enough　without　such　danglers。　　No

irritation　at　any　rate　was　reflected　in　the　voice　with　which　he

questioned　Miss　Fancourt　as　to　some　project　of　a　walk　…　a　general

walk　of　the　company　round　the　park。　　He　had　soon　said　something　to

Paul　about　a　talk　…　〃We　must　have　a　tremendous　lot　of　talk；　there

are　so　many　things；　aren't　there？〃　…　but　our　friend　could　see　this

idea　wouldn't　in　the　present　case　take　very　immediate　effect。　　All

the　same　he　was　extremely　happy；　even　after　the　matter　of　the　walk

had　been　settled　…　the　three　presently　passed　back　to　the　other

part　of　the　gallery；　where　it　was　discussed　with　several　members　of

the　party；　even　when；　after　they　had　all　gone　out　together；　he

found　himself　for　half　an　hour　conjoined　with　Mrs。　St。　George。　　Her

husband　had　taken　the　advance　with　Miss　Fancourt；　and　this　pair

were　quite　out　of　sight。　　It　was　the　prettiest　of　rambles　for　a

summer　afternoon　…　a　grassy　circuit；　of　immense　extent；　skirting

the　limit　of　the　park　within。　　The　park　was　completely　surrounded

by　its　old　mottled　but　perfect　red　wall；　which；　all　the　way　on

their　left；　constituted　in　itself　an　object　of　interest。　　Mrs。　St。

George　mentioned　to　him　the　surprising　number　of　acres　thus

enclosed；　together　with　numerous　other　facts　relating　to　the

property　and　the　family；　and　the　family's　other　properties：　　she

couldn't　too　strongly　urge　on　him　the　importance　of　seeing　their

other　houses。　　She　ran　over　the　names　of　these　and　rang　the　changes

on　them　with　the　facility　of　practice；　making　them　appear　an　almost

endless　list。　　She　had　received　Paul　Overt　very　amiably　on　his

breaking　ground　with　her　by　the　mention　of　his　joy　in　having　just

made　her　husband's　acquaintance；　and　struck　him　as　so　alert　and　so

accommodating　a　little　woman　that　he　was　rather　ashamed　of　his　MOT

about　her　to　Miss　Fancourt；　though　he　reflected　that　a　hundred

other　people；　on　a　hundred　occasions；　would　have　been　sure　to　make

it。　　He　got　on　with　Ms。　St。　George；　in　short；　better　than　he

expected；　but　this　didn't　prevent　her　suddenly　becoming　aware　that

she　was　faint　with　fatigue　and　must　take　her　way　back　to　the　house

by　the　shortest　cut。　　She　professed　that　she　hadn't　the　strength　of

a　kitten　and　was　a　miserable　wreck；　a　character　he　had　been　too

preoccupied　to　discern　in　her　while　he　wondered　in　what　sense　she

could　be　held　to　have　been　the　making　of　her　husband。　　He　had

arrived　at　a　glimmering　of　the　answer　when　she　announced　that　she

must　leave　him；　though　this　perception　was　of　course　provisional。

While　he　was　in　the　very　act　of　placing　himself　at　her　disposal　for

the　return　the　situation　underwent　a　change；　Lord　Masham　had

suddenly　turned　up；　coming　back　to　them；　overtaking　them；　emerging

from　the　shrubbery　…　Overt　could　scarcely　have　said　how　he　appeared

…　and　Mrs。　St。　George　had　protested　that　she　wanted　to　be　left

alone　and　not　to　break　up　the　party。　　A　moment　later　she　was

walking　off　with　Lord　Masham。　　Our　friend　fell　back　and　joined　Lady

Watermouth；　to　whom　he　presently　mentioned　that　Mrs。　St。　George　had

been　obliged　to　renounce　the　attempt　to　go　further。



〃She　oughtn't　to　have　come　out　at　all；〃　her　ladyship　rather

grumpily　remarked。



〃Is　she　so　very　much　of　an　invalid？〃



〃Very　bad　indeed。〃　　And　his　hostess　added　with　still　greater

austerity：　　〃She　oughtn't　really　to　come　to　one！〃　　He　wondered　what

was　implied　by　this；　and　presently　gathered　that　it　was　not　a

reflexion　on　the　lady's　conduct　or　her　moral　nature：　　it　only

represented　that　her　strength　was　not　equal　to　her　aspirations。







CHAPTER　III







The　smoking…room　at　Summersoft　was　on　the　scale　of　the　rest　of　the

place；　high　light　commodious　and　decorated　with　such　refined　old

carvings　and　mouldings　that　it　seemed　rather　a　bower　for　ladies　who

should　sit　at　work　at　fading　crewels　than　a　parliament　of　gentlemen

smoking　strong　cigars。　　The　gentlemen　mustered　there　in

considerable　force　on　the　Sunday　evening；　collecting　mainly　at　one

end；　in　front　of　one　of　the　cool　fair　fireplaces　of　white　marble；

the　entablature　of　which　was　adorned　with　a　delicate　little　Italian

〃subject。〃　　There　was　another　in　the　wall　that　faced　it；　and；

thanks　to　the　mild　summer　night；　a　fire　in　neither；　but　a　nucleus

for　aggregation　was　furnished　on　one　side　by　a　table　in　the

chimney…corner　laden　with　bottles；　decanters　and　tall　tumblers。

Paul　Overt　was　a　faithless　smoker；　he　would　puff　a　cigarette　for

reasons　with　which　tobacco　had　nothing　to　do。　　This　was

particularly　the　case　on　the　occasion　of　which　I　speak；　his　motive

was　the　vision　of　a　little　direct　talk　with　Henry　St。　George。　　The

〃tremendous〃　communion　of　which　the　great　man　had　held　out　hopes　to

him　earlier　in　the　day　had　not　yet　come　off；　and　this　saddened　him

considerably；　for　the　party　was　to　go　its　several　ways　immediately

after　breakfast　on　the　morrow。　　He　had；　however；　the　disappointment

of　finding　that　apparently　the　author　of　〃Shadowmere〃　was　not

disposed　to　prolong　his　vigil。　　He　wasn't　among　the　gentlemen

assembled　when　Paul　entered；　nor　was　he　one　of　those　who　turned　up；

in　bright　habiliments；　during　the　next　ten　minutes。　　The　young　man

waited　a　little；　wondering　if　he　had　only　gone　to　put　on　something

extraordinary；　this　would　account　for　his　delay　as　well　as

contribute　further　to　Overt's　impression　of　his　tendency　to　do　the

approved　superficial　thing。　　But　he　didn't　arrive　…　he　must　have

been　putting　on　something　more　extraordinary　than　was　probable。

Our　hero　gave　him　up；　feeling　a　little　injured；　a　little　wounded；

at　this　loss　of　twenty　co