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other predisposing causes; which led youI really hardly like to



go on。〃







〃Which led me;〃 Romayne continued; finishing the sentence for his



friend; 〃to feel that I never shall forgive myselfaccident or



no accidentfor having taken that man's life。 Now go on。〃







〃The delusion that you still hear the voice;〃 Lord Loring



proceeded; 〃is; in the doctor's opinion; the moral result of the



morbid state of your mind at the time when you really heard the



voice on the scene of the duel。 The influence acts physically; of



course; by means of certain nerves。 But it is essentially a moral



influence; and its power over you is greatly maintained by the



self…accusing view of the circumstances which you persist in



taking。 That; in substance; is my recollection of what the doctor



said。〃







〃And when he was asked what remedies he proposed to try;〃 Romayne



inquired; 〃do you remember his answer? 'The mischief which moral



influences have caused; moral influences alone can remedy。' 〃







〃I remember;〃 said Lord Loring。 〃And he mentioned; as examples of



what he meant; the occurrence of some new and absorbing interest



in your life; or the working of some complete change in your



habits of thoughtor perhaps some influence exercised over you



by a person previously unknown; appearing under unforeseen



circumstances; or in scenes quite new to you。〃







Romayne's eyes sparkled。







〃Now you are coming to it!〃 he cried。 〃Now I feel sure that I



recall correctly the last words the doctor said: 'If my view is



the right one; I should not be surprised to hear that the



recovery which we all wish to see had found its beginning in such



apparently trifling circumstances as the tone of some other



person's voice or the influence of some other person's look。'



That plain expression of his opinion only occurred to my memory



after I had written my foolish letter of excuse。 I spare you the



course of other recollections that followed; to come at once to



the result。 For the first time I have the hope; the faint hope;



that the voice which haunts me has been once already controlled



by one of the influences of which the doctor spokethe influence



of a look。〃







If he had said this to Lady Loring; instead of to her husband;



she would have understood him at once。 Lord Loring asked for a



word more of explanation。







〃I told you yesterday;〃 Romayne answered; 〃that a dread of the



return of the voice had been present to me all the morning; and



that I had come to see the picture with an idea of trying if



change would relieve me。 While I was in the gallery I was free



from the dread; and free from the voice。 When I returned to the



hotel it tortured meand Mr。 Penrose; I grieve to say; saw what



I suffered。 You and I attributed the remission to the change of



scene。 I now believe we were both wrong。 Where was the change? In



seeing you and Lady Loring; I saw the two oldest friends I have。



In visiting your gallery; I only revived the familiar



associations of hundreds of other visits。 To what in fluence was



I really indebted for my respite? Don't try to dismiss the



question by laughing at my morbid fancies。 Morbid fancies are



realities to a man like me。 Remember the doctor's words; Loring。



Think of a new face; seen in your house! Think of a look that



searched my heart for the first time!〃







Lord Loring glanced once more at the clock on the mantel…piece。



The hands pointed to the dinner hour。







〃Miss Eyrecourt?〃 he whispered。







〃Yes; Miss Eyrecourt。〃







The library door was thrown open by a servant。 Stella herself



entered the room。







CHAPTER VIII。







THE PRIEST OR THE WOMAN?







LORD LORING hurried away to his dressing room。 〃I won't be more



than ten minutes;〃 he saidand left Romayne and Stella together。







She was attired with her customary love of simplicity。 White lace



was the only ornament on her dress of delicate silvery gray。 Her



magnificent hair was left to plead its own merits; without



adornment of any sort。 Even the brooch which fastened her lace



pelerine was of plain gold only。 Conscious that she was showing



her beauty to the greatest advantage in the eyes of a man of



taste; she betrayed a little of the embarrassment which Romayne



had already noticed at the moment when she gave him her hand。



They were alone; and it was the first time she had seen him in



evening dress。







It may be that women have no positive appreciation of what is



beautiful in form and coloror it may be that they have no



opinions of their own when the laws of fashion have spoken。 This



at least is certain; that not one of them in a thousand sees



anything objectionable in the gloomy and hideous evening costume



of a gentleman in the nineteenth century。 A handsome man is; to



their eyes; more seductive than ever in the contemptible black



coat and the stiff white cravat which he wears in common with the



servant who waits on him at table。 After a stolen glance at



Romayne; Stella lost all confidence in herselfshe began turning



over the photographs on the table。







The momentary silence which followed their first greeting became



intolerable to her。 Rather than let it continue; she impulsively



confessed the uppermost idea in her mind when she entered the



room。







〃I thought I heard my name when I came in;〃 she said。 〃Were you



and Lord Loring speaking of me?〃







Romayne owned without hesitation that they had been speaking of



her。







She smiled and turned over another photograph。 But when did



sun…pictures ever act as a restraint on a woman's curiosity? The



words passed her lips in spite of her。 〃I suppose I mustn't ask



what you were saying?〃







It was impossible to answer this plainly without entering into



explanations from which Romayne shrank。 He hesitated。







She turned over another photograph。 〃I understand;〃 she said。



〃You were talking of my faults。〃 She paused; and stole another



look at him。 〃I will try to correct my faults; if you will tell



me what they are。〃







Romayne felt that he had no alternative but to tell the



truthunder certain reserves。 〃Indeed you are wrong;〃 he said。



〃We were talking of the influence of a tone or a look on a



sensitive person。〃







〃The influence on Me?〃 she asked。







〃No。 The influence which You might exercise on another person。〃







She knew perfectly well that he was speaking of himself。 But she



was determined to feel the pleasure of making him own it。







〃If I have any such influence as you describe;〃 she began; 〃I



hope it is for good?〃







〃Certainly for good。〃







〃You speak positively; Mr。 Romayne。 Almost as positivelyonly



that can hardly beas if you were speaking from experience。〃







He might still have evaded a direct reply; if she had been



content with merely saying this。 But she looked at him while she



spoke。 He answered the look。







〃Shall I own that you are right?〃 he said。 〃I was thinking of my



own experience yesterday。〃







She returned to the photographs。 〃It sounds impossible;〃 she



rejoined; softly。 There was a pause。 〃Was it anything I said?〃



she asked。







〃No。 It was only when you looked at me。 But for that look; I



don't think I should have been here to…day。〃







She shut up the photographs on a sudden; and drew her chair a



little away from him。







〃I hope;〃 she said; 〃you have not so poor an opinion of me as to



think I like to be flattered?〃







Romayne answered with an earnestness that instantly satisfied



her。







〃I should think it an act of insolence to flatter you;〃 he said。



〃If you knew the true reason why I hesitated to accept Lady



Loring's invitationif I could own to you the new hope for



myself that has brought me hereyou would feel; as I feel; that



I have been only speaking the truth。 I daren't say yet that I owe



you a debt of gratitude for such a little thing as a look。 I must



wait till time puts certain strange fancies of mine to the



proof。〃







〃Fancies about me; Mr。 Romayne?〃







Before he could answer; the dinner bell rang。 Lord and Lady



Loring entered the library together。















The dinner having pursued its appointed course (always excepting



the case of the omelet); the head servant who had waited at table



was graciously invited to rest; after his labors; in 

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