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Raeburn smiled at her ides of felicityno cares； and plenty of dogs and cats！ He did not anticipate any haven of rest at the end of the two years for himself。 He knew that his life must be a series of conflicts to the very end。 Still he hoped for relief from the load of debt； and looked forward to the reestablishment of his home。
Brian Osmond heard of the plans before long； but he scarcely saw Erica； the Christmas holidays began； and he no longer met her each afternoon in Gower Street； while the time drew nearer and nearer for her departure for Paris。 At length； on the very last day； it chanced that they were once more thrown together。
Raeburn was a great lover of flowers； and he very often received floral offerings from his followers。 It so happened that some beautiful hot…house flowers had been sent to him from a nursery garden one day in January； and； unwilling to keep them all； he had suggested that Erica should take some to the neighboring hospitals。 Now there were two hospitals in Guilford Square； Erica felt much more interested in the children's hospital than in the one for grown…up people； but； wishing to be impartial she arranged a basketful for each； and well pleased to have anything to give； hastened on her errand。 Much to her delight； her first basket of flowers was not only accepted very gratefully； but the lady superintendent took her over the hospital； and let her distribute the flowers among the children。 She was very fond of children； and was as happy as she could be passing up and down among the little beds； while her bright manner attracted the little ones； and made them unusually affectionate and responsive。
Happy at having been able to give them pleasure； and full of tender； womanly thoughts； she crossed the square to another small hospital； she was absorbed in pitiful； loving humanity； had forgotten altogether that the world counted her as a heretic； and wholly unprepared for what awaited her； she was shown into the visitors' room and asked to give her name。 Not only was Raeburn too notorious a name to pass muster； but the head of the hospital knew Erica by sight； and had often met her out of doors with her father。 She was a stiff； narrow…minded； uncompromising sort of person； and； in her own words was 〃determined to have no fellowship with the works of darkness。〃 How she could consider bright…faced Erica； with her loving thought for others and her free gift； a 〃work of darkness；〃 it is hard to understand。 She was not at all disposed； however； to be under any sort of obligation to an atheist； and the result of it was that after a three minutes' interview； Erica found herself once more in the square； with her flowers still in her hand； 〃declined WITHOUT thanks。〃
No one ever quite knew what the superintendent had said to her； but apparently the rebuff had been very hard to bear。 Not content with declining any fellowship with the poor little 〃work of darkness；〃 she had gone on in accordance with the letter of the text to reprove her； and Erica left the house with burning cheeks； and with a tumult of angry feeling stirred up in her heart。 She was far too angry to know or care what she was doing； she walked down the quiet square in the very opposite direction to 〃Persecution Alley；〃 and might have walked on for an indefinite time had not some one stopped her。
〃I was hoping to see you before you left；〃 said a pleasant quiet voice close by her。 She looked up and saw Charles Osmond。
Thus suddenly brought to a standstill； she became aware that she was trembling from head to foot。 A little delicate； sensitive thing； the unsparing censure and the rude reception she had just met with had quite upset her。
Charles Osmond retained her hand in his strong clasp； and looked questioningly into her bright； indignant eyes。
〃What is the matter； my child？〃 he asked。
〃I am only angry；〃 said Erica； rather breathlessly； 〃hurt and angry because one of your bigots has been rude to me。〃
〃Come in and tell me all about it；〃 said Charles Osmond； and there was something so irresistible in his manner that Erica at once allowed herself to be led into one of the tall； old…fashioned houses； and taken into a comfortable and roomy study； the nicest room she had ever been in。 It was not luxurious； indeed the Turkey carpet was shabby and the furniture well worn； but it was home…like； and warm and cheerful； evidently a room which was dear to its owner。 Charles Osmond made her sit down in a capacious arm chair close to the fire。
〃Well； now； who was the bigot？〃 he said； in a voice that would have won the confidence of a flint。
Erica told as much of the story as she could bring herself to repeat； quite enough to show Charles Osmond the terrible harm which may be wrought by tactless modern Christianity。 He looked down very sorrowfully at the eager； expressive face of the speaker； it was at once very white and very pink； for the child was sorely wounded as well as indignant。 She was evidently； however； a little vexed with herself for feeling the insult so keenly。
〃It is very stupid of me；〃 she said laughing a little； 〃it is time I was used to it； but I never can help shaking in this silly way when any one is rude to us。 Tom laughs at me； and says I am made on wire springs like a twelfth…cake butterfly！ But it is rather hard； isn't it； to be shut out from everything； even from giving？〃
〃I think it is both hard and wrong；〃 said Charles Osmond。 〃But we do not all shut you out。〃
〃No；〃 said Erica。 〃You have always been kind； you are not a bit like a Christian。 Would you〃she hesitated a little〃would you take the flowers instead？〃
It was said with a shy grace inexpressibly winning。 Charles Osmond was touched and gratified。
〃They will be a great treat to us；〃 he said。 〃My mother is very fond of flowers。 Will you come upstairs and see her？ We shall find afternoon tea going on； I expect。〃
So the rejected flowers found a resting place in the clergyman's house； and Brian； coming in from his rounds； was greeted by a sight which made his heart beat at double time。 In the drawing room beside his grandmother sat Erica； her little fur hat pushed back； her gloves off； busily arranging Christmas roses and red camellias。 Her anger had died away； she was talking quite merrily。 It seemed to Brian more like a beautiful dream than a bit of every…day life； to have her sitting there so naturally in his home； but the note of pain was struck before long。
〃I must go home；〃 she said。 〃This is my last day； you know。 I am going to Paris tomorrow。〃
A sort of sadness seemed to fall on them at the words； only gentle Mrs。 Osmond said； cheerfully：
〃You will come to see us again when you come back； will you not？〃
And then； with the privilege of the aged； she drew down the young； fresh face to hers and kissed it。
〃You will let me see you home；〃 said Brian。 〃It is getting dark。〃
Erica laughingly protested that she was well used to taking care of herself； but it ended in Brian's triumphing。 So together they crossed the quiet square。 Erica chattered away merrily enough； but as they reached the narrow entrance to Guilford Terrace a shadow stole over her face。
〃Oh！〃 she exclaimed； 〃this is the last time I shall come home for two whole years。〃
〃You go for so long；〃 said Brian； stifling a sigh。 〃You won't forget your English friends？〃
〃Do you mean that you count yourself our friend？〃 asked Erica； smiling。
〃If you will let me。〃
〃That is a funny word to use；〃 she replied； laughing。 〃You see we are treated as outlaws generally。 I don't think any one ever said 'will you let' to me before。 This is our house； thank you for seeing me home。〃 Then with a roguish look in her eyes； she added demurely； but with a slight emphasis on the last word； 〃Good bye； my friend。〃
Brian turned away sadly enough； but he had not gone far when he heard flying footsteps； and looking back saw Erica once more。
〃Oh； I just came to know whether by any chance you want a kitten；〃 she said； 〃I have a real beauty which I want to find a nice home for。〃
Of course Brian wanted a kitten at once； one would have imagined by the eagerness of his manner that he was devoted to the whole feline tribe。
〃Well； then； will you come in and see it？〃 said Erica。 〃He really is a very nice kitten； and I shall go away much happier if I can see him settled in life first。〃
She took him in； introduced him to her mother； and ran off in search of the cat； returning in a few minutes with a very playful…looking tabby。
〃There he is；〃 she said； putting the kitten on the table with an air of pride。 〃I don't believe he has an equal in all London。
〃What do you call him？〃 asked Brian。
〃His name is St。 Anthony；〃 said Erica。 〃Oh； I hope； by the bye； you won't object to that； it was no disrespect to St。 Anthony at all； but only that he always will go and preach to my gold fish。 We'll make him do it now to show you。 Come along Tony； and give them a sermon； there's a good little kit！〃
She put him on a side table； and he at once rested his front paws on a large glass bowl and peered down at the gold fish with great curiosity。
〃I believe he would have drowned himself sooner or later； like Gray's cat； so I dare say i
