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　real　and　unusual　likeness　in　the　fight　we　have　fought。〃

She　still　half　hesitated。　　He　was　a　man　of　five…and…thirty；　and　she　could　not　get　over　the　feeling　that　her　impulsive　exclamation　had　been　presumptuous。　　He　saw　her　uncertainty；　and　perhaps　liked　her　the　better　for　it；　though　the　delicious　naturalness；　the　child…like　recognition　of　a　real　though　scarcely　known　friend；　had　delighted　him。

〃We　are　a　little　more　brother　and　sister　than　the　rest　of　the　world；〃　he　said；　with　the　chivalrous　manner　which　seemed　to　belong　naturally　to　his　peculiarly　noble　face。　　〃And　if　I　were　to　confess　that　I　had　not　always　thought　of　you　as　'Miss　Raeburn'〃

He　paused；　and　Erica　laughed。　　It　was　absurd　to　stand　on　ceremony　with　this　kindred　spirit。

〃Have　you　seen　the　conservatory？〃　he　asked。　　〃Shall　we　come　in　there？　　I　want　to　hear　all　about　the　Osmonds。〃

The　relief　of　speaking　with　one　who　knew　and　loved　Charles　Osmond；　and　did　not；　for　want　of　real　knowledge；　brand　him　with　the　names　of　half　a　dozen　heresies；　was　very　great。　　It　was　not　for　some　time　that　Erica　even　glanced　at　the　lovely　surroundings；　though　she　had　inherited　Raeburn's　great　love　of　flowers。　　At　last；　however；　an　exquisite　white　flower　attracted　her　notice；　and　she　broke　off　in　the　middle　of　a　sentence。

〃Oh；　how　lovely！　　I　never　saw　anything　like　that　before。　　What　is　it？〃

〃It　is　the　EUCHARIS　AMAZONICA；〃　replied　her　companion　〃About　the　most　exquisite　flower　in　the　world；　I　should　think　the　'dove　flower；'　as　my　little　ones　call　it。　　Ir　you　look　at　it　from　a　distance　the　stamens　really　look　like　doves　bending　down　to　drink。〃

〃It　is　perfect！　　How　I　wish　my　father　could　see　it！〃

〃We　have　a　fairly　good　one　at　Oakdene；　though　not　equal　to　this。　　We　must　persuade　you　and　Mr。　Raeburn　to　come　and　stay　with　us　some　day。〃

The　tears　came　into　Erica's　eyes；　so　great　was　the　contrast　between　his　friendliness　and　the　chilling　discourtesy　she　had　met　with　from　others　that　evening。

〃You　are　very　good；〃　she　said。　　〃If　you　only　knew　how　hard　it　is　to　be　treated　as　if　one　were　a　sort　of　semi…criminal！〃

〃I　do　know；〃　he　said。　　〃It　was　this　very　society　which　goaded　me　into　a　sort　of　wild　rebellion　years　ago。　　I　deserved　its　bad　opinion　in　a　measure；　and　you　do　not；　but　it　was　unfair　enough　to　make　one　pretty　desperate。〃

〃If　they　were　actual　saints　one　might　endure　it；〃　cried　Erica。　　〃But　to　have　such　a　man　as　my　father　condemned　just　as　hearsay　by　people　who　are　living　lazy；　wasteful　lives　is　really　too　much。　　I　came　to　Greyshot　expecting　at　least　unity；　at　least；　peace　in　a　Christian　atmosphere；　and　THIS　is　what　I　get。〃

Donovan　listened　in　silence；　a　great　sadness　in　his　eyes。　　There　was　a　pause；　then　Erica　continued：　〃You　think　I　speak　hotly。　　I　cannot　help　it。　　I　think　I　do　not　much　mind　what　they　do　to　me；　but　it　is　the　injustice　of　the　thing　that　makes　one　wild；　and　worst　of　all；　the　knowing　that　this　is　what　drives　people　into　atheism　this　is　what　dishonors　the　name　of　Christ。〃

〃You　are　right；〃　he　replied；　with　a　sigh；　〃that　IS　the　worst　of　it。　　I　have　come　to　the　conclusion　that　to　be　tolerant　to　the　intolerant　is　the　most　difficult　thing　in　life。〃

〃You　must　have　plenty　of　practice　in　this　dreadful　place；〃　said　Erica。

He　smiled　a　little。

〃Why；　to　be　seen　talking　to　ME　will　make　people　say　all　sorts　of　evil　of　you；〃　she　added。　　〃I　wish　I　had　thought　of　that　before。〃

〃You　wouldn't　have　spoken　to　me？〃　asked　Donovan；　laughing。　　〃Then　I　am　very　glad　it　didn't　occur　to　you。　　But　about　that　you　may　be　quite　easy；　nothing　could　make　them　think　much　worse　of　me　than　they　do　already。　　I　began　life　as　the　black　sheep　of　the　neighborhood；　and　it　is　easier　for　the　Ethiopian　to　change　his　skin　than　for　a　man　to　live　down　the　past　in　public　opinion。　　I　shall　be；　at　any　rate；　the　dusky　gray　sheep　of　the　place　to　the　end　of　my　life。〃

There　was　no　bitterness；　no　shade　of　complaint　in　his　tone；　he　merely　stated　a　fact。　　Erica　was　amazed；　she　knew　that　he　was　about　the　only　man　who　attempted　to　grapple　with　the　evil　and　degradation　and　poverty　of　Greyshot。

〃You　see；〃　he　continued；　with　a　bright　look　which　seemed　to　raise　Erica　into　purer　atmosphere；　〃it　is　not　the　public　estimation　which　makes　a　man's　character。　　There　is　one　question；　which　I　think　we　ought　never　to　ask　ourselves；　and　that　is　'What　will　people　think　of　me？'　　It　should　be　instead：　'How　can　I　serve？'〃

〃But　if　they　take　away　your　power；　how　can　you　serve？〃

〃They　can't　take　it　away；　they　may　check　and　hinder　for　a　time；　that　is　all。　　I　believe　one　may　serve　always　and　everywhere。〃

〃You　don't　mean　that　I　can　serve　that　roomful　of　enemies　in　there？〃

〃That　is　exactly　what　I　do　mean；〃　he　answered；　smiling　a　little。

In　the　meantime；　Lady　Caroline　was　apologizing　to　Mr。　Cuthbert。

〃I　don't　know　when　I　have　been　so　vexed！〃　she　exclaimed。　　〃It　is　really　too　bad　of　Mrs。　Fane…Smith。　　I　had　no　idea　that　the　Burne…Jones　angel　I　promised　you　was　the　daughter　of　that　disgraceful　man。　　What　a　horrible　satire；　is　it　not？〃

〃Pray；　don't　apologize；〃　said　Mr。　Cuthbert。　　〃It　was　really　rather　amusing　than　otherwise；　and　I　fancy　the　young　lady　will　be　in　no　great　hurry　to　force　her　way　into　society　again。〃

He　laughed　a　soft；　malicious；　chuckling　laugh。

〃I　should　hope　not；　indeed；〃　said　Lady　Caroline；　indignantly。　　〃Where　has　she　disappeared　to？〃

〃Need　you　ask？〃　said　Mr。　Cuthbert；　smiling。　　〃Our　revered　member　secured　her　at　once；　and　has　been　talking　to　her　in　the　conservatory　for　at　least　half　an　hour；　hatching　radical　plots；　I　dare　say；　and　vowing　vengeance　on　all　aristocrats。〃

〃Really　it　is　too　shocking！〃　said　Lady　Caroline。　　〃Mr。　Farrant　has　no　sense　of　what　is　fitting；　it　is　a　trait　which　I　have　always　noticed　in　Radicals。　　He　ought；　at　least　to　have　some　respect　for　his　position。〃

〃Birds　of　a　feather　flock　together；〃　suggested　Mr。　Cuthbert；　with　his　malicious　smile。

〃Well；　I　don't　often　defend　Mr。　Farrant；〃　said　Lady　Caroline。　　〃But　he　comes　of　a　good　old　family；　and；　though　a　Radical；　he　is　at　least　respectable。〃

Lady　Caroline　knew　absolutely　nothing　about　Erica；　but　uttered　the　last　sentence；　with　its　vague；　far…reaching；　and　most　damaging　hint；　without　even　a　pricking　of　conscience。

〃You　will　try　to　rescue　the　M。P。？〃　asked　Mr。　Cuthbert。

〃For　the　sake　of　his　position；　yes；〃　said　Lady　Caroline；　entering　the　conservatory。

〃Oh！　　Mr。　Farrant；〃　she　said；　with　her　most　gracious　smile；　〃I　came　to　see　whether　you　couldn't　induce　your　wife　to　sing　to　us。　　Now；　is　it　true　that　she　has　given　up　her　music？　　I　assure　you　she　and　I　have　been　battling　the　point　ever　since　you　came　up。　　Can't　you　persuade　her　to　give　us　just　one　song？　　I　am　really　in　despair　for　some　music。〃

〃I　am　afraid　my　wife　is　quite　out　of　voice；〃　said　Donovan。　　〃Are　there　no　other　musical　people？〃

〃Not　one。　　It　is　really　most　astonishing。　　I　was　counting　on　Miss　Fane…Smith；　but　she　has　disappointed　me；　and　there　is　not　another　creature　who　will　play　or　sing　a　note。　　Greyshot　is　a　terrible　unmusical　place。〃

〃You　do　not　belong　to　Greyshot；　so　perhaps　you　may　be　able　to　come　to　the　rescue；〃　said　Donovan　to　Erica。　　〃Scotch　people　can；　at　any　rate；　always　play　or　sing　their　own　national　airs　as　no　one　else　can。〃

Lady　Caroline　did　not　really　in　the　least　care　whether　there　were　music　or　not；　but　she　had　expressed　herself　very　strongly；　and　that　tiresome　Mr。　Farrant　had　taken　her　at　her　word；　and　was　trying　to　beat　up　recruits　recruits　that　she　did　not　want。　　He　had　now；　whether　intentionally　or　not；　put　her　in　such　a　position　that；　unless　she　were　positively　rude；　she　must　ask　Erica　to　play　or　sing。

〃Have　you　brought　any　music；　Miss　Raeburn？〃　she　asked；　turning　to　Erica　with　a　chilling　look；　as　though　she　had　just　become　aware　of　her　presence。

〃I　have　none　to　bring；〃　said　Erica。　　〃I　do　not　profess　to　sing；　I　only　sing　our　own　Scotch　airs。〃

〃Exactly　what　I　said！〃　exclaimed　Donovan。　　〃And　Scotch　singing　of　Scotch　airs　is　like　nothing　else　in　the　world。〃

Whether　he　mesmerized　them　both；　or　whether　his　stronger　will　and　higher　purpose　prevailed；　it　would　be　hard　to　say。　　Certainly　Erica　was　quite　as　unwilling　to　sing　as　Lady　Caroline　was　to　favor　her　with　a　request。　　Both　had　to　yield；　however；　and　Erica；　whether　she　would　or　not；　had　to　serve　her　roomful　of　enemies　and　a　great　deal　of　good　it　did　her。

Out　of　the　quiet　conservatory　they　came　into　the　heat　and　glare　and　babel　of　voices；　Lady　Caroline　feeling　as　if　she　had　been　caught　in　her　own　trap；　Erica　wavering　between　resentful　defiance　and　the　desire　to　substitute　Donovan's　〃How　can　I　serve？〃　for　〃What　do　they　think？〃

She　sat　down　to　the　piano；　which　was　in　a　far…away　corner；　and　soon　she　had　forgotten　her　audience　altogether。　　Although　she　had　had　little　time　or　opportunity　for　a　thorough　musical　education；　she　had　great　taste；　and　was　musical　by　nature；　she　sang　her　national　airs；　as　very　few　could　have　sung　them；　and　so　wild　and　pathetic　was　the　air　she　had　chosen；　〃The　Flowers　of　the　Forest；〃　that　the　roar　of　conversation　at　once　ceased。　　She　knew　nothing　whatever　about　the　listeners；　the　air　had　taken　her　back　to　her　father's　recovery　at　Codrington　the　year　before。　　She　was　singing　to　him　once　more。

The　old　gentleman　who