her." "What on earth did you do that for?" "Father told me he wished it." "Told me what?" Godfrey asked, while her heart sank with the sense that he was making difficulties for her. "That they're engaged, of course. What else can all this mean?" "He did n't tell me that, but I like her." don, she knew; but, strenuous, ardent, and then he said, "I've been to see observant girl as she was, with secrecies of sentiment and dim originalities of attitude, she had already made up her mind that London was no place to look for delicacies. Remembrance there was hammered thin, and to be faithful was to be a bore. The patient dead were sacrificed; they had no shrines, for people were literally ashamed of mourning. When they had hustled all sensibility out of their lives, they invented the fiction that they felt too much to utter. Adela said nothing to her sisters; this reticence was part of the virtue it was her system to exercise for them. She was to be their mother, a direct deputy and representative. Before the vision of that other woman parading in such a character she felt capable of ingenuities and subtleties. The foremost of these was tremulously to watch her father. Five days after they had dined together at Mrs. Churchley's he asked her if she had been to see that lady. "No, indeed, why should I?" Adela knew that he knew she had not been, since Mrs. Churchley would have told him. "Don't you call on people after you dine with them?" said Colonel Chart. "Yes, in the course of time. I don't rush off within the week." Her father looked at her, and his eyes were colder than she had ever seen them, which was probably, she reflected, just the way her own appeared to him. "Then you'll please rush off to-morrow. She's to dine with us on the 12th, and I shall expect your sisters to come down." "Like her!" the girl shrieked. "She's very kind, very good." "To thrust herself upon us when we hate her? Is that what you call kind? Is that what you call decent?" "Oh, I don't hate her," Godfrey rejoined, turning away as if his sister bored him. She went the next day to see Mrs. Churchley, with a vague plan of breaking out to her, appealing to her, saying, "Oh, spare us! have mercy on us! let him alone! go away!" But that was not easy when they were face to face. Mrs. Churchley had every intention of getting, as she would have said she was perpetually using the expression — into touch; but her good intentions were so many boisterous blunders. She could never understand that they had no place for her vulgar charity; that their life was filled with a fragrance of perfection for which she had no sense fine enough. She was as undomestic as a shop-front, and as out of tune as a parrot. She would make them live in the streets, or bring the streets into their lives — it was the same thing. She had evidently never read a book, and she used intonations that Adela had never heard, as if she had been an Australian or an American. She understood everything in a vulgar sense; speaking of Godfrey's visit to her and praising him according to her idea, saying horrid things about himthat he was awfully good-looking, a perfect gentleman, the kind she liked. How could her father, who was after all, in everything else, such a dear, listen to a woman, or endure her, who thought she was pleasing when she called the son of his dead wife a perfect gentleman? What would he have been, pray? Much she knew about what any of them were! When she told Adela she wanted her to like her, the girl thought for an instant her opportunity had come - the chance to plead with her and beg her off. But she presented such an impenetrable surface that it would have been like giving a message to a varnished door. She wasn't a woman, said Adela; she was an address. 66 When she dined in Seymour Street, the children," as the girl called the others, including Godfrey, liked her. Beatrice and Muriel stared shyly and silently at the wonders of her apparel (she was brutally overdressed) without, of course, guessing the danger that hung over them. They supposed her, in their innocence, to be amusing, and they did n't know, any more than she did herself, that she patronized them. When she was upstairs with them, after dinner, Adela could see her looking round the room at the things she meant to alter; their mother's things, not a bit like her own and not good enough for her. After a quarter of an hour of this, our young lady felt sure she was deciding that Seymour Street would n't do at all, the dear old home that had done for their mother for twenty years. Was she plotting to transport them all to her horrible Prince's Gate? Of one thing, at any rate, Adela was certain: her father, at that moment, alone in the dining-room with Godfrey, pretending to drink another glass of wine to make time, was coming to the point, was telling the news. When they came upstairs, they both, to her eyes, looked strange: the news had been told. She had it from Godfrey before Mrs. Churchley left the house, when, after a brief interval, he followed her out of the drawing-room when she took her sisters to bed. She was waiting for him at the door of her room. Her father was then alone with his fiancée (the word was grotesque to Adela); it was already as if it were her home. "What did you say to him?" the girl asked, when her brother had told her. "I said nothing." Then he added, coloring (the expression of her face was such), "There was nothing to say." "Is that how it strikes you?" said Adela, staring at the lamp. "He asked me to speak to her," Godfrey went on. "To speak to her?" "To tell her I was glad." "And did you?" Adela panted. "I don't know. I said something. She kissed me." "Oh, how could you?" shuddered the girl, covering her face with her hands. "He says she's very rich," said Godfrey simply. "Is that why you kissed her? "I did n't kiss her. Good-night," and the young man, turning his back upon her, went out. When her brother was gone Adela locked herself in, as if with the fear that she should be overtaken or invaded, and during a sleepless, feverish, memorable night she took counsel of her uncompromising spirit. She saw things as they were, in all the indignity of life. The levity, the mockery, the infidelity, the ugliness, lay as plain as a map before her; it was a world pour rire, but she cried about it, all the same. The morning dawned early, or rather it seemed to her that there had been no night, nothing but a sickly, creeping day. But by the time she heard the house stirring again she had determined what to do. When she came down to the breakfastroom her father was already in his place, with newspapers and letters; and she expected the first words he would utter to be a rebuke to her for having After breakfast her father told her that it would give him pleasure if, in a day or two, she would take her sisters to see Mrs. Churchley, and she replied that he should be obeyed. He held her hand a moment, looking at her with an appeal in his eyes which presently hardened into sternness. He wanted to know that she forgave him, but he also wanted to say to her that he expected her to mind what she did, to go straight. disappeared, the night before, without the governess, before whom Colonel taking leave of Mrs. Churchley. Then Then Chart preferred not to discuss the situashe saw that he wished to be intensely tion. Adela recognized on the spot that, kind, to make every allowance, to placate if things were to go as he wished, his and console her. He knew that she children would practically never again knew from Godfrey, and he got up and be alone with him. He would spend all kissed her. He told her as quickly as his time with Mrs. Churchley till they possible, to have it over, stammering a were married, and then Mrs. Churchley little, with an "I've a piece of news would spend all her time with him. for you that will probably shock you," Adela was ashamed of him, and that yet looking even exaggeratedly grave was horrible - all the more that every and rather pompous, to inspire the re- one else would be, all his other friends, spect he did n't deserve. When he every one who had known her mother. kissed her she melted, she burst into But the public dishonor to that high tears. He held her against him, kissing memory should not be enacted, he should her again and again, saying tenderly, not do as he wished. "Yes, yes, I know, I know." But he did n't know, or he could never have done it. Beatrice and Muriel came in, frightened when they saw her crying, and still more scared when she turned to them with words and an air that were terrible in their comfortable little lives: "Papa's going to be married; he's going to marry Mrs. Churchley!" After staring a moment and seeing their father look as strange, on his side, as Adela, though in a different way, the children also began to cry, so that when the servants arrived, with tea and boiled eggs, these functionaries were great ly embarrassed with their burden, not knowing whether to come in or hang back. They all scraped together a decorum, and as soon as the things had been put on the table the colonel banished the men with a glance. Then he made a little affectionate speech to Beatrice and Muriel, in which he assured them that Mrs. Churchley was the kindest, the most delightful, of women, only wanting to make them happy, only wanting to make him happy, and convinced that he would be if they were, and that they would be if he was. She turned away her eyes; she was indeed ashamed of him. She waited three days, and then she took her sisters to see Mrs. Churchley. That lady was surrounded with callers, as Adela knew she would be; it was her "day" and the occasion the girl preferred. Before this she had spent all her time with her sisters, talking to them about their mother, playing upon their memory of her, making them cry and making them laugh, reminding them of certain hours of their early childhood, telling them anecdotes of her own. None the less she assured them that she believed there was no harm at all in Mrs. Churchley, and that when the time should come she would probably take them out immensely. She saw with smothered irritation that they enjoyed their visit in Prince's Gate; they had never been at anything so grown up," nor seen so many smart bonnets and 66 brilliant complexions. Moreover, they were considered with interest, as if, as features of Mrs. Churchley's new life, they had been described in advance and were the heroines of the occasion. There were so many ladies present that Mrs. Churchley did n't talk to them much; but she called them her "chicks," and asked them to hand about teacups and bread and butter. All this was highly agreeable and indeed intensely exciting to Beatrice and Muriel, who had little round red spots in their cheeks when they came away. Adela quivered with the sense that her mother's children were now Mrs. Churchley's "chicks" and features of Mrs. Churchley's life. It was one thing to have made up her mind, however; it was another thing to make her attempt. It was when she learned from Godfrey that the day was fixed, the 20th of July, only six weeks removed, that she felt the importance of prompt action. She learned everything from Godfrey now, having determined that it would be hypocrisy to question her father. Even her silence was hypocritical, but she could n't weep and wail. Her father showed extreme tact; taking no notice of her detachment, treating her as if it were a moment of bouderie which he was bound to allow her and which would pout itself away. She debated much as to whether she should take Godfrey into her confidence; she would have done so without hesitation if he had not disappointed her. He was so strange and so perversely preoccupied that she could explain it only by the high pressure at which he was living, his anxiety about his "exam." He was in a fidget, in a fever, putting on a spurt to come in first; skeptical, moreover, about his success and cynical about everything else. He appeared to agree to the general axiom that they did n't want a strange woman thrust into their home, but he found Mrs. Churchley very jolly as a person to know." He had been to see her by himself; he had 16 NO. 406. 66 VOL. LXVIII. been to see her three times. He said to his sister that he would make the most of her now; he should probably be so little in Seymour Street after these days. What Adela at last determined to say to him was that the marriage would never take place. When he asked her what she meant and who was to prevent it, she replied that the interesting couple would give it up themselves, or that Mrs. Churchley, at least, would, after a week or two, back out of it. "That will be really horrid, then," Godfrey rejoined. "The only respectable thing, at the point they 've come to, is to put it through. Charming for poor father to have the air of being thrown over." was the So This made her hesitate two days more, but she found answers more valid than any objections. The many-voiced answer to everything-it was like the autumn wind round the house backward affront to her mother. She was dead, but it killed her again. one morning, at eleven o'clock, when Adela knew her father was writing letters, she went out quietly, and, stopping the first hansom she met, drove to Prince's Gate. Mrs. Churchley was at home, and she was shown into the drawing-room with the request that she would wait five minutes. She waited, without the sense of breaking down at the last, the impulse to run away, which was what she had expected to have. In the cab and at the door her heart had beat terribly, but now, suddenly, with the game really to play, she found herself lucid and calm. It was a joy to her to feel, later, that this was the way Mrs. Churchley found her; not confused, not stammering nor prevaricating, only a little amazed at her own courage, conscious of the immense responsibility of her step, and wonderfully older than her years. Her hostess fixed her at first with the waiting eyes of a cashier, but after a little, to Adela's surprise, she burst into tears. At this the girl cried herself, but it was with the secret happiness of believing they were saved. Mrs. Churchley said she would think over what she had been told, and she promised Adela, freely enough and very firmly, not to betray the secret of her visit to the colonel. They were saved they were saved: the words sung themselves in the girl's soul as she came downstairs. When the door was opened for her she saw her brother on the step, and they looked at each other in surprise, each finding it on the part of the other an odd hour for Prince's Gate. Godfrey remarked that Mrs. Churchley would have enough of the family, and Adela answered that she would perhaps have too much. None the less the young man went in, while his sister took her way home. III. Adela Chart saw nothing of her brother for nearly a week; he had more and more his own time and hours, adjusted to his tremendous responsibilities, and he spent whole days at his crammer's. When she knocked at his door, late in the evening, he was not in his room. It was known in the house that he was greatly worried; he was horribly nervous about his ordeal. It was to begin on the 23d of June, and his father was as worried as himself. The wedding had been arranged in relation to this; they wished poor Godfrey's fate settled first, though it was felt that the nuptials would be darkened if it should not be settled right. Ten days after her morning visit to Mrs. Churchley Adela began to perceive that there was a difference in the air; but as yet she was afraid to exult. It was not a difference for the better, so that there might be still many hours of pain. Her father, since the announcement of his intended marriage, had been visibly pleased with himself, but that pleasure appeared to have undergone a check. Adela had the impression which the passengers on a great steamer receive when, in the middle of the night, they hear the engines stop. As this impression resolves itself into the general sense that something serious has happened, so the girl asked herself what had happened now. She had expected something serious; but it was as if she could n't keep still in her cabin — she wanted to go up and see. On the 20th, just before breakfast, her maid brought her a message from her brother. Mr. Godfrey would be obliged if she would speak to him in his room. She went straight up to him, dreading to find him ill, broken down, on the eve of his formidable week. This was not the case, however, inasmuch as he appeared to be already at work, to have been at work since dawn. But he was very white, and his eyes had a strange and new expression. Her beautiful young brother looked older; he looked haggard and hard. He met her there as if he had been waiting for her, and he said immediately, "Please to tell me this, Adela: what was the purpose of your visit, the other morning, to Mrs. Churchley the day I met you at her door?" She stared she hesitated. purpose? What's the matter? Why do you ask? "They 've put it off-they 've put it off a month." -- "The |