himyouth；　white　innocence；　Spring？　　It　would　be　infamous；
  infamous！　　She　sprang　up　from　the　fern；　and　ran　along　the　hillside；
  not　looking　where　she　went；　stumbling　among　the　tangled　growth；　in
  and　out　of　the　boulders；　till　she　once　more　sank　breathless　on　to　a
  stone。　　It　was　bare　of　trees　just　here；　and　she　could　see；　across
  the　river　valley；　the　high　larch…crowned　tor　on　the　far　side。　　The
  sky　was　clearthe　sun　bright。　　A　hawk　was　wheeling　over　that　hill；
  far　up；　very　near　the　blue！　　Infamous！　　She　could　not　do　that！
  Could　not　drug　him；　drag　him　to　her　by　his　senses；　by　all　that　was
  least　high　in　him；　when　she　wished　for　him　all　the　finest　things
  that　life　could　give；　as　if　she　had　been　his　mother。　　She　could
  not。　　It　would　be　wicked！　　In　that　moment　of　intense　spiritual
  agony；　those　two　down　there　in　the　sun；　by　the　grey　stone　and　the
  dark　water；　seemed　guarded　from　her；　protected。　　The　girl's　white
  flower…face　trembling　up；　the　boy's　gaze　leaping　down！　　Strange
  that　a　heart　which　felt　that；　could　hate　at　the　same　moment　that
  flower…face；　and　burn　to　kill　with　kisses　that　eagerness　in　the
  boy's　eyes。　　The　storm　in　her　slowly　passed。　　And　she　prayed　just
  to　feel　nothing。　　It　was　natural　that　she　should　lose　her　hour！
  Natural　that　her　thirst　should　go　unslaked；　and　her　passion　never
  bloom；　natural　that　youth　should　go　to　youth；　this　boy　to　his　own
  kind；　by　the　law　oflove。　　The　breeze　blowing　down　the　valley
  fanned　her　cheeks；　and　brought　her　a　faint　sensation　of　relief。
  Nobility！　　Was　it　just　a　word？　　Or　did　those　that　gave　up　happiness
  feel　noble？
  She　wandered　for　a　long　time　in　the　park。　　Not　till　late　afternoon
  did　she　again　pass　out　by　the　gate；　through　which　she　had　entered；
  full　of　hope。　　She　met　no　one　before　she　reached　her　room；　and
  there；　to　be　safe；　took　refuge　in　her　bed。　　She　dreaded　only　lest
  the　feeling　of　utter　weariness　should　leave　her。　　She　wanted　no
  vigour　of　mind　or　body　till　she　was　away　from　here。　　She　meant
  neither　to　eat　nor　drink；　only　to　sleep；　if　she　could。　　To…morrow；
  if　there　were　any　early　train；　she　could　be　gone　before　she　need
  see　anyone；　her　husband　must　arrange。　　As　to　what　he　would　think；
  and　she　could　saytime　enough　to　decide　that。　　And　what　did　it
  matter？　　The　one　vital　thing　now　was　not　to　see　the　boy；　for　she
  could　not　again　go　through　hours　of　struggle　like　those。　　She　rang
  the　bell；　and　sent　the　startled　maid　with　a　message　to　her　husband。
  And　while　she　waited　for　him　to　come；　her　pride　began　revolting。
  She　must　not　let　him　see。　　That　would　be　horrible。　　And　slipping
  out　of　bed　she　got　a　handkerchief　and　the　eau…de…Cologne　flask；　and
  bandaged　her　forehead。　　He　came　almost　instantly；　entering　in　his
  quick；　noiseless　way；　and　stood　looking　at　her。　　He　did　not　ask
  what　was　the　matter；　but　simply　waited。　　And　never　before　had　she
  realized　so　completely　how　he　began；　as　it　were；　where　she　left
  off；　began　on　a　plane　from　which　instinct　and　feeling　were　as
  carefully　ruled　out　as　though　they　had　been　blasphemous。　　She
  summoned　all　her　courage；　and　said：　〃I　went　into　the　park；　the　sun
  must　have　been　too　hot。　　I　should　like　to　go　home　to…morrow；　if　you
  don't　mind。　　I　can't　bear　not　feeling　well　in　other　people's
  houses。〃
  She　was　conscious　of　a　smile　flickering　over　his　face；　then　it　grew
  grave。
  〃Ah！〃　he　said；　〃yes。　　The　sun；　a　touch　of　that　will　last　some　days。
  Will　you　be　fit　to　travel；　though？〃
  She　had　a　sudden　conviction　that　he　knew　all　about　it；　but　that
  since　to　know　all　about　it　was　to　feel　himself　ridiculoushe　had
  the　power　of　making　himself　believe　that　he　knew　nothing。　　Was　this
  fine　of　him；　or　was　it　hateful？
  She　closed　her　eyes　and　said：
  〃My　head　is　bad；　but　I　SHALL　be　able。　　Only　I　don't　want　a　fuss
  made。　　Could　we　go　by　a　train　before　they　are　down？〃
  She　heard　him　say：
  〃Yes。　　That　will　have　its　advantages。〃
  There　was　not　the　faintest　sound　now；　but　of　course　he　was　still
  there。　　In　that　dumb；　motionless　presence　was　all　her　future。　　Yes；
  that　would　be　her　futurea　thing　without　feeling；　and　without
  motion。　　A　fearful　curiosity　came　on　her　to　look　at　it。　　She　opened
  her　gaze。　　He　was　still　standing　just　as　he　had　been；　his　eyes
  fixed　on　her。　　But　one　hand；　on　the　edge　of　his　coat　pocketout　of
  the　picture；　as　it　werewas　nervously　closing　and　unclosing。　　And
  suddenly　she　felt　pity。　　Not　for　her　futurewhich　must　be　like
  that；　but　for　him。　　How　dreadful　to　have　grown　so　that　all　emotion
  was　exiledhow　dreadful！　　And　she　said　gently：
  〃I　am　sorry；　Harold。〃
  As　if　he　had　heard　something　strange　and　startling；　his　eyes
  dilated　in　a　curious　way；　he　buried　that　nervous　hand　in　his
  pocket；　turned；　and　went　out。
  XVII
  When　young　Mark　came　on　Sylvia　by　the　logan…stone；　it　was　less
  surprising　to　him　than　if　he　had　not　known　she　was　therehaving
  watched　her　go。　　She　was　sitting；　all　humped　together；　brooding
  over　the　water；　her　sunbonnet　thrown　back；　and　that　hair；　in　which
  his　star　had　caught；　shining　faint…gold　under　the　sun。　　He　came　on
  her　softly　through　the　grass；　and；　when　he　was　a　little　way　off；
  thought　it　best　to　halt。　　If　he　startled　her　she　might　run　away；
  and　he　would　not　have　the　heart　to　follow。　　How　still　she　was；　lost
  in　her　brooding！　　He　wished　he　could　see　her　face。　　He　spoke　at
  last；　gently：
  〃Sylvia！　。　。　。　　Would　you　mind？〃
  And；　seeing　that　she　did　not　move；　he　went　up　to　her。　　Surely　she
  could　not　still　be　angry　with　him！
  〃Thanks　most　awfully　for　that　book　you　gave　meit　looks　splendid！〃
  She　made　no　answer。　　And　leaning　his　rod　against　the　stone；　he
  sighed。　　That　silence　of　hers　seemed　to　him　unjust；　what　was　it　she
  wanted　him　to　say　or　do？　　Life　was　not　worth　living；　if　it　was　to
  be　all　bottled　up　like　this。
  〃I　never　meant　to　hurt　you。　　I　hate　hurting　people。　　It's　only　that
  my　beasts　are　so　badI　can't　bear　people　to　see　themespecially
  youI　want　to　please　youI　do　really。　　So；　you　see；　that　was　all。
  You　MIGHT　forgive　me；　Sylvia！〃
  Something　over　the　wall；　a　rustling；　a　scattering　in　the　fern
  deer；　no　doubt！　　And　again　he　said　eagerly；　softly：
  〃You　might　be　nice　to　me；　Sylvia；　you　really　might。〃
  Very　quickly；　turning　her　head　away；　she　said：
  〃It　isn't　that　any　more。　　It'sit's　something　else。〃
  〃What　else？〃
  〃Nothingonly；　that　I　don't　countnow〃
  He　knelt　down　beside　her。　　What　did　she　mean？　　But　he　knew　well
  enough。
  〃Of　course；　you　count！　　Most　awfully！　　Oh；　don't　be　unhappy！　　I
  hate　people　being　unhappy。　　Don't　be　unhappy；　Sylvia！〃　　And　he
  began　gently　to　stroke　her　arm。　　It　was　all　strange　and　troubled
  within　him；　one　thing　only　plainhe　must　not　admit　anything！　　As
  if　reading　that　thought；　her　blue　eyes　seemed　suddenly　to　search
  right　into　him。　　Then　she　pulled　some　blades　of　grass；　and　began
  plaiting　them。
  〃SHE　counts。〃
  Ah！　　He　was　not　going　to　say：　She　doesn't！　　It　would　be　caddish　to
  say　that。　　Even　if　she　didn't　countDid　she　still？it　would　be
  mean　and　low。　　And　in　his　eyes　just　then　there　was　the　look　that
  had　made　his　tutor　compare　him　to　a　lion　cub　in　trouble。
  Sylvia　was　touching　his　arm。
  〃Mark！〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Don't！〃
  He　got　up　and　took　his　rod。　　What　was　the　use？　　He　could　not　stay
  there　with　her；　since　he　could　notmust　not　speak。
  〃Are　you　going？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Are　you　angry？　　PLEASE　don't　be　angry　with　me。〃
  He　felt　a　choke　in　his　throat；　bent　down　to　her　hand；　and　kissed
  it；　then　shouldered　his　rod；　and　marched　away。　　Looking　back　once；
  he　saw　her　still　sitting　there；　gazing　after　him；　forlorn；　by　that
  great　stone。　　It　seemed　to　him；　then；　there　was　nowhere　he　could
  go；　nowhere　except　among　the　birds　and　beasts　and　trees；　who　did
  not　mind　even　if　you　were　all　mixed　up　and　horrible　inside。　　He　lay
  down　in　the　grass　on　the　bank。　　He　could　see　the　tiny　trout　moving
  round　and　round　the　stones；　swallows　came　all　about　him；　flying
  very　low；　a　hornet；　too；　bore　him　company　for　a　little。　　But　he
  could　take　interest　in　nothing；　it　was　as　if　his　spirit　were　in
  prison。　　It　would　have　been　nice；　indeed；　to　be　that　water；　never
  staying；　passing；　passing；　or　wind；　touching　everything；　never
  caught。　　To　be　able　to　do　nothing　without　hurting　someonethat　was
  what　was　so　ghastly。　　If　only　one　were　like　a　flower；　that　just
  sprang　up　and　lived　its　life　all　to　itself；　and　died。　　But　whatever
  he　did；　or　said　now；　would　be　like　telling　lies；　or　else　being
  cruel。　　The　only　thing　was　to　keep　away　from　people。　　And　yet　how
  keep　away　from　his　own　guests？
  He　went　back　to　the　house　for　lunch；　but　both　those　guests　were
  out；　no　one　seemed　quite　to　know　where。　　Restless；　unhappy；
  puzzled；　he　wandered　round　and　about　all　the　afternoon。　　Just
  before　dinner　he　was　told　of　Mrs。　Stormer's　not　being　well；　and
  that　they　would　be　leaving　to…morrow。　　Goingafter　three　days！
  That　plunged　him　deeper　into　his　strange　and　sorrowful　confusion。
  He　was　reduced　now　to　a　complete　brooding　silence。　　He　knew　he　was
  attracting　attention；　but　could　not　help　it。　　Several　times　during
  dinner　he　caught　Gordy's　eyes　fixed　on　him；　from　under　those　puffy
  half…closed　lids；　with　asphyxiated　speculation。　　But　he　simply
  COULD　not　talkeverything　that　came　into　his　mind　to　say　seemed
  false。　　Ah！　it　was　a　sad　eveningwith　its　glimmeri