as　to　note　the　leathery　look　of　the　skin　of　his　cheek　and　neck。
  And　she　thought：　〃I　pray　that　he　will　die！　　It　is　wicked；　but　I
  pray　that　he　will　die！〃　　Then；　quietly；　that　he　might　not　hear；　she
  mounted　to　her　bedroom。　　The　door　into　his　dressing…room　was　open；
  and　she　went　to　shut　it。　　He　was　standing　there　at　the　window。
  〃Ah！　　You're　in！　　Been　anywhere？〃
  〃To　the　National　Gallery。〃
  It　was　the　first　direct　lie　she　had　ever　told　him；　and　she　was
  surprised　to　feel　neither　shame　nor　fear；　but　rather　a　sense　of
  pleasure　at　defeating　him。　　He　was　the　enemy；　all　the　more　the
  enemy　because　she　was　still　fighting　against　herself；　and；　so
  strangely；　in　his　behalf。
  〃Alone？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  〃Rather　boring；　wasn't　it？　　I　should　have　thought　you'd　have　got
  young　Lennan　to　take　you　there。〃
  〃Why？〃
  By　instinct　she　had　seized　on　the　boldest　answer；　and　there　was
  nothing　to　be　told　from　her　face。　　If　he　were　her　superior　in
  strength；　he　was　her　inferior　in　quickness。
  He　lowered　his　eyes；　and　said：
  〃His　line；　isn't　it？〃
  With　a　shrug　she　turned　away　and　shut　the　door。　　She　sat　down　on
  the　edge　of　her　bed；　very　still。　　In　that　little　passage　of　wits
  she　had　won；　she　could　win　in　many　such；　but　the　full　hideousness
  of　things　had　come　to　her。　　Lies！　lies！　　That　was　to　be　her　life！
  That；　or　to　say　farewell　to　all　she　now　cared　for；　to　cause　despair
  not　only　in　herself；　but　in　her　lover；　andfor　what？　　In　order
  that　her　body　might　remain　at　the　disposal　of　that　man　in　the　next
  roomher　spirit　having　flown　from　him　for　ever。　　Such　were　the
  alternatives；　unless　those　words：　〃Then　come　to　me；〃　were　to　be
  more　than　words。　　Were　they？　　Could　they　be？　　They　would　mean　such
  happiness　ifif　his　love　for　her　were　more　than　a　summer　love？
  And　hers　for　him？　　Was　itwere　theymore　than　summer　loves？　　How
  know？　　And；　without　knowing；　how　give　such　pain　to　everyone？　　How
  break　a　vow　she　had　thought　herself　quite　above　breaking？　　How　make
  such　a　desperate　departure　from　all　the　traditions　and　beliefs　in
  which　she　had　been　brought　up！　　But　in　the　very　nature　of　passion
  is　that　which　resents　the　intrusion　of　hard　and　fast　decisions。　。　。　。
  And　suddenly　she　thought：　If　our　love　cannot　stay　what　it　is；
  and　if　I　cannot　yet　go　to　him　for　always；　is　there　not　still
  another　way？
  She　got　up　and　began　to　dress　for　dinner。　　Standing　before　her
  glass　she　was　surprised　to　see　that　her　face　showed　no　signs　of　the
  fears　and　doubts　that　were　now　her　comrades。　　Was　it　because；
  whatever　happened；　she　loved　and　was　beloved！　　She　wondered　how　she
  had　looked　when　he　kissed　her　so　passionately；　had　she　shown　her
  joy　before　she　checked　him？
  In　her　garden　by　the　river　were　certain　flowers　that；　for　all　her
  care；　would　grow　rank　and　of　the　wrong　colourwanting　a　different
  soil。　　Was　she；　then；　like　those　flowers　of　hers？　　Ah！　　Let　her　but
  have　her　true　soil；　and　she　would　grow　straight　and　true　enough！
  Then　in　the　doorway　she　saw　her　husband。　　She　had　never；　till　to…
  day；　quite　hated　him；　but　now　she　did；　with　a　real　blind　horrible
  feeling。　　What　did　he　want　of　her　standing　there　with　those　eyes
  fixed　on　herthose　forceful　eyes；　touched　with　blood；　that　seemed
  at　once　to　threaten；　covet；　and　beseech！　　She　drew　her　wrapper
  close　round　her　shoulders。　　At　that　he　came　up　and　said：
  〃Look　at　me；　Olive！〃
  Against　instinct　and　will　she　obeyed；　and　he　went　on：
  〃Be　careful！　　I　say；　be　careful！〃
  Then　he　took　her　by　the　shoulders；　and　raised　her　up　to　him。　　And；
  quite　unnerved；　she　stood　without　resisting。
  〃I　want　you；〃　he　said；　〃I　mean　to　keep　you。〃
  Then；　suddenly　letting　her　go；　he　covered　his　eyes　with　his　hands。
  That　frightened　her　mostit　was　so　unlike　him。　　Not　till　now　had
  she　understood　between　what　terrifying　forces　she　was　balancing。
  She　did　not　speak；　but　her　face　grew　white。　　From　behind　those
  hands　he　uttered　a　sound；　not　quite　like　a　human　noise；　turned
  sharply；　and　went　out。　　She　dropped　back　into　the　chair　before　her
  mirror；　overcome　by　the　most　singular　feeling　she　had　ever　known；
  as　if　she　had　lost　everything；　even　her　love　for　Lennan；　and　her
  longing　for　his　love。　　What　was　it　all　worth；　what　was　anything
  worth　in　a　world　like　this？　　All　was　loathsome；　herself　loathsome！
  All　was　a　void！　　Hateful；　hateful；　hateful！　　It　was　like　having　no
  heart　at　all！　　And　that　same　evening；　when　her　husband　had　gone
  down　to　the　House；　she　wrote　to　Lennan：
  〃Our　love　must　never　turn　to　earthiness　as　it　might　have　this
  afternoon。　　Everything　is　black　and　hopeless。　　HE　suspects。　　For
  you　to　come　here　is　impossible；　and　too　dreadful　for　us　both。　　And
  I　have　no　right　to　ask　you　to　be　furtive；　I　can't　bear　to　think　of
  you　like　that；　and　I　can't　bear　it　myself。　　I　don't　know　what　to　do
  or　say。　　Don't　try　to　see　me　yet。　　I　must　have　time；　I　must　think。〃
  XIII
  Colonel　Ercott　was　not　a　racing　man；　but　he　had　in　common　with
  others　of　his　countrymen　a　religious　feeling　in　the　matter　of　the
  Derby。　　His　remembrances　of　it　went　back　to　early　youth；　for　he　had
  been　born　and　brought　up　almost　within　sound　of　the　coaching…road
  to　Epsom。　　Every　Derby　and　Oaks　day　he　had　gone　out　on　his　pony　to
  watch　the　passing　of　the　tall　hats　and　feathers　of　the　great；　and
  the　pot…hats　and　feathers　of　the　lowly；　and　afterwards；　in　the
  fields　at　home；　had　ridden　races　with　old　Lindsay；　finishing
  between　a　cow　that　judged　and　a　clump　of　bulrushes　representing　the
  Grand　Stand。
  But　for　one　reason　or　another　he　had　never　seen　the　great　race；　and
  the　notion　that　it　was　his　duty　to　see　it　had　now　come　to　him。　　He
  proposed　this　to　Mrs。　Ercott　with　some　diffidence。　　She　read　so
  many　bookshe　did　not　quite　know　whether　she　would　approve。
  Finding　that　she　did；　he　added　casually：
  〃And　we　might　take　Olive。〃
  Mrs。　Ercott　answered　dryly：
  〃You　know　the　House　of　Commons　has　a　holiday？〃
  The　Colonel　murmured：
  〃Oh！　I　don't　want　that　chap！〃
  〃Perhaps；〃　said　Mrs。　Ercott；　〃you　would　like　Mark　Lennan。〃
  The　Colonel　looked　at　her　most　dubiously。　　Dolly　could　talk　of　it
  as　a　tragedy；　and　aa　grand　passion；　and　yet　make　a　suggestion
  like　that！　　Then　his　wrinkles　began　slowly　to　come　alive；　and　he
  gave　her　waist　a　squeeze。
  Mrs。　Ercott　did　not　resist　that　treatment。
  〃Take　Olive　alone；〃　she　said。　　〃I　don't　really　care　to　go。〃
  When　the　Colonel　went　to　fetch　his　niece　he　found　her　ready；　and
  very　half…heartedly　he　asked　for　Cramier。　　It　appeared　she　had　not
  told　him。
  Relieved；　yet　somewhat　disconcerted；　he　murmured：
  〃He　won't　mind　not　going；　I　suppose？〃
  〃If　he　went；　I　should　not。〃
  At　this　quiet　answer　the　Colonel　was　beset　again　by　all　his　fears。
  He　put　his　white　'topper'　down；　and　took　her　hand。
  〃My　dear；〃　he　said；　〃I　don't　want　to　intrude　upon　your　feelings；
  butbut　is　there　anything　I　can　do？　　It's　dreadful　to　see　things
  going　unhappily　with　you！〃　　He　felt　his　hand　being　lifted；　her　face
  pressed　against　it；　and；　suffering　acutely；　with　his　other　hand；
  cased　in　a　bright　new　glove；　he　smoothed　her　arm。　　〃We'll　have　a
  jolly　good　day；　sweetheart；〃　he　said；　〃and　forget　all　about　it。〃
  She　gave　the　hand　a　kiss　and　turned　away。　　And　the　Colonel　vowed　to
  himself　that　she　should　not　be　unhappylovely　creature　that　she
  was；　so　delicate；　and　straight；　and　fine　in　her　pearly　frock。　　And
  he　pulled　himself　together；　brushing　his　white　'topper'　vigorously
  with　his　sleeve；　forgetting　that　this　kind　of　hat　has　no　nap。
  And　so　he　was　tenderness　itself　on　the　journey　down；　satisfying　all
  her　wants　before　she　had　them；　telling　her　stories　of　Indian　life；
  and　consulting　her　carefully　as　to　which　horse　they　should　back。
  There　was　the　Duke's；　of　course；　but　there　was　another　animal　that
  appealed　to　him　greatly。　　His　friend　Tabor　had　given　him　the　tip
  Tabor；　who　had　the　best　Arabs　in　all　Indiaand　at　a　nice　price。　　A
  man　who　practically　never　gambled；　the　Colonel　liked　to　feel　that
  his　fancy　would　bring　him　in　something　really　substantialif　it
  won；　the　idea　that　it　could　lose　not　really　troubling　him。
  However；　they　would　see　it　in　the　paddock；　and　judge　for
  themselves。　　The　paddock　was　the　place；　away　from　all　the　dust　and
  racketOlive　would　enjoy　the　paddock！　　Once　on　the　course；　they
  neglected　the　first　race；　it　was　more　important；　the　Colonel
  thought；　that　they　should　lunch。　　He　wanted　to　see　more　colour　in
  her　cheeks；　wanted　to　see　her　laugh。　　He　had　an　invitation　to　his
  old　regiment's　drag；　where　the　champagne　was　sure　to　be　good。　　And
  he　was　so　proud　of　herwould　not　have　missed　those　young　fellows'
  admiration　of　her　for　the　world；　though　to　take　a　lady　amongst　them
  was；　in　fact；　against　the　rules。　　It　was　not；　then；　till　the　second
  race　was　due　to　start　that　they　made　their　way　into　the　paddock。
  Here　the　Derby　horses　were　being　led　solemnly；　attended　each　by　a
  little　posse　of　persons；　looking　up　their　legs　and　down　their　ribs
  to　see　whether　they　were　worthy　of　support；　together　with　a　few　who
  liked　to　see　a　whole　horse　at　a　time。　　Presently　they　found　the
  animal　which　had　been　recommended　to　the　Colonel。　　It　was　a
  chestnut；　with　a　starred　forehead；　parading　in　a　far　corner。　　The
  Colonel；　who　really　loved　a　horse；　was　deep　in　admiration。　　He
  liked　its　head　and　he　liked　its　hocks；　a