and　thinking　him　pathetic。
  After　he　was　gone　that　evening；　she　said：
  〃Ought　we　to　have　Nell　to　stay　with　us　while　you're　finishing　her？
  She　must　be　very　lonely　now　her　father's　so　much　away。〃
  It　was　like　Sylvia　to　think　of　that；　but　would　it　be　pleasure　or
  vexation　to　have　in　the　house　this　child　with　her　quaint　grown…
  upness；　her　confiding　ways；　and　those　'Perdita'　eyes？　　In　truth　he
  did　not　know。
  She　came　to　them　with　touching　alacrityvery　like　a　dog；　who；　left
  at　home　when　the　family　goes　for　a　holiday；　takes　at　once　to　those
  who　make　much　of　it。
  And　she　was　no　trouble；　too　well　accustomed　to　amuse　herself；　and
  always　quaint　to　watch；　with　her　continual　changes　from　child　to
  woman　of　the　world。　　A　new　sensation；　thisof　a　young　creature　in
  the　house。　　Both　he　and　Sylvia　had　wanted　children；　without　luck。
  Twice　illness　had　stood　in　the　way。　　Was　it；　perhaps；　just　that
  little　lack　in　herthat　lack　of　poignancy；　which　had　prevented　her
  from　becoming　a　mother？　　An　only　child　herself；　she　had　no　nieces
  or　nephews；　Cicely's　boys　had　always　been　at　school；　and　now　were
  out　in　the　world。　　Yes；　a　new　sensation；　and　one　in　which　Lennan's
  restless　feelings　seemed　to　merge　and　vanish。
  Outside　the　hours　when　Nell　sat　to　him；　he　purposely　saw　but　little
  of　her；　leaving　her　to　nestle　under　Sylvia's　wing；　and　this　she
  did；　as　if　she　never　wanted　to　come　out。　　Thus　he　preserved　his
  amusement　at　her　quaint　warmths；　and　quainter　calmness；　his
  aesthetic　pleasure　in　watching　her；　whose　strange；　half…hypnotized；
  half…hypnotic　gaze；　had　a　sort　of　dreamy　and　pathetic　lovingness；
  as　if　she　were　brimful　of　affections　that　had　no　outlet。
  Every　morning　after　'sitting'　she　would　stay　an　hour　bent　over　her
  own　drawing；　which　made　practically　no　progress；　and　he　would　often
  catch　her　following　his　movements　with　those　great　eyes　of　hers；
  while　the　sheep…dogs　would　lie　perfectly　still　at　her　feet；
  blinking　horriblysuch　was　her　attraction。　　His　birds　also；　a
  jackdaw　and　an　owl；　who　had　the　run　of　the　studio；　tolerated　her　as
  they　tolerated　no　other　female；　save　the　housekeeper。　　The　jackdaw
  would　perch　on　her　and　peck　her　dress；　but　the　owl　merely　engaged
  her　in　combats　of　mesmeric　gazing；　which　never　ended　in　victory　for
  either。
  Now　that　she　was　with　them；　Oliver　Dromore　began　to　haunt　the
  house；　coming　at　all　hours；　on　very　transparent　excuses。　　She
  behaved　to　him　with　extreme　capriciousness；　sometimes　hardly
  speaking；　sometimes　treating　him　like　a　brother；　and　in　spite　of
  all　his　nonchalance；　the　poor　youth　would　just　sit　glowering；　or
  gazing　out　his　adoration；　according　to　her　mood。
  One　of　these　July　evenings　Lennan　remembered　beyond　all　others。　　He
  had　come；　after　a　hard　day's　work；　out　from　his　studio　into　the
  courtyard　garden　to　smoke　a　cigarette　and　feel　the　sun　on　his　cheek
  before　it　sank　behind　the　wall。　　A　piano…organ　far　away　was
  grinding　out　a　waltz；　and　on　an　hydrangea　tub；　under　the　drawing…
  room　window；　he　sat　down　to　listen。　　Nothing　was　visible　from
  there；　save　just　the　square　patch　of　a　quite　blue　sky；　and　one　soft
  plume　of　smoke　from　his　own　kitchen　chimney；　nothing　audible　save
  that　tune；　and　the　never…ending　street　murmur。　　Twice　birds　flew
  acrossstarlings。　　It　was　very　peaceful；　and　his　thoughts　went
  floating　like　the　smoke　of　his　cigarette；　to　meet　who…knew…what
  other　thoughtsfor　thoughts；　no　doubt；　had　little　swift　lives　of
  their　own；　desired；　found　their　mates；　and；　lightly　blending；　sent
  forth　offspring。　　Why　not？　　All　things　were　possible　in　this
  wonder…house　of　a　world。　　Even　that　waltz　tune；　floating　away；
  would　find　some　melody　to　wed；　and　twine　with；　and　produce　a　fresh
  chord　that　might　float　in　turn　to　catch　the　hum　of　a　gnat　or　fly；
  and　breed　again。　　Queerhow　everything　sought　to　entwine　with
  something　else！　　On　one　of　the　pinkish　blooms　of　the　hydrangea　he
  noted　a　beeof　all　things；　in　this　hidden…away　garden　of　tiles　and
  gravel　and　plants　in　tubs！　　The　little　furry；　lonely　thing　was
  drowsily　clinging　there；　as　if　it　had　forgotten　what　it　had　come
  forseduced；　maybe；　like　himself；　from　labour　by　these　last　rays
  of　the　sun。　　Its　wings；　close…furled；　were　glistening；　its　eyes
  seemed　closed。　　And　the　piano…organ　played　on；　a　tune　of　yearning；
  waiting；　yearning。　。　。　。
  Then；　through　the　window　above　his　head；　he　heard　Oliver　Dromorea
  voice　one　could　always　tell；　pitched　high；　with　its　slight　drawl
  pleading；　very　softly　at　first；　then　insistent；　imperious；　and
  suddenly　Nell's　answering　voice：
  〃I　won't；　Oliver！　　I　won't！　　I　won't！〃
  He　rose　to　go　out　of　earshot。　　Then　a　door　slammed；　and　he　saw　her
  at　the　window　above　him；　her　waist　on　a　level　with　his　head；
  flushed；　with　her　grey　eyes　ominously　bright；　her　full　lips　parted。
  And　he　said：
  〃What　is　it；　Nell？〃
  She　leaned　down　and　caught　his　hand；　her　touch　was　fiery　hot。
  〃He　kissed　me！　　I　won't　let　himI　won't　kiss　him！〃
  Through　his　head　went　a　medley　of　sayings　to　soothe　children　that
  are　hurt；　but　he　felt　unsteady；　unlike　himself。　　And　suddenly　she
  knelt；　and　put　her　hot　forehead　against　his　lips。
  It　was　as　if　she　had　really　been　a　little　child；　wanting　the　place
  kissed　to　make　it　well。
  VII
  After　that　strange　outburst；　Lennan　considered　long　whether　he
  should　speak　to　Oliver。　　But　what　could　he　say；　from　what
  standpoint　say　it；　andwith　that　feeling？　　Or　should　he　speak　to
  Dromore？　　Not　very　easy　to　speak　on　such　a　subject　to　one　off　whose
  turf　all　spiritual　matters　were　so　permanently　warned。　　Nor　somehow
  could　he　bring　himself　to　tell　Sylvia；　it　would　be　like　violating　a
  confidence　to　speak　of　the　child's　outburst　and　that　quivering
  moment；　when　she　had　kneeled　and　put　her　hot　forehead　to　his　lips
  for　comfort。　　Such　a　disclosure　was　for　Nell　herself　to　make；　if
  she　so　wished。
  And　then　young　Oliver　solved　the　difficulty　by　coming　to　the　studio
  himself　next　day。　　He　entered　with　'Dromore'　composure；　very　well
  groomed；　in　a　silk　hat；　a　cut…away　black　coat　and　charming　lemon…
  coloured　gloves；　what；　indeed；　the　youth　did；　besides　belonging　to
  the　Yeomanry　and　hunting　all　the　winter；　seemed　known　only　to
  himself。　　He　made　no　excuse　for　interrupting　Lennan；　and　for　some
  time　sat　silently　smoking　his　cigarette；　and　pulling　the　ears　of
  the　dogs。　　And　Lennan　worked　on；　waiting。　　There　was　always
  something　attractive　to　him　in　this　young　man's　broad；　good…looking
  face；　with　its　crisp　dark　hair；　and　half…insolent　good　humour；　now
  so　clouded。
  At　last　Oliver　got　up；　and　went　over　to　the　unfinished　'Girl　on　the
  Magpie　Horse。'　　Turning　to　it　so　that　his　face　could　not　be　seen；
  he　said：
  〃You　and　Mrs。　Lennan　have　been　awfully　kind　to　me；　I　behaved　rather
  like　a　cad　yesterday。　　I　thought　I'd　better　tell　you。　　I　want　to
  marry　Nell；　you　know。〃
  Lennan　was　glad　that　the　young　man's　face　was　so　religiously
  averted。　　He　let　his　hands　come　to　anchor　on　what　he　was　working　at
  before　he　answered：　〃She's　only　a　child；　Oliver；〃　and　then；
  watching　his　fingers　making　an　inept　movement　with　the　clay；　was
  astonished　at　himself。
  〃She'll　be　eighteen　this　month；〃　he　heard　Oliver　say。　　〃If　she　once
  gets　outamongst　peopleI　don't　know　what　I　shall　do。　　Old
  Johnny's　no　good　to　look　after　her。〃
  The　young　man's　face　was　very　red；　he　was　forgetting　to　hide　it
  now。　　Then　it　went　white；　and　he　said　through　clenched　teeth：　〃She
  sends　me　mad！　　I　don't　know　how　not　to　　If　I　don't　get　her；　I
  shall　shoot　myself。　　I　shall；　you　knowI'm　that　sort。　　It's　her
  eyes。　　They　draw　you　right　out　of　yourselfand　leave　you〃　　And
  from　his　gloved　hand　the　smoked…out　cigarette…end　fell　to　the
  floor。　　〃They　say　her　mother　was　like　that。　　Poor　old　Johnny！
  D'you　think　I've　got　a　chance；　Mr。　Lennan？　　I　don't　mean　now；　this
  minute；　I　know　she's　too　young。〃
  Lennan　forced　himself　to　answer。
  〃I　dare　say；　my　dear　fellow；　I　dare　say。　　Have　you　talked　with　my
  wife？〃
  Oliver　shook　his　head。
  〃She's　so　goodI　don't　think　she'd　quite　understand　my　sort　of
  feeling。〃
  A　queer　little　smile　came　up　on　Lennan's　lips。
  〃Ah；　well！〃　he　said；　〃you　must　give　the　child　time。　　Perhaps　when
  she　comes　back　from　Ireland；　after　the　summer。〃
  The　young　man　answered　moodily：
  〃Yes。　　I've　got　the　run　of　that；　you　know。　　And　I　shan't　be　able　to
  keep　away。〃　　He　took　up　his　hat。　　〃I　suppose　I　oughtn't　to　have
  come　and　bored　you　about　this；　but　Nell　thinks　such　a　lot　of　you；
  and；　you　being　different　to　most　peopleI　thought　you　wouldn't
  mind。〃　　He　turned　again　at　the　door。　　〃It　wasn't　gas　what　I　said
  just　nowabout　not　getting　her。　　Fellows　say　that　sort　of　thing；
  but　I　mean　it。〃
  He　put　on　that　shining　hat　and　went。
  And　Lennan　stood；　staring　at　the　statuette。　　So！　　Passion　broke
  down　even　the　defences　of　Dromoredom。　　Passion！　　Strange　hearts　it
  chose　to　bloom　in！
  'Being　different　to　most　peopleI　thought　you　wouldn't　mind'！　　How
  had　this　youth　known　that　Sylvia　would　not　understand　passion　so
  out　of　hand　as　this？　　And　what　had　made　it　clear　that　he　（Lennan）
  would？　　Was　there；　then；　something　in　his　face？　　There　must　be！
  Even　Johnny　Dromoremost　reticent　of　creatureshad　confided　to
  him　that　one　hour　of　his　astute　existence；　when　the　wind　had　swept
  him　out　to　sea！
  Yes！　　And　th