Mr。　Treffry　took　it　in　his　forgers。
  〃Rum　little　toad！　　Cost　a　pot　of　money；　I　expect！〃　　He　eyed　Harz
  doubtfully。
  They　went　into　the　next　room　now；　and　Herr　Paul；　taking　Greta's
  bandage；　transferred　it　to　his　own　eyes。
  〃Take　caretake　care；　all！〃　he　cried；　〃I　am　a　devil　of　a　catcher；〃
  and；　feeling　the　air　cautiously；　he　moved　forward　like　a　bear　about
  to　hug。　　He　caught　no　one。　　Christian　and　Greta　whisked　under　his
  arms　and　left　him　grasping　at　the　air。　　Mrs。　Decie　slipped　past　with
  astonishing　agility。　　Mr。　Treffry；　smoking　his　cigar；　and　barricaded
  in　a　corner；　jeered：　〃Bravo；　Paul！　　The　active　beggar！　　Can't　he　run！
  Go　it；　Greta！〃
  At　last　Herr　Paul　caught　Cousin　Teresa；　who；　fattened　against　the
  wall；　lost　her　head；　and　stood　uttering　tiny　shrieks。
  Suddenly　Mrs。　Decie　started　playing　The　Blue　Danube。　　Herr　Paul
  dropped　the　handkerchief；　twisted　his　moustache　up　fiercely；　glared
  round　the　room；　and　seizing　Greta　by　the　waist；　began　dancing
  furiously；　bobbing　up　and　down　like　a　cork　in　lumpy　water。　　Cousin
  Teresa　followed　suit　with　Miss　Naylor；　both　very　solemn；　and　dancing
  quite　different　steps。　　Harz；　went　up　to　Christian。
  〃I　can't　dance；〃　he　said；　〃that　is；　I　have　only　danced　once；　butif
  you　would　try　with　me！〃
  She　put　her　hand　on　his　arm；　and　they　began。　　She　danced；　light　as　a
  feather；　eyes　shining；　feet　flying；　her　body　bent　a　little　forward。
  It　was　not　a　great　success　at　first；　but　as　soon　as　the　time　had　got
  into　Harz's　feet；　they　went　swinging　on　when　all　the　rest　had
  stopped。　　Sometimes　one　couple　or　another　slipped　through　the　window
  to　dance　on　the　veranda；　and　came　whirling　in　again。　　The　lamplight
  glowed　on　the　girls'　white　dresses；　on　Herr　Paul's　perspiring　face。
  He　constituted　in　himself　a　perfect　orgy；　and　when　the　music　stopped
  flung　himself；　full　length；　on　the　sofa　gasping　out：
  〃My　God！　　But；　my　God！〃
  Suddenly　Christian　felt　Harz　cling　to　her　arm。
  Glowing　and　panting　she　looked　at　him。
  〃Giddy！〃　he　murmured：　〃I　dance　so　badly；　but　I'll　soon　learn。〃
  Greta　clapped　her　hands：　〃Every　evening　we　will　dance；　every　evening
  we　will　dance。〃
  Harz　looked　at　Christian；　the　colour　had　deepened　in　her　face。
  〃I'll　show　you　how　they　dance　in　my　village；　feet　upon　the　ceiling！〃
  And　running　to　Dawney；　he　said：
  〃Hold　me　here！　　Lift　meso！　　Now；　ontwo；〃　he　tried　to　swing　his
  feet　above　his　head；　but；　with　an　〃Ouch！〃　from　Dawney；　they
  collapsed；　and　sat　abruptly　on　the　floor。　　This　untimely　event
  brought　the　evening　to　an　end。　　Dawney　left；　escorting　Cousin　Teresa；
  and　Harz　strode　home　humming　The　Blue　Danube；　still　feeling
  Christian's　waist　against　his　arm。
  In　their　room　the　two　girls　sat　long　at　the　window　to　cool　themselves
  before　undressing。
  〃Ah！〃　sighed　Greta；　〃this　is　the　happiest　birthday　I　have　had。〃
  Cristian　too　thought：　'I　have　never　been　so　happy　in　my　life　as　I
  have　been　to…day。　　I　should　like　every　day　to　be　like　this！'　　And　she
  leant　out　into　the　night；　to　let　the　air　cool　her　cheeks。
  〃Chris！〃　said　Greta　some　days　after　this；　〃Miss　Naylor　danced　last
  evening；　I　think　she　shall　have　a　headache　to…day。　　There　is　my
  French　and　my　history　this　morning。〃
  〃Well；　I　can　take　them。〃
  〃That　is　nice；　then　we　can　talk。　　I　am　sorry　about　the　headache。　　I
  shall　give　her　some　of　my　Eau　de　Cologne。〃
  Miss　Naylor's　headaches　after　dancing　were　things　on　which　to
  calculate。　　The　girls　carried　their　books　into　the　arbour；　it　was　a
  showery　day；　and　they　had　to　run　for　shelter　through　the　raindrops
  and　sunlight。
  〃The　French　first；　Chris！〃　　Greta　liked　her　French；　in　which　she　was
  not　far　inferior　to　Christian；　the　lesson　therefore　proceeded　in　an
  admirable　fashion。　　After　one　hour　exactly　by　her　watch
  （Mr。　Treffry's　birthday　present　loved　and　admired　at　least　once　every
  hour）　Greta　rose。
  〃Chris；　I　have　not　fed　my　rabbits。〃
  〃Be　quick！　there's　not　much　time　for　history。〃
  Greta　vanished。　　Christian　watched　the　bright　water　dripping　from　the
  roof；　her　lips　were　parted　in　a　smile。　　She　was　thinking　of　something
  Harz　had　said　the　night　before。　　A　discussion　having　been　started　as
  to　whether　average　opinion　did；　or　did　not；　safeguard　Society；　Harz；
  after　sitting　silent；　had　burst　out：　〃I　think　one　man　in　earnest　is
  better　than　twenty　half…hearted　men　who　follow　tamely；　in　the　end　he
  does　Society　most　good。〃
  Dawney　had　answered：　〃If　you　had　your　way　there　would　be　no　Society。〃
  〃I　hate　Society　because　it　lives　upon　the　weak。〃
  〃Bah！〃　Herr　Paul　chimed　in；　〃the　weak　goes　to　the　wall；　that　is　as
  certain　as　that　you　and　I　are　here。〃
  〃Let　them　fall　against　the　wall；〃　cried　Harz；　〃don't　push　them
  there。。。。〃
  Greta　reappeared；　walking　pensively　in　the　rain。
  〃Bino；〃　she　said；　sighing；　〃has　eaten　too　much。　　I　remember　now；　I
  did　feed　them　before。　　Must　we　do　the　history；　Chris？〃
  〃Of　course！〃
  Greta　opened　her　book；　and　put　a　finger　in　the　page。　　〃Herr　Harz　is
  very　kind　to　me；〃　she　said。　　〃Yesterday　he　brought　a　bird　which　had。
  come　into　his　studio　with　a　hurt　wing；　he　brought　it　very　gently　in
  his　handkerchiefhe　is　very　kind；　the　bird　was　not　even　frightened
  of　him。　　You　did　not　know　about　that；　Chris？〃
  Chris　flushed　a　little；　and　said　in　a　hurt　voice
  〃I　don't　see　what　it　has　todo　with　me。〃
  〃No；〃　assented　Greta。
  Christian's　colour　deepened。　　〃Go　on　with　your　history；　Greta。〃
  〃Only；〃　pursued　Greta；　〃that　he　always　tells　you　all　about　things；
  Chris。〃
  〃He　doesn't！　How　can　you　say　that！〃
  〃I　think　he　does；　and　it　is　because　you　do　not　make　him　angry。　　It　is
  very　easy　to　make　him　angry；　you　have　only　to　think　differently；　and
  he　shall　be　angry　at　once。〃
  〃You　are　a　little　cat！〃　said　Christian；　〃it　isn't　true；　at　all。　　He
  hates　shams；　and　can't　bear　meanness；　and　it　is　mean　to　cover　up
  dislikes　and　pretend　that　you　agree　with　people。〃
  〃Papa　says　that　he　thinks　too　much　about　himself。〃
  〃Father！〃　began　Christian　hotly；　biting　her　lips　she　stopped；　and
  turned　her　wrathful　eyes　on　Greta。
  〃You　do　not　always　show　your　dislikes；　Chris。〃
  〃I？　　What　has　that　to　do　with　it？　　Because　one　is　a　coward　that
  doesn't　make　it　any　better；　does　it？〃
  〃I　think　that　he　has　a　great　many　dislikes；〃　murmured　Greta。
  〃I　wish　you　would　attend　to　your　own　faults；　and　not　pry　into　other
  people's；〃　and　pushing　the　book　aside；　Christian　gazed　in　front　of
  her。
  Some　minutes　passed；　then　Greta　leaning　over；　rubbed　a　cheek　against
  her　shoulder。
  〃I　am　very　sorry；　ChrisI　only　wanted　to　be　talking。　　Shall　I　read
  some　history？〃
  〃Yes；〃　said　Christian　coldly。
  〃Are　you　angry　with　me；　Chris？〃
  There　was　no　answer。　　The　lingering　raindrops　pattered　down　on　the
  roof。　　Greta　pulled　at　her　sister's　sleeve。
  〃Look；　Chris！〃　she　said。　　〃There　is　Herr　Harz！〃
  Christian　looked　up；　dropped　her　eyes　again；　and　said：　〃Will　you　go
  on　with　the　history；　Greta？〃
  Greta　sighed。
  〃Yes；　I　willbut；　oh！　Chris；　there　is　the　luncheon　gong！〃　and　she
  meekly　closed　the　book。
  During　the　following　weeks　there　was　a　〃sitting〃　nearly　every
  afternoon。　　Miss　Naylor　usually　attended　them；　the　little　lady　was；
  to　a　certain　extent；　carried　past　objection。　　She　had　begun　to　take
  an　interest　in　the　picture；　and　to　watch　the　process　out　of　the
  corner　of　her　eye；　in　the　depths　of　her　dear　mind；　however；　she　never
  quite　got　used　to　the　vanity　and　waste　of　time；　her　lips　would　move
  and　her　knitting…needles　click　in　suppressed　remonstrances。
  What　Harz　did　fast　he　did　best；　if　he　had　leisure　he　〃saw　too　much；〃
  loving　his　work　so　passionately　that　he　could　never　tell　exactly　when
  to　stop。　　He　hated　to　lay　things　aside；　always　thinking：　〃I　can　get
  it　better。〃　　Greta　was　finished；　but　with　Christian；　try　as　he　would；
  he　was　not　satisfied；　from　day　to　day　her　face　seemed　to　him　to
  change；　as　if　her　soul　were　growing。
  There　were　things　too　in　her　eyes　that　he　could　neither　read　nor
  reproduce。
  Dawney　would　often　stroll　out　to　them　after　his　daily　visit；　and
  lying　on　the　grass；　his　arms　crossed　behind　his　head；　and　a　big　cigar
  between　his　lips；　would　gently　banter　everybody。　　Tea　came　at　five
  o'clock；　and　then　Mrs。　Decie　appeared　armed　with　a　magazine　or　novel；
  for　she　was　proud　of　her　literary　knowledge。　　The　sitting　was
  suspended；　Harz；　with　a　cigarette；　would　move　between　the　table　and
  the　picture；　drinking　his　tea；　putting　a　touch　in　here　and　there；　he
  never　sat　down　till　it　was　all　over　for　the　day。　　During　these
  〃rests〃　there　was　talk；　usually　ending　in　discussion。　　Mrs。　Decie　was
  happiest　in　conversations　of　a　literary　order；　making　frequent　use　of
  such　expressions　as：　〃After　all；　it　produces　an　illusiondoes
  anything　else　matter？〃　　〃Rather　a　poseur；　is　he　not？〃　　〃A　question；
  that；　of　temperament；〃　or　〃A　matter　of　the　definition　of　words〃；　and
  other　charming　generali