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〃Hasn't she cried yet； Pat？〃
〃Not yet。 We're waiting for it； sir。 We're afraid her mind will give way。 At least； Molly is。 I don't think so。 She's a queer young ladyas queer as she looksthough at first you'd never think it。 She's always looking different。 I never seen so many persons in one。〃
〃Can't Molly MAKE her cry？by talking about him？〃
〃She's tried； sir。 It wasn't no use。 Why； Miss Dorothy talks about him just as if he was still here。〃 Pat wiped the sweat from his forehead。 〃I've been in many a house of mourning； but never through such a strain as this。 Somehow I feel as if I'd never before been round where there was anyone that'd lost somebody they REALLY cared about。 Weeping and moaning don't amount to much beside what she's doing。〃
Norman stayed round for an hour or more； then rushed away distracted。 He drank like a madman drank himself into a daze； and so got a few hours of a kind of sleep。 He was looking haggard and wild now； and everyone avoided him； though in fact there was not the least danger of an outburst of temper。 His sisterJosephinethe officeseveral clients telephoned for him。 To all he sent the same refusalthat he was too ill to see anyone。 Not until the third day after the funeral did Dorothy telephone for him。
He took an ice…cold bath； got himself together as well as he could； and reached the house in Jersey City about half past three in the afternoon。 She came gliding into the room like a ghost； trailing a black negligee that made the whiteness of her skin startling。 Her eye… lids were heavy and dark； but unreddened。 She gazed at him with calm； clear melancholy； and his heart throbbed and ached for her。 She seated herself； clasped her hands loosely in her lap； and said：
〃I've sent for you so that I could settle things up。〃
〃Your father's affairs？ Can't I do it better？〃
〃He had arranged everything。 There are only the papershis notesand he wrote out the addresses of the men they were to be sent to。 No； I mean settle things up with you。〃
〃You mustn't bother about that；〃 said he。 〃Besides； there's nothing to settle。〃
〃I shan't pretend I'm going to try to pay you back；〃 she went on； as if he had not spoken。 〃I never could do it。 But you will get part at least by selling this furniture and the things at the laboratory。〃
〃Dorothyplease；〃 he implored。 〃Don't you understand you're to stay on here； just the same？ What sort of man do you think I am？ I did this for you； and you know it。〃
〃But I did it for my father；〃 replied she； 〃and he's gone。〃 She was resting her melancholy gaze upon him。 〃I couldn't take anything from you。 You didn't think I was that kind？〃
He was silent。
〃I cared nothing about the scandalwhat people saidso long as I was doing it for him。 。 。 。 I'd have done ANYTHING for him。 Sometimes I thought you were going to compel me to do things I'd have hated to do。 I hope I wronged you； but I feared you meant that。〃 She sat thinking several minutes； sighed wearily。 〃It's all over now。 It doesn't matter。 I needn't bother about it any more。〃
〃Dorothy； let's not talk of these things now；〃 said Norman。 〃There's no hurry。 I want you to wait until you are calm and have thought everything over。 Then I'm sure you'll see that you ought to stay on。〃
〃How could I？〃 she asked wonderingly。
〃Why not？ Am I demanding anything of you？ You know I'm notand that I never shall。〃
〃But there's no reason on earth why YOU should support ME。 I can work。 Why shouldn't I？ And if I didn't； if I stayed on here； what sort of woman would I be？〃
He was unable to find an answer。 He was trying not to see a look in her faceor was it in her soul； revealed through her eyes？a look that made him think for the first time of a resemblance between her and her father。
〃You see yourself I've got to go。 Any money I could earn wouldn't more than pay for a room and board somewhere。〃
〃You can let me advance you money while you〃 He hesitated； had an idea which he welcomed eagerly 〃while you study for the stage。 Yes； that's the sensible thing。 You can learn to act。 Then you will be able to make a decent living。〃
She slowly shook her head。 〃I've no talent for it and no liking。 No； Mr。 Norman； I must go back to workand right away。〃
〃But at least wait until you've looked into the stage business；〃 he urged。 〃You may find that you like it and that you have talent for it。〃
〃I can't take any more from you；〃 she said。
〃You think I am not to be trusted。 I'm not going to say now how I feel toward you。 But I can honestly say one thing。 Now that you are all alone and unprotected； you needn't have the least fear of me。〃
She smiled faintly。 〃I see you don't believe me。 Well； it doesn't matter。 I've seen Mr。 Tetlow and he has given me a place at twelve a week in his office。〃
Norman sank back in his chair。 〃He is in for himself now？〃
〃No。 He's head clerk for Pitchley & Culver。〃
〃Culver！〃 exclaimed Norman。 〃I don't want you to go into Culver's office。 He's a scoundrel。〃
Again Dorothy smiled faintly。 Norman colored。 〃I know he stands wellas well as I do。 But I can't trust you with him。 That sounds ridiculous butit's true。〃
〃I think I can trust myself；〃 she said quietly。 Her grave regard fixed his。 〃Don't you？〃 she asked。
His eyes lowered。 〃Yes；〃 he replied。 〃Butwhy shouldn't you come back with us？ I'll see that you get a much better position than Culver's giving you。〃
Over her face crept one of those mysterious transformations that made her so bafflingly fascinating to him。 Behind that worldly…wise； satirical mask was she mocking at him？ All she said was： 〃I couldn't work there。 I've settled it with Mr。 Tetlow。 I go to work to…morrow。〃
〃To…morrow！〃 he cried； starting up。
〃And I've found a place to live。 Pat and Molly； will take care of things for you here。〃
〃Dorothy！ You don't MEAN this？ You're not going to break off？〃
〃I shan't see you againexcept as we may meet by accident。〃
〃Do you realize what you're saying means to me？〃 he cried。 〃Don't you know how I love you？〃 He advanced toward her。 She stood and waited passively； looking at him。 〃Dorothymy lovedo you want to kill me？〃
〃When are you to be married？〃 she asked quietly。
〃You are playing with me！〃 he cried。 〃You are tormenting me。 What have I ever done that you should treat me this way？〃 He caught her unresisting hands and kissed them。 〃Dearmy deardon't you care for me at all？〃
〃No；〃 she said placidly。 〃I've always told you so。〃
He seized her in his arms； kissed her with a frenzy that was savage； ferocious。 〃You will drive me mad。 You HAVE driven me mad！〃 he muttered。 And he added； unconscious that he was speaking his thoughts； so distracted was he： 〃You MUST love meyou MUST！ No woman has ever resisted me。 You cannot。〃
She drew herself away from him； stood before him like snow； like ice。 〃One thing I have never told you。 I'll tell you now；〃 she said deliberately。 〃I despise you。〃
He fell back a step and the chill of her coldness seemed to be freezing the blood in his veins。
〃I've always despised you；〃 she went on； and he shivered before that contemptuous wordit seemed only the more contemptuous for her calmness。 〃Sometimes I've despised you thoroughlyagain only a littlebut always that feeling。〃
For a moment he thought she had at last stung his pride into the semblance of haughtiness。 He was able to look at her with mocking eyes and to say； 〃I congratulate you on your cleverness in concealing your feelings。〃
〃It wasn't my cleverness；〃 she said wearily。 〃It was your blindness。 I never deceived you。〃
〃No； you never have；〃 he replied sincerely。 〃Perhaps I deserve to be despised。 Again； perhaps if you knew the worldthe one I live inbetter； you'd think less harshly of me。〃
〃I don't think harshly of you。 How could I after all you did for my father？〃
〃Dorothy； if you'll stay here and study for the stageor anything you chooseI promise you I'll never speak of my feeling for youor show it in any wayunless you yourself give me leave。〃
She smiled with childlike pathos。 〃You ought not to tempt me。 Do you want me to keep on despising you？ Can't you ever be fair with me？〃
The sad； frank gentleness of the appeal swung his unhinged mind to the other extremefrom the savagery of passion to a frenzy of remorse。 〃Fair to YOU？ No；〃 he cried； 〃because I love you。 Oh； I'm ashamed bitterly ashamed。 I'm capable of any baseness to get you。 You're right。 You can't trust me。 In going you're saving me from myself。〃 He hesitated； stared wildly； appalled at the words that were fighting for utterancethe words about marriageabout marrying her！ He said hoarsely： 〃I am madmad！ I don't know what I'm saying。 Good…by For God's sake； don't think the worst of me； Dorothy。 Good…by。 I WILL be a man againI will！〃
And he wrung her hand and； talking incoherently； he rushed from the room and from the house。
XII
HE went straight home and sought his sister。 She had that moment come in from tea after a matinee。 She talked about the playhow badly it was acted and about the women she had seen at teahow badly dressed they were。 〃It's hard to say which is the more dreadfulthe ugly； misshapen human