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uld not endure it。 It seemed to her that she had written what was positively bad； calculated to mislead and to awaken bitterness； not in the least likely to mend matters。 The fact was she had written it in a moment of passion and against her conscience； and she regretted it now with far more compunction than she felt for anything she had written in former times in the 〃Idol…Breaker。〃 Then； though indirectly and sometimes directly attacking Christianity； she had written conscientiously； now for the first time she felt that she had dishonored her pen。 She went down into the very deepest depths。
The midday post brought her a letter from her stiff old editor； who understood her better； and thought more of her than she dreamed。 It informed her that another member of the staff had returned from his holiday； and if she pleased she could be exempted from writing for a fortnight。 As usual Mr。 Bircham 〃begged to remain hers faithfully。〃
She hardly knew whether to regard this as a relief or as a punishment。 With a sigh she opened a second letter； it was from Charles Osmond； in reply to a despairing note which she had sent off just before her Saturday interview with Mr。 Fane…Smith。
It was one of his short； characteristic letters。
〃Dear Erica； 'It all comes in the day's work；' as the man said when the lion ate him！ You should have a letter； but I'm up to the eyes in parish maters。 All I can say is pray for that charity which covers the multitude of sins； and then I think you'll find the Greyshot folk become more bearable。 So you have met Donovan at last。 I am right glad！ Your father and I had a long walk together yesterday； he seems very well。 Yours ever； C。 O。〃
This made her smile； and she opened a third letter which ran as follows：
〃My dear Miss Raeburn； I should have called on you last Saturday； but was not well enough to come in to Greyshot。 My husband told me all about your help and your kindness to our Waif。 I know you will be glad to hear that he is going on well； he is much more to us all than an ordinary favorite； some day you shall hear his story。 I am writing now to ask； sans ceremonie； if you will come and spend a few days with us。 It will be a great pleasure to us if you will say yes。 My husband will be in Greyshot on Monday afternoon； and will call for your answer； please come if you can。 Yours very sincerely； Gladys Farrant。〃
Erica showed this letter to her aunt； and of course there was nothing to prevent her going； indeed； Mrs。 Fane…Smith was really rather relieved； for she thought a few days' absence might make things more comfortable for Erica； and； besides； Rose's illness made the days dull for her。
It was about four o'clock when Donovan Farrant arrived。 Erica felt as though she were meeting an old friend when she went into the drawing room； and found him standing on the hearth rug。
〃You have had my wife's note？〃 he asked； taking her hand。
〃Yes；〃 she replied。
〃And you will come？〃
〃If you will have me。〃
〃That's right； we had set our hearts on it。 You are looking very tired。 I hope Saturday did not upset you？〃
〃No；〃 said Erica。 〃But there have been a good many worries； and I have not yet learned the art of taking life quietly。〃
〃You are overdone； you want a rest；〃 said Donovan； whose keen and practiced observation had at once noticed her delicate physique and peculiar temperament。 〃You are a poet； you see； and as a wise man once remarked： 'The poetic temperament is one of singular irritability of nerve。'〃
Erica laughed。
〃I am no poet！〃
〃Not a writer of verses； but a poet in the sense of a maker； an artist。 As a reader of the 'Daily Review；' you must allow me to judge。 Brian once showed me one of your articles； and I always recognize them now by the style。〃
〃I don't deserve the name of artist one bit；〃 said Erica； coloring。 〃I would give all I have to destroy my article of today。 You have not seen that； or you would not have given me such a name。
〃Yes； I have seen it； I read it this morning at breakfast； and made up my mind that you wrote it on Friday evening； after Lady Caroline's dinner。 I can understand that you hate the thing now。 One gets a sharp lesson every now and then； and it lasts one a life time。〃
Erica signed。。 He resumed。
〃Well！ Are you coming to Oakdene with me？〃
〃Did you mean now at once today？〃
〃If you will。〃
〃Oh； I should so like to！〃 she cried。 〃But will Mrs。 Farrant be expecting me？〃
〃She will be hoping for you； and that is better。〃
Erica was noted for the speed with which she could pack a portmanteau； and it could not have been more than ten minutes before she was ready。 Mrs。 Fane…Smith wished her goodbye with a sort of affectionate relief； then Donovan helped her into the pony carriage； and drove briskly off through the Greyshot streets。
〃That is the place where I first heard your father；〃 he said； indicating with his whip the town Hall。 〃It must be sixteen years ago； I was quite a young fellow。〃
〃Sixteen years！ Did you hear him so long ago as that？〃 said Erica； thoughtfully。 〃Why； that must have been about the time of the great Stockborough trial。〃
〃It was； I remember reference being made to it； and how it stirred me up to think of Mr。 Raeburn's gallant defense of freedom； and all that it was costing him。 How well I remember； too； riding home that night along this very road； with the thoughts of the good of the race； the love of humanity； touched into life for the first time。 When a selfish cynic first catches a glimpse of an honest man toiling for what he believes the good of humanity； it is a wonderful moment for him！ Mr。 Raeburn was about the only man living that I believed in。 You can understand that I owe him an immense debt of gratitude。〃
〃That is what you referred to in the House last year！〃 said Erica。 〃How curiously lives are linked together！ Words spoken by my father years ago set thoughts working in you you make a speech and refer to them。 I read a report of your speech in a time of chaotic wretchedness； and it comes like an answer to a prayer！〃
Another bond between us；〃 said Donovan。
After that they were silent； they had left the high road and were driving along winding country lanes； catching glimpses every now and then of golden corn fields still unreaped； or of fields just beginning to be dotted with sheaves； where the men were at work。 It was a late harvest that year； but a good one。 Presently they passed the tiny little village church which nestled under the brow of the hill； and then came a steep ascent； which made Donovan spring out of the pony chaise。 Erica's words had awakened a long train of thought； had carried him back to the far past； and had brought him fresh proof of that wonderful unity of Nature which； though often little dreamed of； binds man to man。 He gave the ponies a rest half way up the hill； and； stretching up into the high hedge； gathered a beautiful spray of red…berried briony for Erica。
〃Do you remember that grand thought which Shakespeare puts into the mouth of Henry V。〃
〃'There is some soul of goodness in things evil。'
'Tis wonderful to look back in life and trace it out。〃
He spoke rather abruptly； but Erica's thoughts had been following much the same bent； and she understood him。
〃Trust is easy on such a day as this and in such a place；〃 she said； looking down to the beautiful valley and up to the green； encircling hills。
Donovan smiled； and touched up the ponies。
It seemed to Erica that they had turned their backs on bigotry； and annoyance； and care of every description； and were driving right into a land of rest。 Presently they turned in at some iron gates； and drove down a long approach； bordered with fir trees。 At the end of this stood the manor； a solid； comfortable； well…built country house； its rather plain exterior veiled with ivy and creepers。 Donovan led her into the hall； where stately old high…backed chairs and a suit or two of old armor were intermixed with modern appliances； fishing tackle； a lawn…tennis box； and a sprinkling of toys； which indicated that there were children in the house。
This fact was speedily indicated in another way； for there came a rush and a scamper overhead； and a boy of five or six years old ran down the broad oak staircase。
〃Oh； father！ May I ride round to the stables on Speedwell？〃 he cried； in a desperate hurry to attract his father's attention away from the servant and the portmanteau； then； catching sight of Erica； he checked himself； and held out his hand with a sort of shy courtesy。 He was exactly what Donovan must have been as a child； as far as looks went。
〃To the stables； Ralph？〃 replied his father； looking round。 〃Yes； if you like。 Put on your hat though。 Where's your mother？〃
〃In the garden with Mr。 Cunningham； he came a few minutes ago； and he's got such a horse； father！ A real beauty just like cocoa。〃
〃A roan；〃 said Donovan； laughing； then； as Ralph disappeared through the open door； he turned to the servant。
〃Is it Mr。 Cunningham of Blachingbury？〃
〃No； sir； Mr。 Leslie Cunningham。〃
Erica listened； not without interest； for she knew that Leslie Cunningham was the recently elected member for East Mountshire； the eldest son of