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occurred。 She explained them； good temperedly； and the waiter； with profuse apologies； went back to have it corrected。
He turned to her as the man went。 〃Try and forgive me；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃It all came tumbling out before I thought what I was saying。〃
The blood was flowing back into her veins。 〃Oh； it wasn't your fault；〃 she answered。 〃We must make the best we can of it。〃
He bent forward so that he could see into her eyes。
〃Tell me；〃 he said。 There was a note of fierce exultation in his voice。 〃I'll promise never to speak of it again。 If I had been a free man； could I have won you？〃
She had risen while he was speaking。 She moved to him and laid her hands upon his shoulders。
〃Will you serve me and fight for me against all my enemies？〃 she asked。
〃So long as I live；〃 he answered。
She glanced round。 There was no sign of the returning waiter。 She bent over him and kissed him。
〃Don't come with me；〃 she said。 〃There's a cab stand in the Avenue。 I shall walk to Sevres and take the train。〃
She did not look back。
CHAPTER XII
She reached home in the evening。 The Phillips's old rooms had been twice let since Christmas； but were now again empty。 The McKean with his silent ways and his everlasting pipe had gone to America to superintend the production of one of his plays。 The house gave her the feeling of being haunted。 She had her dinner brought up to her and prepared for a long evening's work； but found herself unable to thinkexcept on the one subject that she wanted to put off thinking about。 To her relief the last post brought her a letter from Arthur。 He had been called to Lisbon to look after a contract； and would be away for a fortnight。 Her father was not as well as he had been。
It seemed to just fit in。 She would run down and spend a few quiet days at Liverpool。 In her old familiar room where the moon peeped in over the tops of the tall pines she would be able to reason things out。 Perhaps her father would be able to help her。 She had lost her childish conception of him as of someone prim and proper； with cut and dried formulas for all occasions。 That glimpse he had shown her of himself had established a fellowship between them。 He； too； had wrestled with life's riddles； not sure of his own answers。 She found him suffering from his old heart trouble； but more cheerful than she had known him for years。 Arthur seemed to be doing wonders with the men。 They were coming to trust him。
〃The difficulty I have always been up against；〃 explained her father； 〃has been their suspicion。 'What's the cunning old rascal up to now？ What's his little game？' That is always what I have felt they were thinking to themselves whenever I have wanted to do anything for them。 It isn't anything he says to them。 It seems to be just he； himself。〃
He sketched out their plans to her。 It seemed to be all going in at one ear and out at the other。 What was the matter with her？ Perhaps she was tired without knowing it。 She would get him to tell her all about it to…morrow。 Also； to…morrow； she would tell him about Phillips； and ask his advice。 It was really quite late。 If he talked any more now； it would give her a headache。 She felt it coming on。
She made her 〃good…night〃 extra affectionate； hoping to disguise her impatience。 She wanted to get up to her own room。
But even that did not help her。 It seemed in some mysterious way to be no longer her room； but the room of someone she had known and half forgotten： who would never come back。 It gave her the same feeling she had experienced on returning to the house in London： that the place was haunted。 The high cheval glass from her mother's dressing…room had been brought there for her use。 The picture of an absurdly small childthe child to whom this room had once belongedstanding before it naked； rose before her eyes。 She had wanted to see herself。 She had thought that only her clothes stood in the way。 If we could but see ourselves； as in some magic mirror？ All the garments usage and education has dressed us up in laid aside。 What was she underneath her artificial niceties； her prim moralities； her laboriously acquired restraints； her unconscious pretences and hypocrisies？ She changed her clothes for a loose robe； and putting out the light drew back the curtains。 The moon peeped in over the top of the tall pines； but it only stared at her； indifferent。 It seemed to be looking for somebody else。
Suddenly； and intensely to her own surprise； she fell into a passionate fit of weeping。 There was no reason for it； and it was altogether so unlike her。 But for quite a while she was unable to control it。 Gradually； and of their own accord； her sobs lessened； and she was able to wipe her eyes and take stock of herself in the long glass。 She wondered for the moment whether it was really her own reflection that she saw there or that of some ghostly image of her mother。 She had so often seen the same look in her mother's eyes。 Evidently the likeness between them was more extensive than she had imagined。 For the first time she became conscious of an emotional； hysterical side to her nature of which she had been unaware。 Perhaps it was just as well that she had discovered it。 She would have to keep a stricter watch upon herself。 This question of her future relationship with Phillips： it would have to be thought out coldly； dispassionately。 Nothing unexpected must be allowed to enter into it。
It was some time before she fell asleep。 The high glass faced her as she lay in bed。 She could not get away from the idea that it was her mother's face that every now and then she saw reflected there。
She woke late the next morning。 Her father had already left for the works。 She was rather glad to have no need of talking。 She would take a long walk into the country； and face the thing squarely with the help of the cheerful sun and the free west wind that was blowing from the sea。 She took the train up north and struck across the hills。 Her spirits rose as she walked。
It was only the intellectual part of him she wantedthe spirit； not the man。 She would be taking nothing away from the woman； nothing that had ever belonged to her。 All the rest of him： his home life； the benefits that would come to her from his improved means； from his social position： all that the woman had ever known or cared for in him would still be hers。 He would still remain to her the kind husband and father。 What more was the woman capable of understanding？ What more had she any right to demand？
It was not of herself she was thinking。 It was for his work's sake that she wanted to be near to him always： that she might counsel him； encourage him。 For this she was prepared to sacrifice herself； give up her woman's claim on life。 They would be friends； comradesnothing more。 That little lurking curiosity of hers； concerning what it would be like to feel his strong arms round her； pressing her closer and closer to him： it was only a foolish fancy。 She could easily laugh that out of herself。 Only bad women had need to be afraid of themselves。 She would keep guard for both of them。 Their purity of motive； their high purpose； would save them from the danger of anything vulgar or ridiculous。
Of course they would have to be careful。 There must be no breath of gossip； no food for evil tongues。 About that she was determined even more for his sake than her own。 It would be fatal to his career。 She was quite in agreement with the popular demand； supposed to be peculiarly English； that a public man's life should be above reproach。 Of what use these prophets without self… control； these social reformers who could not shake the ape out of themselves？ Only the brave could give courage to others。 Only through the pure could God's light shine upon men。
It was vexing his having moved round the corner； into North Street。 Why couldn't the silly woman have been content where she was。 Living under one roof； they could have seen one another as often as was needful without attracting attention。 Now； she supposed； she would have to be more than ever the bosom friend of Mrs。 Phillips spend hours amid that hideous furniture； surrounded by those bilious wallpapers。 Of course he could not come to her。 She hoped he would appreciate the sacrifice she would be making for him。 Fortunately Mrs。 Phillips would give no trouble。 She would not even understand。
What about Hilda？ No hope of hiding their secret from those sharp eyes。 But Hilda would approve。 They could trust Hilda。 The child might prove helpful。
It cast a passing shadow upon her spirits； this necessary descent into details。 It brought with it the suggestion of intrigue； of deceit： robbing the thing； to a certain extent； of its fineness。 Still； what was to be done？ If women were coming into public life these sort of relationships with men would have to be faced and worked out。 Sex must no longer be allowed to interfere with the working together of men and women for common ends。 It was that had kept the world back。 They would be the pioneers of the new order。 Casting aside their earthly passions； humbly with pure hearts they would kneel before God's altar。 He shoul