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james vane looked into his sisters face with tenderness。 〃i want you to e out with me for a walk； sibyl。 i dont suppose i shall ever see this horrid london again。 i am sure i dont want to。〃
〃my son； dont say such dreadful things；〃 murmured mrs。 vane； taking up a tawdry theatrical dress； with a sigh； and beginning to patch it。 she felt a little disappointed that he had not joined the group。 it would have increased the theatrical picturesqueness of the situation。
〃why not； mother？ i mean it。〃
〃you pain me； my son。 i trust you will return from australia in a position of affluence。 i believe there is no society of any kind in the colonies nothing that i would call societyso when you have made your fortune； you must e back and assert yourself in london。〃
〃society！〃 muttered the lad。 〃i dont want to know anything about that。 i should like to make some money to take you and sibyl off the stage。 i hate it。〃
〃oh； jim！〃 said sibyl； laughing； 〃how unkind of you！ but are you really going for a walk with me？ that will be nice！ i was afraid you were going to say good…bye to some of your friends to tom hardy； who gave you that hideous pipe； or ned langton； who makes fun of you for smoking it。 it is very sweet of you to let me have your last afternoon。 where shall we go？ let us go to the park。〃
〃i am too shabby；〃 he answered； frowning。 〃only swell people go to the park。〃
〃nonsense； jim；〃 she whispered； stroking the sleeve of his coat。
he hesitated for a moment。 〃very well；〃 he said at last； 〃but dont be too long dressing。〃 she danced out of the door。 one could hear her singing as she ran upstairs。 her little feet pattered overhead。
he walked up and down the room two or three times。 then he turned to the still figure in the chair。 〃mother； are my things ready？〃 he asked。
〃quite ready； james；〃 she answered； keeping her eyes on her work。 for some months past she had felt ill at ease when she was alone with this rough stern son of hers。 her shallow secret nature was troubled when their eyes met。 she used to wonder if he suspected anything。 the silence； for he made no other observation； became intolerable to her。 she began to plain。 women defend themselves by attacking； just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders。 〃i hope you will be contented； james； with your sea…faring life；〃 she said。 〃you must remember that it is your own choice。 you might have entered a solicitors office。 solicitors are a very respectable class； and in the country often dine with the best families。〃
〃i hate offices； and i hate clerks；〃 he replied。 〃but you are quite right。 i have chosen my own life。 all i say is； watch over sibyl。 dont let her e to any harm。 mother； you must watch over her。〃
〃james； you really talk very strangely。 of course i watch over sibyl。〃
〃i hear a gentleman es every night to the theatre and goes behind to talk to her。 is that right？ what about that？〃
〃you are speaking about things you dont understand； james。 in the profession we are accustomed to receive a great deal of most gratifying attention。 i myself used to receive many bouquets at one time。 that was when acting was really understood。 as for sibyl； i do not know at present whether her attachment is serious or not。 but there is no doubt that the young man in question is a perfect gentleman。 he is always most polite to me。 besides； he has the appearance of being rich； and the flowers he sends are lovely。〃
〃you dont know his name； though；〃 said the lad harshly。
〃no；〃 answered his mother with a placid expression in her face。 〃he has not yet revealed his real name。 i think it is quite romantic of him。 he is probably a member of the aristocracy。〃
james vane bit his lip。 〃watch over sibyl； mother；〃 he cried； 〃watch over her。〃
〃my son； you distress me very much。 sibyl is always under my special care。 of course； if this gentleman is wealthy； there is no reason why she should not contract an alliance with him。 i trust he is one of the aristocracy。 he has all the appearance of it； i must say。 it might be a most brilliant marriage for sibyl。 they would make a charming couple。 his good looks are really quite remarkable； everybody notices them。〃
the lad muttered something to himself and drummed on the window…pane with his coarse fingers。 he had just turned round to say something when the door opened and sibyl ran in。
〃how serious you both are！〃 she cried。 〃what is the matter？〃
〃nothing；〃 he answered。 〃i suppose one must be serious sometimes。 good…bye； mother； i will have my dinner at five oclock。 everything is packed； except my shirts； so you need not trouble。〃
〃good…bye； my son；〃 she answered with a bow of strained stateliness。
she was extremely annoyed at the tone he had adopted with her； and there was something in his look that had made her feel afraid。
〃kiss me； mother；〃 said the girl。 her flowerlike lips touched the withered cheek and warmed its frost。
〃my child！ my child！〃 cried mrs。 vane； looking up to the ceiling in search of an imaginary gallery。
〃e； sibyl；〃 said her brother impatiently。 he hated his mothers affectations。
they went out into the flickering； wind…blown sunlight and strolled down the dreary euston road。 the passersby glanced in wonder at the sullen heavy youth who； in coarse； ill…fitting clothes； was in the pany of such a graceful； refined…looking girl。 he was like a mon gardener walking with a rose。
jim frowned from time to time when he caught the inquisitive glance of some stranger。 he had that dislike of being stared at； which es on geniuses late in life and never leaves the monplace。 sibyl； however； was quite unconscious of the effect she was producing。 her love was trembling in laughter on her lips。 she was thinking of prince charming； and； that she might think of him all the more； she did not talk of him； but prattled on about the ship in which jim was going to sail； about the gold he was certain to find； about the wonderful heiress whose life he was to save from the wicked； red…shirted bushrangers。 for he was not to remain a sailor； or a supercargo； or whatever he was going to be。 oh； no！ a sailors existence was dreadful。 fancy being cooped up in a horrid ship； with the hoarse； hump…backed waves trying to get in； and a black wind blowing the masts down and tearing the sails into long screaming ribands！ he was to leave the vessel at melbourne； bid a polite good…bye to the captain； and go off at once to the gold…fields。 before a week was over he was to e across a large nugget of pure gold； the largest nugget that had ever been discovered； and bring it down to the coast in a waggon guarded by six mounted policemen。 the bushrangers were to attack them three times； and be defeated with immense slaughter。 or； no。 he was not to go to the gold…fields at all。 they were horrid places； where men got intoxicated； and shot each other in bar…rooms； and used bad language。 he was to be a nice sheep…farmer； and one evening； as he was riding home； he was to see the beautiful heiress being carried off by a robber on a black horse； and give chase； and rescue her。 of course； she would fall in love with him； and he with her； and they would get married； and e home； and live in an immense house in london。 yes； there were delightful things in store for him。 but he must be very good； and not lose his temper； or spend his money foolishly。 she was only a year older than he was； but she knew so much more of life。 he must be sure； also； to write to her by every mail； and to say his prayers each night before he went to sleep。 god was very good； and would watch over him。 she would pray for him； too； and in a few years he would e back quite rich and happy。
the lad listened sulkily to her and made no answer。 he was heart…sick at leaving home。
yet it was not this alone that made him gloomy and morose。 inexperienced though he was； he had still a strong sense of the danger of sibyls position。 this young dandy who was making love to her could mean her no good。 he was a gentleman； and he hated him for that； hated him through some curious race…instinct for which he could not account； and which for that reason was all the more dominant within him。 he was conscious also of the shallowness and vanity of his mothers nature； and in that saw infinite peril for sibyl and sibyls happiness。 children begin by loving their parents； as they grow older they judge them； sometimes they forgive them。
his mother！ he had something on his mind to ask of her； something that he had brooded on for many months of silence。 a chance phrase that he had heard at the theatre； a whispered sneer that had reached his ears one night as he waited at the stage…door； had set loose a train of horrible thoughts。 he remembered it as if it had been the lash of a hunting…crop across his face。 his brows knit together into a wedgelike furrow； and with a twitch of pain he bit his underlip。
〃you are not listening to a word i am saying； jim；〃 cried sibyl； 〃and i am making the most delightful plans for your future。 do say something。〃
〃what do you want me to say？〃
〃oh！ that you will be a good boy and not forget us；〃 she answered； smiling at him。
he shrugged his shoulders。 〃you are more likely to forget me than i am to forget you； sibyl。〃
she flushed。 〃what do yo