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hungry, portentous behind his great beard, or else assailed ier in quiet corners and empty passages with deep, myserious murmurs from behind, which, notwithstanding their Iear import, sounded horribly insane somehow. The contrast of Heyst's quiet, polished manner gave her fecial delight and filled her with admiration. She had iver seen anything like that before. If she had, perhaps, own kindness in her life, she had never met the forms simple courtesy. She was interested by it as by a very /el experience, not very intelligible, but distinctly pleasble.

I tell you they are too many for me," she repeated, letimes recklessly, but more often shaking her head with nous dejection.

he had, of course, no money at all. The quantities of ck men" all about frightened her. She really had no u'te idea where she was on the surface of the globe. orchestra was generally taken from the steamer to some , and kept shut up there till it was time to go on board ler steamer. She could not remember the names she

ow do you call this place again?" she used to ask

urabaya," he would say distinctly, and would watch jcouragement at the outlandish sound coming into her vhich were fastened on his face. could not defend himself from compassion. He sug

that she might go to the consul, but it was his cons that dictated this advice, not his conviction. She had beard of the animal or of its uses. A consul! What

Who was he? What could he do? And when she

that perhaps he could be induced to send her home, d dropped on her breast.

it am I to do when I get there?" she murmured with nation so just, with an accent so penetrating—the >f her voice did not fail her even in whispering— yst seemed to see the illusion of human fellowship

vanish before the naked truth of her existence, and em both face to face in a moral desert as arid as the sands of Sahara, without restful shade, without refreshing water.

She leaned slightly over the little table, the same little table at which they had sat when they first met each other; and with no other memories but of the stones in the streets her childhood had known, in the distress of the incoherent, confused, rudimentary impressions of her travels inspiring her with a vague terror of the world, she said rapidly, as one speaks in desperation:

"You do something] You are a gentleman. It wasn't I who spoke to you first, was it? I didn't begin, did I? It was you who came along and spoke to me when I was standing over there. What did you want to speak to me for? I don't care what it is, but you must do something."

Her attitude was fierce and entreating at the same time —clamorous, in fact, though her voice had hardly risen above a breath. It was clamorous enough to be noticed. Heyst, on purpose, laughed aloud. She nearly choked with indignation at this brutal heartlessness.

"What did you mean, then, by saying 'command me'?" she almost hissed.

Something hard in his mirthless stare, and a quiet final "All right," steadied her.

"I am not rich enough to buy you out," he went on, speaking with an extraordinary detached grin, "even if it were to be done; but I can always steal you."

She looked at him profoundly, as though these words had a hidden and very complicated meaning.

"Get away now," he said rapidly, "and try to smile as you go."

She obeyed with unexpected readiness; and as she had a set of very good white teeth, the effect of the mechanical, ordered smile was joyous, radiant. It astonished Heyst. No wonder, it flashed through his mind, women can deceive men so completely. The faculty was inherent in them; they seemed to be created with a special aptitude. Here was a smile the origin of which was well known to him; and yet it had conveyed a sensation of warmth, had given him a sort of ardour to live which was very new to his experience.

By this time she was gone from the table, and had joined the other ladies of the orchestra." They trooped towards the platform, driven in truculently by the haughty mate of Zangiacomo, who looked as though she were restraining herself with difficulty from punching their backs. Zangialomo followed, with his great, pendulous dyed beard and tort mess-jacket, with an aspect of hang-dog concentraion imparted by his drooping head and the uneasiness of is eyes, which were set very close together. He climbed ie steps last of all, turned about, displaying his purple ;ard to the hall, and tapped with his bow. Heyst winced anticipation of the horrible racket. It burst out immedi;]y unabashed and awful. At the end of the platform the iman at the piano, presenting her cruel profile, her head ed back, banged the keys without looking at the music. Ffeyst could not stand the uproar for more than a minute. went out, his brain racked by the rhythm of some more less Hungarian dance music. The forests inhabited by New Guinea cannibals where he had encountered the t exciting of his earlier futile adventures were silent. And adventure, not in its execution, perhaps, but in its re, required even more nerve than anything he had i before. Walking among the paper lanterns suspended ;es he remembered with regret the gloom and the dead ess of the forests at the back of Geelvink Bay, perhaps vildest, the unsafest, the most deadly spot on earth which the sea can be seen. Oppressed by his thoughts, jght the obscurity and peace of his bedroom; but they not complete. The distant sounds of the concert 3d his ear, faint indeed but still disturbing. Neither ; feel very safe in there; for that sentiment depends extraneous circumstances but on our inward convicie did not attempt to go to sleep; he did not even on the top button of his tunic. He sat in a chair and Formerly, in solitude and in silence, he had been ) think clearly and sometimes even profoundly, seeoutside the flattering optical delusion of everlasting >f conventional self-deceptions, of an ever-expected ;ss. But now he was troubled; a light veil seemed ; before his mental vision; the awakening of a tenderness, indistinct and confused as yet, towards an unknown woman.

Gradually silence, a real silence, had established itself round him. The concert was over; the audience had gone; the "concert-hall" was dark; and even the Pavilion, where the ladies' orchestra slept after its noisy labours, showed not a gleam of light. Heyst suddenly felt restless in all his limbs. As this reaction from the long immobility would not be denied, he humoured it by passing quietly along the back verandah and out into the grounds at the side of the house, into the black shadows under the trees, where the extinguished paper lanterns were gently swinging their globes like withered fruit.

He paced there to and fro for a long time, a calm, meditative ghost in his white drill suit, revolving in his head thoughts absolutely novel, disquieting, and seductive; accustoming his mind to the contemplation of his purpose, in order that by being faced steadily it should appear praiseworthy and wise. For the use of reason is to justify the obscure desires that move our conduct, impulses, passions, prejudices and follies, and also our fears.

He felt that he had engaged himself by a rash promise to an action big with incalculable consequences. And then he asked himself if the girl had understood what he meant. Who could tell? He was assailed by all sorts of doubts. Raising his head, he perceived something white flitting between the trees. It vanished almost at once; but there could be no mistake. He was vexed at being detected roaming like this in the middle of the night. Who could that be? It never occurred to him that perhaps the girl, too, would not be able to sleep. He advanced prudently. Then he saw the white, phantom-like apparition again; and next moment all his doubts as to the state of her mind were laid at rest, because he felt her clinging to him after the manner of supplicants all the world over. Her whispers were so incoherent that he could not understand anything; but this did not prevent him from being profoundly moved. He had no illusions about her; but his sceptical mind was dominated by the fulness of his heart.

"Calm yourself, calm yourself," he murmured in her ear, .. returning her clasp at first mechanically, and afterward with a growing appreciation of her distressed humanity. I The heaving of her breast and the trembling of all her limbs, in the closeness of his embrace, seemed to enter his body, to infect his very heart. While she was growing quieter in his arms, he was becoming more agitated, as if there were only a fixed quantity of violent emotion on this earth. The very night seemed more dumb, more still, and the immobility of the vague, black shapes surrounding him more perfect.

"It will be all right," he tried to reassure her, with a tone of conviction, speaking into her ear, and of necessity clasping her more closely than before.

Either the words or the action had a very good effect. He leard a light sigh of relief. She spoke with a calmed ardour. "Oh, I knew it would be all right from the first time you loke to mel Yes, indeed, I knew directly you came up to e that evening. I knew it would be all right, if you only red to make it so; but of course I could not tell if you ;ant it. 'Command me,' you said. Funny thing for a man 3 you to say. Did you really mean it? You weren't making 1 of me?" ie protested that he had been a serious person all his

I believe you," she said ardently. He was touched by declaration. "It's the way you have of speaking as if were amused with people," she went on. "But I wasn't ived. I could see you were angry with that beast of a an. And you are clever. You spotted something at once. ;aw it in my face, eh? It isn't a bad face—say? You'll

be sorry. Listen—I'm not twenty yet. It's the truth, can't be so bad looking, or else—I will tell you straight have been worried and pestered by fellows like this . I don't know what comes to them—"

was speaking hurriedly. She choked, and then ex1, with an accent of despair: at is it? What's the matter?"

t had removed his arms from her suddenly, and had a little. "Is it my fault? I didn't even look at them,

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