let light through its holes。 A glass or two of beer； the fumes of which his wounded head no longer dominated； and he at once became 〃dreadful foreign。〃 Unfortunately； it was his custom； on finishing his work； to call at the 〃Green Glory。〃 On this particular afternoon the glass had become three； and in sallying forth he had felt a confused sense of duty urging him to visit the house where this girl for whom he had conceived his strange infatuation 〃carried on her games。〃 The 〃no…tale…bearing〃 tradition of a soldier fought hard with this sense of duty； his feelings were mixed when he rang the bell and asked for Mrs。 Dallison。 Habit； however； masked his face； and he stood before her at 〃attention；〃 his black eyes lowered； clutching his peaked cap。
Blanca noted curiously the scar on the left side of his cropped black head。
Whatever Hughs had to say was not said easily。
〃I've come；〃 he began at last in a dogged voice； 〃to let you know。 I never wanted to come into this house。 I never wanted to see no one。〃
Blanca could see his lips and eyelids quivering in a way strangely out of keeping with his general stolidity。
〃My wife has told you tales of me； I suppose。 She's told you I knock her about； I daresay。 I don't care what she tells you or any o' the people that she works for。 But this I'll say： I never touched her but she touched me first。 Look here！ that's marks of hers！〃 and； drawing up his sleeve he showed a scratch on his sinewy tattooed forearm。 〃I've not come here about her； that's no business of anyone's。〃
Bianca turned towards her pictures。 〃Well？〃 she said； 〃but what have you come about； please？ You see I'm busy。〃
Hughs' face changed。 Its stolidity vanished； the eyes became as quick； passionate； and leaping as a dark torrent。 He was more violently alive than she had ever seen a man。 Had it been a woman she would have feltas Cecilia had felt with Mrs。 Hughsthe indecency； the impudence of this exhibition； but from that male violence the feminine in her derived a certain satisfaction。 So in Spring； when all seems lowering and grey； the hedges and trees suddenly flare out against the purple clouds； their twigs all in flame。 The next moment that white glare is gone； the clouds are no longer purple； fiery light no longer quivers and leaps along the hedgerows。 The passion in Hughs' face was gone as soon。 Bianca felt a sense of disappointment； as though she could have wished her life held a little more of that。 He stole a glance at her out of his dark eyes； which； when narrowed； had a velvety look； like the body of a wild bee； then jerked his thumb at the picture of the little model。
〃It's about her I come to speak。〃
Blanca faced him frigidly。
〃I have not the slightest wish to hear。〃
Hughs looked round； as though to find something that would help him to proceed； his eyes lighted on Hilary's portrait。
〃Ah！ I'd put the two together if I was you；〃 he said。
Blanca walked past him to the door。
〃Either you or I must leave the room。〃
The man's face was neither sullen now nor passionate； but simply miserable。
〃Look here； lady；〃 he said； 〃don't take it hard o' me coming here。 I'm not out to do you a harm。 I've got a wife of my own； and Gawd knows I've enough to put up with from her about this girl。 I'll be going in the water one of these days。 It's him giving her them clothes that set me coming here。〃
Blanca opened the door。 〃Please go；〃 she said。
〃I'll go quiet enough；〃 he muttered； and； hanging his head； walked out。
Having seen him through the side door out into the street； Blanca went back to where she had been standing before he came。 She found some difficulty in swallowing； for once there was no armour on her face。 She stood there a long time without moving； then put the pictures back into their places and went down the little passage to the house。 Listening outside her father's door； she turned the handle quietly and went in。
Mr。 Stone； holding some sheets of paper out before him； was dictating to the little model； who was writing laboriously with her face close above her arm。 She stopped at Blanca's entrance。 Mr。 Stone did not stop； but； holding up his other hand； said：
〃I will take you through the last three pages again。 Follow！〃
Blanca sat down at the window。
Her father's voice； so thin and slow； with each syllable disjointed from the other； rose like monotony itself。
〃'There were tra…cea…able indeed； in those days； certain rudi…men… tary at…tempts to f…u…s…e the classes。。。。'〃
It went on unwavering； neither rising high nor falling low； as though the reader knew he had yet far to go； like a runner that brings great news across mountains； plains； and rivers。
To Blanca that thin voice might have been the customary sighing of the wind； her attention was so fast fixed on the girl； who sat following the words down the pages with her pen's point。
Mr。 Stone paused。
〃Have you got the word 'insane'？〃 he asked。
The little model raised her face。 〃Yes； Mr。 Stone。〃
〃Strike it out。〃
With his eyes fixed on the trees he stood breathing audibly。 The little model moved her fingers； freeing them from cramp。 Blanca's curious； smiling scrutiny never left her； as though trying to fix an indelible image on her mind。 There was something terrifying in that stare； cruel to herself； cruel to the girl。
〃The precise word；〃 said Mr。 Stone； 〃eludes me。 Leave a blank。 Follow！。。。 'Neither that sweet fraternal interest of man in man； nor a curiosity in phenomena merely as phenomena。。。。'〃 His voice pursued its tenuous path through spaces； frozen by the calm eternal presence of his beloved idea； which； like a golden moon； far and cold； presided glamorously above the thin track of words。 And still the girl's pen…point traced his utterance across the pages： Mr。 Stone paused again； and looking at his daughter as though surprised to see her sitting there； asked：
〃Do you wish to speak to me； my dear？〃
Blanca shook her head。
〃Follow！〃 said Mr。 Stone。
But the little model's glance had stolen round to meet the scrutiny fixed on her。
A look passed across her face which seemed to say： 'What have I done to you； that you should stare at me like this？'
Furtive and fascinated； her eyes remained fixed on Bianca； while her hand moved； mechanically ticking the paragraphs。 That silent duel of eyes went onthe woman's fixed； cruel； smiling； the girl's uncertain； resentful。 Neither of them heard a word that Mr。 Stone was reading。 They treated it as； from the beginning； Life has treated Philosophyand to the end will treat it。
Mr。 Stone paused again； seeming to weigh his last sentences。
〃That； I think；〃 he murmured to himself； 〃is true。〃 And suddenly he addressed his daughter。 〃Do you agree with me； my dear？〃
He was evidently waiting with anxiety for her answer； and the little silver hairs that straggled on his lean throat beneath his beard were clearly visible。
〃Yes； Father； I agree。〃
〃Ah！〃 said Mr。 Stone； 〃I am glad that you confirm me。 I was anxious。 Follow！〃
Bianca rose。 Burning spots of colour had settled in her cheeks。 She went towards the door； and the little model pursued her figure with a long look； cringing； mutinous； and wistful。
CHAPTER XX
THE HUSBAND AND THE WIFE
It was past six o'clock when Hilary at length reached home； preceded a little by Miranda； who almost felt within her the desire to eat。 The lilac bushes； not yet in flower； were giving forth spicy fragrance。 The sun still netted their top boughs； as with golden silk； and a blackbird； seated on a low branch of the acacia…tree； was summoning the evening。 Mr。 Stone； accompanied by the little model； dressed in her new clothes； was coming down the path。 They were evidently going for a walk； for Mr。 Stone wore his hat； old and soft and black； with a strong green tinge； and carried a paper parcel； which leaked crumbs of bread at every step。
The girl grew very red。 She held her head down； as though afraid of Hilary's inspection of her new clothes。 At the gate she suddenly looked up。 His face said： 'Yes； you look very nice！' And into her eyes a look leaped such as one may see in dogs' eyes lifted in adoration to their masters' faces。 Manifestly disconcerted； Hilary turned to Mr。 Stone。 The old man was standing very still； a thought had evidently struck him。 〃I have not； I think；〃 he said； 〃given enough consideration to the question whether force is absolutely； or only relatively； evil。 If I saw a man ill…treat a cat； should I be justified in striking him？〃
Accustomed to such divagations； Hilary answered： 〃I don't know whether you would be justifed； but I believe that you would strike him。〃
〃I am not sure；〃 said Mr。 Stone。 〃We are going to feed the birds。〃
The little model took the paper bag。 〃It's all dropping out；〃 she said。 From across the road she turned her head。。。。'Won't you come； too？' she seemed to say。
But Hilary passed rather hastily into the garden and shut the gate behind him。 He sat in his study； with Miranda near him； for fully an hour； without doing anything whatever； sunk in a strange； half… pleasurable torpor。 At this hour he should have been working at his book； and the fact that his idleness did no