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taking and she too." This with a toss of the head.

      "They've let you do anyhow and they haven't done anything for you. I've only to look and see that much. I'll come, and I'll be glad to come, but you must go and be shaved, and you must get some other clothes—those ones aren't fit to be seen."

      "I have heaps somewhere," he said helplessly.

      "I know you have. Tell Mr. Beeton to give you a new suit and I'll brush it and keep it clean. You may be as blind as a barn-door, Mr. Heldar, but it doesn't excuse you looking like a sweep."

      "Do I look like a sweep, then?"

      "Oh, I'm sorry for you. I'm that sorry for you!" she cried impulsively, and took Dick's hands. Mechanically, he lowered his head as if to kiss—she was the only woman who had taken pity on him, and he was not too proud for a little pity now. She stood up to go.

      "Nothing 'o that kind till you look more like a gentleman. It's quite easy when you get shaved, and some clothes."

      He could hear her drawing on her gloves and rose to say good-bye. She passed behind him, kissed him audaciously on the back of the neck, and ran away as swiftly as on the day when she had destroyed the Melancolia.

      "To think of me kissing Mr. Heldar," she said to herself, "after all he's done to me and all! Well, I'm sorry for him, and if he was shaved he wouldn't be so bad to look at, but... Oh them Beetons, how shameful they've treated him! I know Beeton's wearing his shirt on his back today just as well as if I'd aired it. Tomorrow, I'll see... I wonder if he has much of his own. It might be worth more than the bar—I wouldn't have to do any work—and just as respectable as if no one knew."

      Dick was not grateful to Bessie for her parting gift. He was acutely conscious of it in the nape of his neck throughout the night, but it seemed, among very many other things, to enforce the wisdom of getting shaved.

      He was shaved accordingly in the morning, and felt the better for it. A fresh suit of clothes, white linen, and the knowledge that some one in the world said that she took an interest in his personal appearance made him carry himself almost upright; for the brain was relieved for a while from thinking of Maisie, who, under other circumstances, might have given that kiss and a million others.

      "Let us consider," said he, after lunch. "The girl can't care, and it's a toss-up whether she comes again or not, but if money can buy her to look after me she shall be bought. Nobody else in the world would take the trouble, and I can make it worth her while. She's a child of the gutter holding brevet rank as a barmaid; so she shall have everything she wants if she'll only come and talk and look after me." He rubbed his newly shorn chin and began to perplex himself with the thought of her not coming. "I suppose I did look rather a sweep," he went on. "I had no reason to look otherwise. I knew things dropped on my clothes, but it didn't matter. It would be cruel if she didn't come. She must. Maisie came once, and that was enough for her. She was quite right. She had something to work for. This creature has only beer-handles to pull, unless she has deluded some young man into keeping company with her. Fancy being cheated for the sake of a counter-jumper! We're falling pretty low."

      Something cried aloud within him:—This will hurt more than anything that has gone before. It will recall and remind and suggest and tantalise, and in the end drive you mad.

      "I know it, I know it!" Dick cried, clenching his hands despairingly; "but, good heavens! is a poor blind beggar never to get anything out of his life except three meals a day and a greasy waistcoat? I wish she'd come."

      Early in the afternoon time she came, because there was no young man in her life just then, and she thought of material advantages which would allow her to be idle for the rest of her days.

      "I shouldn't have known you," she said approvingly. "You look as you used to look—a gentleman that was proud of himself."

      "Don't you think I deserve another kiss, then?" said Dick, flushing a little.

      "Maybe—but you won't get it yet. Sit down and let's see what I can do for you. I'm certain sure Mr. Beeton cheats you, now that you can't go through the housekeeping books every month. Isn't that true?"

      "You'd better come and housekeep for me then, Bessie."

      "Couldn't do it in these chambers—you know that as well as I do."

      "I know, but we might go somewhere else, if you thought it worth your while."

      "I'd try to look after you, anyhow; but I shouldn't care to have to work for both of us." This was tentative.

      Dick laughed.

      "Do you remember where I used to keep my bank-book?" said he. "Torp took it to be balanced just before he went away. Look and see."

      "It was generally under the tobacco-jar. Ah!"

      "Well?"

      "Oh! Four thousand two hundred and ten pounds nine shillings and a penny! Oh my!"

      "You can have the penny. That's not bad for one year's work. Is that and a hundred and twenty pounds a year good enough?"

      The idleness and the pretty clothes were almost within her reach now, but she must, by being housewifely, show that she deserved them.

      "Yes; but you'd have to move, and if we took an inventory, I think we'd find that Mr. Beeton has been prigging little things out of the rooms here and there. They don't look as full as they used."

      "Never mind, we'll let him have them. The only thing I'm particularly anxious to take away is that picture I used you for—when you used to swear at me. We'll pull out of this place, Bess, and get away as far as ever we can."

      "Oh yes," she said uneasily.

      "I don't know where I can go to get away from myself, but I'll try, and you shall have all the pretty frocks that you care for. You'll like that. Give me that kiss now, Bess. Ye gods! it's good to put one's arm round a woman's waist again."

      Then came the fulfilment of the prophecy within the brain. If his arm were thus round Maisie's waist and a kiss had just been given and taken between them,—why then... He pressed the girl more closely to himself because the pain whipped him. She was wondering how to explain a little accident to the Melancolia. At any rate, if this man really desired the solace of her company—and certainly he would relapse into his original slough if she withdrew it—he would not be more than just a little vexed.

      It would be delightful at least to see what would happen, and by her teachings it was good for a man to stand in certain awe of his companion.

      She laughed nervously, and slipped out of his reach.

      "I shouldn't worrit about that picture if I was you," she began, in the hope of turning his attention.

      "It's at the back of all my canvases somewhere. Find it, Bess; you know it as well as I do."

      "I know—but—"

      "But what? You've wit enough to manage the sale of it to a dealer. Women haggle much better than men. It might be a matter of eight or nine hundred pounds to—to us. I simply didn't like to think about it for a long time. It was mixed up with my life so.—But we'll cover up our tracks and get rid of everything, eh? Make a fresh start from the beginning, Bess."

      Then she began to repent very much indeed, because she knew the value of money. Still, it was probable that the blind man was overestimating the value of his work. Gentlemen, she knew, were absurdly particular about their things. She giggled as a nervous housemaid giggles when she tries to explain the breakage of a pipe.

      "I'm very sorry, but you remember I was—I was angry with you before Mr. Torpenhow went away?"

      "You were very angry, child; and on my word I think you had some right to be."

      "Then I—but aren't you sure Mr. Torpenhow didn't tell you?"

      "Tell me what? Good gracious, what are you making such a fuss about when you might just as well be giving me another kiss?"

      He was beginning to learn, not for the first time in his experience, that kissing is a cumulative

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