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by pointing to some merit or defect of which the common reader would be totally insensible! Now she spoke less frequently on such subjects. Her interests were becoming more personal; she liked to hear details of the success of popular authors⁠—about their wives or husbands, as the case might be, their arrangements with publishers, their methods of work. The gossip columns of literary papers⁠—and of some that were not literary⁠—had an attraction for her. She talked of questions such as international copyright, was anxious to get an insight into the practical conduct of journals and magazines, liked to know who “read” for the publishing-houses. To an impartial observer it might have appeared that her intellect was growing more active and mature.

More than half an hour passed. It was not a pleasant train of thought that now occupied her. Her lips were drawn together, her brows were slightly wrinkled; the self-control which at other times was agreeably expressed upon her features had become rather too cold and decided. At one moment it seemed to her that she heard a sound in the bedroom⁠—the doors were purposely left ajar⁠—and her head turned quickly to listen, the look in her eyes instantaneously softening; but all remained quiet. The street would have been silent but for a cab that now and then passed⁠—the swing of a hansom or the roll of a four-wheeler⁠—and within the buildings nothing whatever was audible.

Yes, a footstep, briskly mounting the stone stairs. Not like that of the postman. A visitor, perhaps, to the other flat on the topmost landing. But the final pause was in this direction, and then came a sharp rat-tat at the door. Amy rose immediately and went to open.

Jasper Milvain raised his urban silk hat, then held out his hand with the greeting of frank friendship. His inquiries were in so loud a voice that Amy checked him with a forbidding gesture.

“You’ll wake Willie!”

“By Jove! I always forget,” he exclaimed in subdued tones. “Does the infant flourish?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Reardon out? I got back on Saturday evening, but couldn’t come round before this.” It was Monday. “How close it is in here! I suppose the roof gets so heated during the day. Glorious weather in the country! And I’ve no end of things to tell you. He won’t be long, I suppose?”

“I think not.”

He left his hat and stick in the passage, came into the study, and glanced about as if he expected to see some change since he was last here, three weeks ago.

“So you have been enjoying yourself?” said Amy as, after listening for a moment at the door, she took a seat.

“Oh, a little freshening of the faculties. But whose acquaintance do you think I have made?”

“Down there?”

“Yes. Your uncle Alfred and his daughter were staying at John Yule’s, and I saw something of them. I was invited to the house.”

“Did you speak of us?”

“To Miss Yule only. I happened to meet her on a walk, and in a blundering way I mentioned Reardon’s name. But of course it didn’t matter in the least. She inquired about you with a good deal of interest⁠—asked if you were as beautiful as you promised to be years ago.”

Amy laughed.

“Doesn’t that proceed from your fertile invention, Mr. Milvain?”

“Not a bit of it! By the by, what would be your natural question concerning her? Do you think she gave promise of good looks?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say that she did. She had a good face, but⁠—rather plain.”

“I see.” Jasper threw back his head and seemed to contemplate an object in memory. “Well, I shouldn’t wonder if most people called her a trifle plain even now; and yet⁠—no, that’s hardly possible, after all. She has no colour. Wears her hair short.”

“Short?”

“Oh, I don’t mean the smooth, boyish hair with a parting⁠—not the kind of hair that would be lank if it grew long. Curly all over. Looks uncommonly well, I assure you. She has a capital head. Odd girl; very odd girl! Quiet, thoughtful⁠—not very happy, I’m afraid. Seems to think with dread of a return to books.”

“Indeed! But I had understood that she was a reader.”

“Reading enough for six people, probably. Perhaps her health is not very robust. Oh, I knew her by sight quite well⁠—had seen her at the Reading-room. She’s the kind of girl that gets into one’s head, you know⁠—suggestive; much more in her than comes out until one knows her very well.”

“Well, I should hope so,” remarked Amy, with a peculiar smile.

“But that’s by no means a matter of course. They didn’t invite me to come and see them in London.”

“I suppose Marian mentioned your acquaintance with this branch of the family?”

“I think not. At all events, she promised me she wouldn’t.”

Amy looked at him inquiringly, in a puzzled way.

“She promised you?”

“Voluntarily. We got rather sympathetic. Your uncle⁠—Alfred, I mean⁠—is a remarkable man; but I think he regarded me as a youth of no particular importance. Well, how do things go?”

Amy shook her head.

“No progress?”

“None whatever. He can’t work; I begin to be afraid that he is really ill. He must go away before the fine weather is over. Do persuade him tonight! I wish you could have had a holiday with him.”

“Out of the question now, I’m sorry to say. I must work savagely. But can’t you all manage a fortnight somewhere⁠—Hastings, Eastbourne?”

“It would be simply rash. One goes on saying, ‘What does a pound or two matter?’⁠—but it begins at length to matter a great deal.”

“I know, confound it all! Think how it would amuse some rich grocer’s son who pitches his half-sovereign to the waiter when he has dined himself into good humour! But I tell you what it is: you must really try to influence him towards practicality. Don’t you think⁠—?”

He paused, and Amy sat looking at her hands.

“I have made an attempt,” she said at length, in a distant undertone.

“You really have?”

Jasper leaned forward, his clasped hands hanging between his knees. He was scrutinising her face, and Amy, conscious of

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