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I am so glad. I suppose I oughtn't to say it, but he is such a clever, such an agreeable, creature. But you know the Wattons, don't you, Lady Maxwell?" Marcella was busying herself with Hallin's tea. "I know Edward Watton," she said, turning her beautiful clear look on Letty. "He is a real friend of mine." "Oh! but Harding is much the cleverer," said Letty.

How full I was of it! the Church that was to be the people reflecting their life, their differences governed by them growing with them. You wouldn't join it, Aldous our poor little Association!" Aldous's strong lip quivered. "Let me think of something I did join in," he said. Hallin's look shone on him with a wonderful affection. "Was there anything else you didn't help in? I don't remember it.

"Well, I think she looks tired," said Hallin, with a little attempt at a smile, but turning away. Everybody felt a certain tension, a certain danger, even in the simplest words, and Miss Hallin's call to supper was very welcome. The frugal meal went gaily.

He moved restlessly, and sighed. "I should not," he said to himself; "I should not it was wrong. The dying are tyrannous." He even began a word of sweet apology. But she shook her head. "Don't!" she said, struggling with herself; "don't say that! It would do me good to speak to you " An exquisite smile dawned on Hallin's face. "Then!" he said "confess!"

But the mother, under no spell herself, and of keen, cool wit, resented the intellectual confusion, the lowering of standards involved. "I suppose so," said Marcella, stupidly, in answer to Hallin's question, fidgeting the papers under her hand. Then his curious confessor's gift, his quiet questioning look with its sensitive human interest to all before him, told upon her.

If so, it had been unwelcome, for since the day of Hallin's funeral she and Aldous had been more complete strangers than before. Lady Winterbourne, Betty, Frank Leven, had written since her father's death; but from him, nothing. By the way, Frank Leven had succeeded at Christmas, by old Sir Charles Leven's unexpected death, to the baronetcy and estates.

'Nothing too much, my good friend!" Aldous looked down upon the speaker with an anxiety quite untouched by Hallin's "chaff." "Miss Hallin tells me," he persisted, "that you are wearing yourself out with this lecturing campaign, that you don't sleep, and that she is more unhappy about you than she has been for months. Why not give it up now, rest, and begin again in the winter?"

Hallin's astonishment almost swept away his weariness. "Where in the world did she get it all from, and is she standing on her head or am I?"

She began to recall all that she had heard of young Hallin's position in the Labour movement; his personal magnetism and prestige; his power as a speaker. Her Socialist friends, she remembered, thought him in the way a force, but a dangerous one.

For the rich, emotional nature had, as we have seen, "suffered conviction," had turned in the broad sense to "religion," was more and more sensitive, especially since Hallin's death, to the spiritual things and symbols in the world. At Naples she had haunted churches; had read, as her mother knew, many religious books. Now Mrs. Boyce in these matters had a curious history.

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