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Then suddenly a fresh panic seized him; his fingers tightened spasmodically, his eyes ceased to rove about the room and settled on his companion's face. "Can you see it, Loder?" he cried. "I can't the light's in my eyes. Can you see it? Can you see the tube?" He lifted himself higher, an agony of apprehension in his face. Loder pushed him back upon the pillow.
He looked round again in slight curiosity. Loder felt the scrutiny. To create a diversion he looked out along the corridor. "I believe we are waiting for something," he exclaimed. "What's this?" Then quite abruptly be ceased to speak. "Anything interesting?" Eve touched his arm. He said nothing; he made no effort to look round. His thought as well as his speech was suddenly suspended.
"I'm sorry, Owen I didn't mean to be cross. I was talking nonsense of course you must have Miss Loder, I suppose I am jealous of her because she is so clever, and I'm such a little idiot." "I don't want a clever wife, thank you," laughed Owen, little dreaming how his careless words cut into the quivering soul of the girl beside him.
At the word speech Loder turned involuntarily For a fleeting second the coldness of his manner dropped and his face changed. Chilcote, with his nervous quickness of perception, saw the alteration, and a new look crossed his own face. "Why not?" he said, quickly. "You once had ambitions in that direction. Why not renew the ambitions?" "And drop back from the mountains into the gutter?"
The motive of the play debars all seriousness." Loder looked down at the programme still between his hands. "What is the motive?" he asked. Lillian waved her fan once or twice, then closed it softly. "Love is the motive," she said. Now the balancing the adjusting of impression and inspirationis, of all processes in life, the most deli. cately fine.
If I may, I'll have that whiskey that I refused last night." "Why, certainly." Loder rose at once and crossed to a cupboard in the wall. In silence he brought out whiskey, glasses, and a siphon of soda-water. "Say when!" he said, lifting the whiskey. "Now. And I'll have plain water instead of soda, if it's all the same." "Oh, quite." Loder recrossed the room.
In silence they mounted the stairs, but on the first landing Chilcote paused and looked back, surveying Loder from the superior height of two steps. "I did very well at first," he said. "I did very well I almost followed your example, for a week or so. I found myself on a sort of pinnacle and I clung on. But in the last ten days I've I've rather lapsed." "Why?"
Owen, absorbed in his book, did not notice her taciturnity, and though he responded politely to Miss Loder's chatter, it was evident he was not captivated by her undoubted social gifts to the extent of forgetting the purpose of her presence. As for Miss Loder, Toni had guessed her attitude towards Mr. Rose's wife correctly enough.
It must be one o'clock." He pulled out his watch, then walked to the window and stood looking down into the shadowy court. "How quiet you are here!" he said. Then abruptly anew thought struck him and he wheeled back into the room. "Loder," he said, quickly "Loder, I have an idea! While you are me, why shouldn't I be you? Why shouldn't I be John Loder instead of the vagrant we contemplated?
She moved to the fire and stood looking down into it. "Jack," she began, gently, "a really amazing thing has happened to me. I do so want you to throw some light." Loder said nothing. There was a fresh pause while she softly smoothed the silk embroidery that edged her gown. Then once more she looked up at him.
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