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I should have liked so much to have talked to her. Do you think that she would come and see me, or let me come and see her? We really do want to understand these things, and it seems to me, somehow, that people like Julia Thurnbrein, and all those who really understand, keep away from us wilfully. They won't exchange thoughts. They believe that we are their natural enemies.
I know a great deal, I have read a great deal; I read no more. Miss Julia Thurnbrein, you say. Well, I like the name of Julia. Only, young lady, you would do better to spend a little more time with the roses, and a little less under the roofs of this grey city. Youth, you know, youth is everything. You work best for others by realising the joys of life yourself.
To tell you the truth, I followed Miss Thurnbrein here, and I think she'd have done better to have asked for my escort the escort of the man she's going to marry before she came here alone at this time of night." Mr. Graveling's ill-humour was explained. He was of the order of those to whom the ability to conceal their feelings is not given, and he was obviously in a temper.
You had better get your things on, Miss Thurnbrein. I can see that we have come under the influence of a master spirit." She looked at the pile of letters by her side, but Maraton only shook his head. "We must parody his own phrase and declare that 'Selingman is here!" he said. "Go and put your things on and tell Aaron. We will steal out like conspirators at the back door."
"They forbade me to stay, but I came back. I am Julia Thurnbrein. I have waited so long." Maraton stepped towards her and took her hands. "I am glad," he said. "It is fitting that you should be one of the first to welcome me. You have done a great work, Julia Thurnbrein." "And you," she murmured passionately, still clasping his hands, "you a far greater one!
"I read one in the National Review," Elisabeth continued, "and another in one of the evening papers. I can't tell you, Miss Thurnbrein, how interested I was." Julia turned and looked slowly at her questioner. Her cheeks seemed more pallid than usual, her eyes were full of smouldering fire. "I didn't write to interest people," she said calmly.
"I am at work. I need these figures. I am to speak to-night at Poplar." "Put them away!" Aaron Thurnbrein cried. "Soon you and I will be needed no more. A greater than we have known is here here in London!" The older man looked up, for a moment, as though puzzled. Then a light broke suddenly across his face, a light which seemed somehow to become reflected in the face of the starveling youth.
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