verhead to the right. But the way thither is exceedingly devious and not to be revealed to everybody,

d talk of one's finer feelings and regard Michael Angelo's horned Moses, or Trajan's Column (in plaster) rising gigantic out of the hall below and far above the level of the gallery. And her

y converted, the reply after the debate methodical and complete, and it may be there were symptoms of that febrile affection known

" said Mis

e. I believe still in pamphlets. I have thought ..."

id Miss H

There is room, I think, i

r, imagining it. "Yes--th

about the walls of the Social Jericho, blowing their own trumpets and shouting--with such small result beyond i

eydinger. "That wo

s face towards her, and saw unstinted admiration in her eyes. "It would be a gr

could

Lewisham blushed vi

t to do it. Even to fail hopeless

ion. "I think sometimes it is gre

er, and his eyes went back to the Moses. S

plativ

r of people have heard of you

st form a party and .

ll, no doubt, of

't have done that Socialism paper if it hadn't been for you." He turned round and stood

She changed colour a little. "Do I?" she said, standing st

our letters," said Lewisham,

es

riends, aren't we?

t moment she would have given three-quarters of the years she had still to live, to have had eyes and features that could have expressed her. Instea

that this will go on. We're always

help you--I will help you. H

Lewisham, gri

embled and her throat seemed to swell. She snatched her hand back suddenly and turned her face away. Abruptly she walke

going

lling--this totally i

l her handkerchief was put away. Nevertheless he felt vaguely flattered. She controlled herself, d

lad," she

n_ help you. I know I can help you. And th

ing a phrase from what he had intended to say befor

N

he said abruptly, "how little a

swered after a mo

st ally; for hitherto--save for the indiscretion of his mural inscriptions--he had made a secret of his private ambitions. In that now half-for