"Itisonlyherwishifwelivetogether。Shewasplanningitwhenshedied。"
　　"Ican’tfollow——because——toshareyourlife？DidyouknowI
　　calledherelastSundayweek？"
　　"Yes。ButthenIonlyknewhalf。Ithoughtyouweremyfather’sson。"
　　Stephen’sangerandbewildermentwereincreasing。Hestuttered。
　　"What——what’stheoddsifyoudid？"
　　"Ihatedmyfather，"saidRickie。"Ilovedmymother。"Andneverhadthephrasesseemedsodestituteofmeaning。
　　"LastSundayweek，"interruptedStephen，hisvoicesuddenlyrising，"Icametocallonyou。Notasthisorthat’sson。Nottofallonyourneck。Nortolivehere。Nor——damnyourdirtylittlemind！ImeanttosayIdidn’tcomeformoney。Sorry。Sorry。I
　　simplycameasIwas，andIhaven’talteredsince。"
　　"Yes——yetourmother——formeshehasrisenfromthedeadsincethen——IknowIwaswrong——"
　　"AndwheredoIcomein？"Hekickedthehassock。"Ihaven’trisenfromthedead。Ihaven’talteredsincelastSundayweek。I’m——"Hestutteredagain。Hecouldnotquiteexplainwhathewas。"ThemantowardsAndover——afterall，hewashavingprinciples。Butyou’ve—
　　—"Hisvoicebroke。"Imindit——I’m——Idon’talter——blackguardoneweek——liveherethenext——Ikeeptooneortheother——you’vehurtsomethingmostbadlyinmethatIdidn’tknowwasthere。"
　　"Don’tletustalk，"saidRickie。"Itgetsworseeveryminute。
　　Simplysayyouforgiveme;shakehands，andhavedonewithit。"
　　"ThatIwon’t。ThatIcouldn’t。Infact，Idon’tknowwhatyoumean。"
　　ThenRickiebegananewappeal——nottopity，fornowhewasinnomoodtowhimper。Forallitspathos，therewassomethingheroicinthismeeting。"Iwarnyoutostopherewithme，Stephen。Nooneelseintheworldwilllookafteryou。AsfarasIknow，youhaveneverbeenreallyunhappyyetorsuffered，asyoushoulddo，fromyourfaults。Lastnightyounearlykilledyourselfwithdrink。
　　NevermindwhyI’mwillingtocureyou。Iamwilling，andIwarnyoutogivemethechance。Forgivemeornot，asyouchoose。I
　　careforotherthingsmore。"
　　Stephenlookedathimatlast，faintlyapproving。Theofferwasridiculous，butitdidtreathimasaman。
　　"Letmetellyouofafaultofmine，andhowIwaspunishedforit，"continuedRickie。"TwoyearsagoIbehavedbadlytoyou，upattheRings。No，evenafewdaysbeforethat。Wewentforaride，andIthoughttoomuchofothermatters，anddidnottrytounderstandyou。ThencametheRings，andintheevening，whenyoucalleduptomemostkindly，Ineveranswered。Buttheridewasthebeginning。EversincethenIhavetakentheworldatsecond—hand。Ihavebotheredlessandlesstolookitintheface——untilnotonlyyou，buteveryoneelsehasturnedunreal。
　　NeverAnsell:hekeptaway，andsomehowsavedhimself。Buteveryoneelse。DoyourememberinoneofTonyFailing’sbooks，’Castbitterbreaduponthewaters，andaftermanydaysitreallydoescomebacktoyou’？Thishadbeentrueofmylife;itwillbeequallytrueofadrunkard’s，andIwarnyoutostopwithme。"
　　"Ican’tstopafterthatcheque，"saidStephenmoregently。"ButIdoremembertheride。Iwasabitboredmyself。"
　　Agnes，whohadnotbeenseeingtothebreakfast，chosethismomenttocallfromthepassage。"Ofcoursehecan’tstop，"sheexclaimed。"Forbetterorworse，it’ssettled。We’venoneofusalteredsincelastSundayweek。"
　　"Thereyou’reright，Mrs。Elliot！"heshouted，startingoutofthetemperatepast。"Wehaven’taltered。"WitharareflashofinsightheturnedonRickie。"Iseeyourgame。Youdon’tcareaboutMEdrinking，ortoshakeMYhand。It’ssomeoneelseyouwanttocure——asitwere，thatoldphotograph。Youtalktome，butallthetimeyoulookatthephotograph。"Hesnatcheditup。
　　"I’vemyownideasofgoodmanners，andtolookfriendsbetweentheeyesisoneofthem;andthis"——hetorethephotographacross"andthis"——hetoreitagain——"andthese——"Heflungthepiecesattheman，whohadsunkintoachair。"Formypart，I’moff。"
　　ThenRickiewasheroicnolonger。Turningroundinhischair，hecoveredhisface。Themanwasright。Hedidnotlovehim，evenashehadneverhatedhim。Ineitherpassionhehaddegradedhimtobeasymbolforthevanishedpast。Themanwasright，andwouldhavebeenlovable。Helongedtobebackridingoverthosewindyfields，tobebackinthosemysticcircles，beneathpuresky。
　　Thentheycouldhavewatchedandhelpedandtaughteachother，untilthewordwasareality，andthepastnotatornphotograph，butDemeterthegoddessrejoicinginthespring。Ah，ifhehadseizedthosehighopportunities！Fortheyledtothehighestofall，thesymbolicmoment，which，ifamanaccepts，hehasacceptedlife。
　　ThevoiceofAgnes，whichhadluredhimthen（"Formysake，"shehadwhispered），pealedoverhimnowintriumph。Abruptlyitbrokeintosobsthathadtheeffectofrain。Hestartedup。TheangerhaddiedoutofStephen’sface，notforasubtlereasonbutbecauseherewasawoman，nearhim，andunhappy。
　　Shetriedtoapologize，andbroughtonafreshburstoftears。
　　Somethinghadupsether。Theyheardherlockingthedoorofherroom。Fromthatmomenttheirintercoursewaschanged。
　　"Whydoesshekeepcryingtoday？"musedRickie，asifhespoketosomemutualfriend。
　　"Icanmakeaguess，"saidStephen，andhisheavyfaceflushed。
　　"Didyouinsulther？"heaskedfeebly。
　　"Butwho’sGerald？"
　　Rickieraisedhishandtohismouth。
　　"Shelookedatmeasifsheknewme，andthengasps’Gerald，’andstartedcrying。"
　　"Geraldisthenameofsomeonesheonceknew。"
　　"SoIthought。"Therewasalongsilence，inwhichtheycouldhearapiteousgulpingcough。"Whereishenow？"askedStephen。
　　"Dead。"
　　"Andthenyou——？"
　　Rickienodded。
　　"Bad，thissortofthing。"
　　"Ididn’tknowofthisparticularthing。Sheactedasifshehadforgottenhim。Perhapsshehad，andyouwokehimup。Therearequeertricksintheworld。Sheisoverstrained。Shehasprobablybeenplottingeversinceyouburstinlastnight。"
　　"Againstme？"
　　"Yes。"
　　Stephenstoodirresolute。"Isupposeyouandshepulledtogether？"Hesaidatlast。
　　"Getawayfromus，man！Imindlosingyou。Yetit’saswellyoudon’tstop。"
　　"Oh，THAT’Soutofthequestion，"saidStephen，brushinghiscap。
　　"Ifyou’veguessedanything，I’dbeobligedifyoudidn’tmentionit。I’venorighttoask，butI’dbeobliged。"
　　Henodded，andwalkedslowlyalongthelandinganddownthestairs。Rickieaccompaniedhim，andevenopenedthefrontdoor。
　　ItwasasifAgneshadabsorbedthepassionoutofbothofthem。
　　Thesuburbwasnowwrappedinacloud，notofitsownmaking。
　　Sighaftersighpassedalongitsstreetstobreakagainstdrippingwalls。Theschool，thehouseswerehidden，andallcivilizationseemedinabeyance。Onlythesimplestsounds，thesimplestdesiresemerged。Theyagreedthatthisweatherwasstrangeaftersuchasunset。
　　"That’sacollie，"saidStephen，listening。
　　"Iwishyou’dhavesomebreakfastbeforestarting。"
　　"Nofood，thanks。Butyouknow"Hepaused。"It’sallbeenamuddle，andI’venoobjectiontoyourcomingalongwithme。"
　　Theclouddescendedlower。
　　"Comewithmeasaman，"saidStephen，alreadyoutinthemist。
　　"Notasabrother;whocareswhatpeopledidyearsback？We’realivetogether，andtherestiscant。HereamI，Rickie，andthereareyou，afairwreck。They’venouseforyouhere，——neverhadany，ifthetruthwasknown，——andthey’veonlymadeyoubeastly。Thishouse，sotospeak，hastherot。It’scommon—sensethatyoushouldcome。"
　　"Stephen，waitaminute。Whatdoyoumean？"
　　"Wait’swhatwewon’tdo，"saidStephenatthegate。
　　"Imustask——"
　　Hedidwaitforaminute，andsobswereheard，faint，hopeless，vindictive。Thenhetrudgedaway，andRickiesoonlosthiscolourandhisform。Butavoicepersisted，saying，"Come，Idomeanit。
　　Come;Iwilltakecareofyou，Icanmanageyou。"
　　Thewordswerekind;yetitwasnotfortheirsakethatRickieplungedintotheimpalpablecloud。Inthevoicehehadfoundasurerguarantee。Habitsandsexmaychangewiththenewgeneration，featuresmayalterwiththeplayofaprivatepassion，butavoiceisapartfromthese。Itliesnearertotheracialessenceandperhapstothedivine;itcan，atallevents，overleaponegrave。
　　XXXII
　　Mr。Pembrokedidnotreceiveaclearaccountofwhathadhappenedwhenhereturnedfortheinterval。Hissister——hetoldherfrankly——wasconcealingsomethingfromhim。Shecouldmakenoreply。Hadshegonemad，shewondered。Hithertoshehadpretendedtoloveherhusband。Whychoosesuchamomentforthetruth？
　　"ButIunderstandRickie’sposition，"hetoldher。"Itisanunbalancedposition，yetIunderstandit;Inoteditsapproachwhilehewasill。Heimagineshimselfhisbrother’skeeper。
　　Thereforewemustmakeconcessions。Wemustnegotiate。"ThenegotiationswerestillprogressinginNovember，themonthduringwhichthisstorydrawstoitsclose。
　　"Iunderstandhisposition，"hethentoldher。"Itisbothweakanddefiant。HeisstillwiththoseAnsells。Readthisletter，whichthanksmeforhislittlestories。Wesentthemlastmonth，youremember——suchofthemaswecouldfind。Itseemsthathefillsuphistimebywriting:hehasalreadywrittenabook。"
　　Sheonlygavehimhalfherattention，forabeautifulwreathhadjustarrivedfromtheflorist’s。Shewastakingituptothecemetery:todayherchildhadbeendeadayear。
　　"Ontheotherhand，hehasalteredhiswill。Fortunately，hecannotaltermuch。ButIfearthatwhatisnotsettledonyou，willgo。ShouldIreadwhatIwroteonthispoint，andalsomyminutesoftheinterviewwitholdMr。Ansell，andthecopyofmycorrespondencewithStephenWonham？"
　　Butherflywasannounced。Whileheputthewreathinforher，sheranforamomentupstairs。Afewtearshadcometohereyes。
　　Ascandalousdivorcewouldhavebeenmorebearablethanthiswithdrawal。Peopleasked，"Whydidherhusbandleaveher？"andtheanswercame，"Oh，nothingparticular;heonlycouldn’tstandher;sheliedandtaughthimtolie;shekepthimfromtheworkthatsuitedhim，fromhisfriends，fromhisbrother，——inaword，shetriedtorunhim，whichamanwon’tpardon。"Afewtears;notmany。Toher，lifenevershoweditselfasaclassicdrama，inwhich，bytryingtoadvanceourfortunes，weshatterthem。ShehadturnedStephenoutofWiltshire，andhefelllikeathunderboltonSawstonandonherself。IntryingtogainMrs。
　　Failing’smoneyshehadprobablylostmoneywhichwouldhavebeenherown。Butironyisasubtleteacher，andshewasnotthewomantolearnfromsuchlessonsasthese。Hersufferingwasmoredirect。Threemenhadwrongedher;thereforeshehatedthem，and，ifshecould，woulddothemharm。
　　"Thesenegotiationsarequiteuseless，"shetoldHerbertwhenshecamedownstairs。"Wehadmuchbetterbideourtime。TellmejustaboutStephenWonham，though。"
　　Hedrewherintothestudyagain。"WonhamisorwasinScotland，learningtofarmwithconnectionsoftheAnsells:Ibelievethemoneyistogotowardssettinghimup。Apparentlyheisahardworker。Healsodrinks！"
　　Shenoddedandsmiled。"Morethanhedid？"
　　"Myinformant，Mr。Tilliard——oh，Ioughtnottohavementionedhisname。HeisoneofthebettersortofRickie’sCambridgefriends，andhasbeendreadfullygrievedatthecollapse，buthedoesnotwanttobemixedupinit。ThisautumnhewasupintheLowlands，closeby，andverykindlymadeafewunobtrusiveinquiriesforme。Themanisbecominganhabitualdrunkard。"
　　Shesmiledagain。Stephenhadevokedhersecret，andshehatedhimmoreforthatthanforanythingelsethathehaddone。Thepoiseofhisshouldersthatmorning——itwasnomore——hadrecalledGerald。
　　Ifonlyshehadnotbeensotired！Hehadremindedherofthegreatestthingshehadknown，andtohercloudymindthisseemeddegradation。Shehadturnedtohimastoherlover;withalook，whichamanofhistypeunderstood，shehadaskedforhispity;
　　foroneterriblemomentshehaddesiredtobeheldinhisarms。
　　EvenHerbertwassurprisedwhenshesaid，"I’mgladhedrinks。I
　　hopehe’llkillhimself。Amanlikethatoughtnevertohavebeenborn。"
　　"Perhapsthesinsoftheparentsarevisitedonthechildren，"
　　saidHerbert，takinghertothecarriage。"Yetitisnotforustodecide。"
　　"Ifeelsurehewillbepunished。Whatrighthashe——"Shebrokeoff。Whatrighthadhetoourcommonhumanity？Itwasahardlessonforanyonetolearn。ForAgnesitwasimpossible。
　　Stephenwasillicit，abnormal，worsethanamandiseased。Yetshehadturnedtohim:hehaddrawnoutthetruth。
　　"Mydear，don’tcry，"saidherbrother，drawingupthewindows。
　　"IhavegreathopesofMr。Tilliard——theSiltshavewritten——Mrs。
　　Failingwilldowhatshecan——"
　　Asshedrovetothecemetery，herbitternessturnedagainstAnsell，whohadkeptherhusbandaliveinthedaysafterStephen’sexpulsion。Ifhehadnotbeenthere，Rickiewouldhaverenouncedhismotherandhisbrotherandalltheouterworld，troublingnoone。Themystic，inherentinhim，wouldhaveprevailed。SoAnsellhimselfhadtoldher。AndAnsell，too，hadshelteredthefugitivesandgiventhemmoney，andsavedthemfromtheludicrouschecksthatsooftenstopyoungmen。Butwhenshereachedthecemetery，andstoodbesidethetinygrave，allherbitterness，allherhatredwereturnedagainstRickie。
　　"Buthe’llcomebackintheend，"shethought。"Awifehasonlytowait。Whatarehisfriendsbesideme？Theytoowillmarry。I
　　haveonlytowait。Hisbook，likeallthathehasdone，willfail。Hisbrotherisdrinkinghimselfaway。PooraimlessRickie！
　　Ihaveonlytokeepcivil。Hewillcomebackintheend。"
　　Shehadmoved，andfoundherselfclosetothegraveofGerald。
　　Theflowersshehadplantedafterhisdeathweredead，andshehadnotlikedtorenewthem。Therelaytheathlete，andhisdustwasasthelittlechild’swhomshehadbroughtintotheworldwithsuchhope，withsuchpain。
　　XXXIII
　　ThatsamedayRickie，feelingneitherpoornoraimless，lefttheAnsells’foranight’svisittoCadover。Hisaunthadinvitedhim——why，hecouldnotthink，norcouldhethinkwhyheshouldrefusetheinvitation。Shecouldnotannoyhimnow，andhewasnotvindictive。InthedellnearMadingleyhehadcried，"Ihatenoone，"inhisignorance。Now，withfullknowledge，hehatednooneagain。Theweatherwaspleasant，thecountyattractive，andhewasreadyforalittlechange。
　　MaudandStewartsawhimoff。Stephen，whowasdownfortheholiday，hadbeenleftwithhischinontheluncheontable。Hehadwantedtocomealso。Rickiepointedoutthatyoucannotvisitwhereyouhavebrokenthewindows。Therewasanargument——theregenerallywas——andnowtheyoungmanhadturnedsulky。
　　"Lethimdowhathelikes，"saidAnsell。"Heknowsmorethanwedo。Heknowseverything。"
　　"Ishetogetdrunk？"Rickieasked。
　　"Mostcertainly。"
　　"Andtogowhereheisn’tasked？"
　　Maud，thoughlikingalittlespiritinaman，declaredthistobeimpossible。
　　"Well，Iwishyoujoy！"Rickiecalled，asthetrainmovedaway。
　　"Hemeansmischiefthisevening。Hetoldmepiouslythathefeltitbeatingup。Good—bye！"
　　"Butwe’llwaitforyoutopass，"theycried。FortheSalisburytrainalwaysbackedoutofthestationandthenreturned，andtheAnsellfamily，includingStewart，tookanincrediblepleasureinseeingitdothis。
　　Thecarriagewasempty。Rickiesettledhimselfdownforhislittlejourney。Firsthelookedatthecolouredphotographs。Thenhereadthedirectionsforobtainingluncheon—baskets，andfeltthetextureofthecushions。Throughthewindowsasignal—boxinterestedhim。Thenhesawtheuglylittletownthatwasnowhishome，andupitschiefstreettheAnsells’memorablefacade。Thespiritofagenialcomedydweltthere。Itwassoabsurd，sokindly。Thehousewasdividedagainstitselfandyetstood。
　　Metaphysics，commerce，socialaspirations——alllivedtogetherinharmony。Mr。Ansellhaddonemuch，butonewastemptedtobelieveinamorecapriciouspower——thepowerthatabstainsfrom"nipping。""Onenipsorisnipped，andneverknowsbeforehand，"quotedRickie，andopenedthepoemsofShelley，amanlessfoolishthanyousupposed。Howpleasantitwastoread！
　　Ifbusinessworriedhim，ifStephenwasnoisyorAnsellperverse，therestillremainedthisparadiseofbooks。Itseemedasifhehadreadnothingfortwoyears。
　　Thenthetrainstoppedfortheshunting，andheheardprotestsfromminorofficialswhowereworkingontheline。Theycomplainedthatsomeonewhodidn’toughtto，hadmountedonthefootboardofthecarriage。Stephen’sfaceappeared，convulsedwithlaughter。Withtheactionofaswimmerhedivedinthroughtheopenwindow，andfellcomfortablyonRickie’sluggageandRickie。Hedeclareditwasthefinestjokeeverknown。Rickiewasnotsosure。"You’llberunovernext，"hesaid。"Whatdidyoudothatfor？"
　　"I’mcomingwithyou，"hegiggled，rollingallthathecouldontothedustyfloor。
　　"Now，Stephen，thisistoobad。Getup。Wewentintothewholequestionyesterday。"
　　"Iknow;andIsettledwewouldn’tgointoitagain，spoilingmyholiday。"
　　"Well，it’sexecrabletaste。"
　　NowhewaswavingtotheAnsells，andshowingthemapieceofsoap:itwasallhisluggage，andeventhatheabandoned，forheflungitatStewart’sloftybrow。
　　"Ican’tthinkwhatyou’vedoneitfor。YouknowhowstronglyI
　　felt。"
　　Stephenrepliedthatheshouldstopinthevillage;meetRickieatthelodgegates;thatkindofthing。
　　"It’sexecrabletaste，"herepeated，tryingtokeepgrave。
　　"Well，youdidallyoucould，"heexclaimedwithsuddensympathy。
　　"LeavingmetalkingtooldAnsell，youmighthavethoughtyou’dgotyourway。I’veasmuchtasteasmostchaps，but，hangit！
　　yourauntisn’ttheGermanEmperor。Shedoesn’townWiltshire。"
　　"Youass！"sputteredRickie，whohadtakentolaughatnonsenseagain。
　　"No，sheisn’t，"herepeated，blowingakissoutofthewindowtomaidens。"Why，westartedforWiltshireonthewetmorning！"
　　"WhenStewartfoundusatSawstonrailwaystation？"Hesmiledhappily。"Ineverthoughtweshouldpullthrough。"
　　"Well，weDIDN’T。Weneverdidwhatwemeant。It’snonsensethatIcouldn’thavemanagedyoualone。I’veanotion。Slipoutafteryourdinnerthisevening，andwe’llgetthunderingtighttogether。"
　　"I’veanotionIwon’t。"
　　"It’ddoyounoendofgood。You’llgettoknowpeople——
　　shepherds，carters——"Hewavedhisarmsvaguely，indicatingdemocracy。"Thenyou’llsing。"
　　"Andthen？"
　　"Plop。"
　　"Precisely。"
　　"ButI’llcatchyou，"promisedStephen。"Weshallcarryyouupthehilltobed。Inthemorningyouwake，haveyourrowwitholdEm’ly，shekicksyouout，wemeet——we’llmeetattheRings！"Hedancedupanddownthecarriage。Someoneinthenextcarriagepunchedatthepartition，andwhenthishappens，allladswithmettleknowthattheymustpunchthepartitionback。
　　"Thankyou。I’veanotionIwon’t，"saidRickiewhenthenoisehadsubsided——subsidedforamomentonly，forthefollowingconversationtookplacetoanaccompanimentofdustandbangs。
　　"ExceptasregardstheRings。Wewillmeetthere。"
　　"ThenI’llgettightbymyself。"
　　"No，youwon’t。"
　　"Yes，Iwill。Isworetodosomethingspecialthisevening。I
　　feellikeit。"
　　"Inthatcase，Igetoutatthenextstation。"Hewaslaughing，butquitedetermined。Stephenhadgrowntoodictatorialoflate。
　　TheAnsellsspoilthim。"It’sbadenoughhavingyouthereatall。
　　Havingyoutheredrunkisimpossible。I’dsoonernotvisitmyauntthanthink，whenIsatwithher，thatyou’redowninthevillageteachingherlabourerstobeasbeastlyasyourself。Goifyouwill。Butnotwithme。"
　　"Whyshouldn’tIhaveagoodtimewhileI’myoung，ifIdon’tharmanyone？"saidStephendefiantly。
　　"Needwediscussself。"
　　"Oh，IcanstopmyselfanyminuteIchoose。Ijustsay’Iwon’t’
　　toyouoranyotherfool，andIdon’t。"
　　Rickieknewthattheboastwastrue。Hecontinued，"ThereisalsoathingcalledMorality。YoumaylearnintheBible，andalsofromtheGreeks，thatyourbodyisatemple。"
　　"Soyousaidinyourlongestletter。"
　　"ProbablyIwrotelikeaprig，forthereasonthatIhaveneverbeentemptedinthisway;butsurelyitiswrongthatyourbodyshouldescapeyou。"
　　"Idon’tfollow，"heretorted，punching。
　　"Itisn’tright，evenforalittletime，toforgetthatyouexist。"
　　"Isupposeyou’veneverbeentemptedtogotosleep？"
　　Justthenthetrainpassedthroughacoppiceinwhichthegreyundergrowthlookednomorealivethanfirewood。Yeteverytwiginitwaswaitingforthespring。Rickieknewthattheanalogywasfalse，butargumentconfusedhim，andhegaveupthislineofattackalso。
　　"Dobemorecarefuloverlife。Ifyourbodyescapesyouinonething，whynotinmore？Amanwillhaveothertemptations。"
　　"Youmeanwomen，"saidStephenquietly，pausingforamomentinthisgame。"Butthat’sabsolutelydifferent。Thatwouldbeharmingsomeoneelse。"
　　"Isthattheonlythingthatkeepsyoustraight？"
　　"Whatelseshould？"AndhelookednotintoRickie，butpasthim，withthewonderingeyesofachild。Rickienodded，andreferredhimselftothewindow。
　　Heobservedthatthecountrywassmootherandmoreplastic。Thewoodshadgone，andunderapale—blueskylongcontoursofearthwereflowing，andmerging，risingalittletobearsomecoronalofbeeches，partingalittletodisclosesomegreenvalley，wherecottagesstoodunderelmsorbesidetranslucentwaters。ItwasWiltshireatlast。Thetrainhadenteredthechalk。Atlastitslackenedatawaysideplatform。Withoutspeakingheopenedthedoor。
　　"What’sthatfor？"
　　"Togoback。"
　　Stephenhadforgottenthethreat。Hesaidthatthiswasnotplayingthegame。
　　"Surely！"
　　"Ican’thaveyougoingback。"
　　"Promisetobehavedecentlythen。"
　　Hewasseizedandpulledawayfromthedoor。
　　"WechangeatSalisbury，"heremarked。"Thereisanhourtowait。Youwillfindmetroublesome。"
　　"Itisn’tfair，"explodedStephen。"It’salowdowntrick。HowcanIletyougoback？"
　　"Promise，then。"
　　"Oh，yes，yes，yes。Y。M。C。A。Butforthisoccasiononly。"
　　"No，no。Fortherestofyourholiday。"
　　"Yes，yes。Verywell。Ipromise。"
　　"Fortherestofyourlife？"
　　SomehowitpleasedhimthatStephenshouldbanghimcrosslywithhiselbowandsay，"No。Getout。You’vegonetoofar。"Sohadthetrain。Theporterattheendofthewaysideplatformslammedthedoor，andtheyproceededtowardSalisburythroughtheslowlymodulatingdowns。Rickiepretendedtoread。Overthebookhewatchedhisbrother’sface，andwonderedhowbadtempercouldbeconsistentwithamindsoradiant。Inspiteofhisobstinacyandconceit，Stephenwasaneasypersontolivewith。Heneverfidgetedornursedhiddengrievances，orindulgedinashoddypride。ThoughhespentRickie’smoneyasslowlyashecould，heaskedforitwithoutapology:"Youmustputitdownagainstme，"