Asamatteroffact,hesawthemverylittleduringhisvisit。Hecheckedhimselfbecausehewasunworthy。Whatrighthadhetopry,eveninthespirit,upontheirbliss?Itwasnocrimetohaveseenthemonthelawn。Itwouldbeacrimetogotoitagain。Hetriedtokeephimselfandhisthoughtsaway,notbecausehewasascetic,butbecausetheywouldnotlikeitiftheyknew。Thisbehaviourofhissuitedthemadmirably。Andwhenanygraciouslittlethingoccurredtothem——anylittlethingthathissympathyhadcontrivedandallowed——theyputitdowntochanceortoeachother。
  Sotheloversfallintothebackground。Theyarepartofthedistantsunrise,andonlythemountainsspeaktothem。RickietalkstoMr。Pembroke,amidsttheunlitvalleysofourover—habitableworld。
  IV
  SawstonSchoolhadbeenfoundedbyatradesmanintheseventeenthcentury。Itwasthenatinygrammar—schoolinatinytown,andtheCityCompanywhogovernedithadtodrivehalfadaythroughthewoodsandheathontheoccasionoftheirannualvisit。Inthetwentiethcenturytheystilldrove,butonlyfromtherailwaystation;andfoundthemselvesnotinatinytown,noryetinalargeone,butamongstinnumerableresidences,detachedandsemi—detached,whichhadgatheredroundtheschool。Fortheintentionsofthefounderhadbeenaltered,oratalleventsamplified,insteadofeducatingthe"pooreofmyhome,"henoweducatedtheupperclassesofEngland。Thechangehadtakenplacenotsoveryfarback。Tillthenineteenthcenturythegrammar—schoolwasstillcomposedofdayscholarsfromtheneighbourhood。Thentwothingshappened。Firstly,theschool’spropertyroseinvalue,anditbecamerich。Secondly,fornoobviousreason,itsuddenlyemittedaquantityofbishops。Thebishops,likethestarsfromaRomancandle,wereallcolours,andflewinalldirections,somehigh,somelow,sometodistantcolonies,oneintotheChurchofRome。Butmanyafathertracedtheircourseinthepapers;manyamotherwonderedwhetherherson,ifproperlyignited,mightnotburnasbright;manyafamilymovedtotheplacewherelivingandeducationweresocheap,whereday—boyswerenotlookeddownupon,andwheretheorthodoxandtheup—to—dateweresaidtobecombined。Theschooldoubleditsnumbers。Itbuiltnewclass—rooms,laboratoriesandagymnasium。Itdroppedtheprefix"Grammar。"Itcoaxedthesonsofthelocaltradesmenintoanewfoundation,the"CommercialSchool,"builtacoupleofmilesaway。Anditstartedboarding—houses。IthadnotthegraciousantiquityofEtonorWinchester,nor,ontheotherhand,haditaconsciouspolicylikeLancing,Wellington,andotherpurelymodernfoundations。
  Wheretraditionserved,itclungtothem。Wherenewdeparturesseemeddesirable,theyweremade。ItaimedatproducingtheaverageEnglishman,and,toaverygreatextent,itsucceeded。
  HereMr。Pembrokepassedhishappyandindustriouslife。HistechnicalpositionwasthatofmastertoaformlowdownontheModernSide。Buthisworklayelsewhere。Heorganized。Ifnoorganizationexisted,hewouldcreateone。Ifonedidexist,hewouldmodifyit。"Anorganization,"hewouldsay,"isafterallnotanendinitself。Itmustcontributetoamovement。"Whenonegoodcustomseemedlikelytocorrupttheschool,hewasreadywithanother;hebelievedthatwithoutinnumerablecustomstherewasnosafety,eitherforboysormen。
  Perhapsheisright,andalwayswillberight。Perhapseachofuswouldgotoruinifforoneshorthourweactedaswethoughtfit,andattemptedtheserviceofperfectfreedom。Theschoolcaps,withtheirelaboratesymbolism,werehis;histhemany—tintedbathing—drawers,thatshowedhowfaraboycouldswim;
  histhehierarchyofjerseysandblazers。ItwashewhoinstitutedBounds,andcall,andthetwosortsofexercise—paper,andthethreesortsofcaning,and"TheSawtonian,"abi—terminalmagazine。Hisplumpfingerwasineverypie。Thedomeofhisskull,mildbutimpressive,shoneateverymaster’smeeting。Hewasgenerallyacknowledgedtobethecomingman。
  Hislastachievementhadbeentheorganizationoftheday—boys。
  Theyhadbeenlefttoomuchtothemselves,andwereweakinespritdecorps;theywereapttoregardhome,notschool,asthemostimportantthingintheirlives。Moreover,theygotoutoftheirparents’hands;theydidtheirpreparationanytimeandsometimesanyhow。Theyshirkedgames,theywereoutatallhours,theyatewhattheyshouldnot,theysmoked,theybicycledontheasphalt。Nowallwasover。Likeboarders,theyweretobeinat7:15P。M。,andwerenotallowedoutafterunlesswithawrittenorderfromtheirparentorguardian;they,too,mustworkatfixedhoursintheevening,andbeforebreakfastnextmorningfrom7to8。Gameswerecompulsory。Theymustnotgotopartiesintermtime。Theymustkeeptobounds。Ofcoursethereformwasnotcomplete。Itwasimpossibletocontrolthedieting,though,onaprintedcircular,day—parentswereimploredtoprovidesimplefood。Anditisalsobelievedthatsomemothersdisobeyedtheruleaboutpreparation,andallowedtheirsonstodoalltheworkover—nightandhavealongersleepinthemorning。Butthegulfbetweenday—boysandboarderswasconsiderablylessened,andgrewstillnarrowerwhentheday—boystoowereorganizedintoaHousewithhouse—masterandcoloursoftheirown。"ThroughtheHouse,"saidMr。Pembroke,"onelearnspatriotismfortheschool,justasthroughtheschoolonelearnspatriotismforthecountry。
  Ouronlycourse,therefore,istoorganizetheday—boysintoaHouse。"Theheadmasteragreed,asheoftendid,andthenewcommunitywasformed。Mr。Pembroke,toavoidthetonguesofmalice,hadrefusedthepostofhouse—masterforhimself,sayingtoMr。Jackson,whotaughtthesixth,"Youkeeptoomuchinthebackground。Hereisachanceforyou。"Butthiswasafailure。
  Mr。Jackson,ascholarandastudent,neitherfeltnorconveyedanyenthusiasm,andwhenconfrontedwithhisHouse,wouldsay,"Well,Idon’tknowwhatwe’reallherefor。NowIshouldthinkyou’dbettergohometoyourmothers。"Hereturnedtohisbackground,andnexttermMr。Pembrokewastotakehisplace。
  SuchwerethethemesonwhichMr。PembrokediscoursedtoRickie’scivilear。Heshowedhimtheschool,andthelibrary,andthesubterraneanhallwheretheday—boysmightleavetheircoatsandcaps,andwhere,onfestaloccasions,theysupped。HeshowedhimMr。Jackson’sprettyhouse,andwhispered,"Wereitnotforhisbrilliantintellect,itwouldbeacaseofOuickmarch!"Heshowedhimtheracquet—court,happilycompleted,andthechapel,unhappilystillinneedoffunds。Rickiewasimpressed,butthenhewasimpressedbyeverything。OfcourseaHouseofday—boysseemedalittleshadowyafterAgnesandGerald,butheimpartedsomerealityeventothat。
  "Theracquet—court,"saidMr。Pembroke,"ismostgratifying。Weneverexpectedtomanageitthisyear。ButbeforetheEasterholidayseveryboyreceivedasubscriptioncard,andwasgiventounderstandthathemustcollectthirtyshillings。Youwillscarcelybelieveme,buttheynearlyallresponded。Nexttermtherewasadinnerinthegreatschool,andallwhohadcollected,notthirtyshillings,butasmuchasapound,wereinvitedtoit——fornaturallyonewasnotpreciseforafewshillings,theresponsebeingthereallyvaluablething。
  Practicallythewholeschoolhadtocome。"
  "Theymustenjoythecourttremendously。"
  "Ah,itisn’tusedverymuch。Racquets,asIdaresayyouknow,isratheranexpensivegame。Onlythewealthierboysplay——andI’msorrytosaythatitisnotofourwealthierboysthatwearealwaystheproudest。Butthepointisthatnopublicschoolcanbecalledfirst—classuntilithasone。Theyarebuildingthemrightandleft。"
  "Andnowyoumustfinishthechapel?"
  "Nowwemustcompletethechapel。"Hepausedreverently,andsaid,"Andhereisafragmentoftheoriginalbuilding。"
  Rickieatoncehadarushofsympathy。He,too,lookedwithreverenceatthemorselofJacobeanbrickwork,ruddyandbeautifulamidstthemachine—squaredstonesofthemodernapse。
  Thetwomen,whohadsolittleincommon,werethrilledwithpatriotism。Theyrejoicedthattheircountrywasgreat,noble,andold。
  "ThankGodI’mEnglish,"saidRickiesuddenly。
  "ThankHimindeed,"saidMr。Pembroke,layingahandonhisback。
  "We’vebeennearlyasgreatastheGreeks,Idobelieve。Greater,I’msure,thantheItalians,thoughtheydidgetclosertobeauty。GreaterthantheFrench,thoughwedotakealltheirideas。Ican’thelpthinkingthatEnglandisimmense。Englishliteraturecertainly。"
  Mr。Pembrokeremovedhishand。Hefoundsuchpatriotismsomewhatcraven。Genuinepatriotismcomesonlyfromtheheart。Itknowsnoparleyingwithreason。EnglishladieswilldeclareabroadthattherearenofogsinLondon,andMr。Pembroke,thoughhewouldnotgotothis,wasonlyrestrainedbythecertaintyofbeingfoundout。OnthisoccasionheremarkedthattheGreekslackedspiritualinsight,andhadalowconceptionofwoman。
  "Astowomen——oh!theretheyweredreadful,"saidRickie,leaninghishandonthechapel。"Irealizethatmoreandmore。Butastospiritualinsight,Idon’tquiteliketosay;andIfindPlatotoodifficult,butIknowmenwhodon’t,andIfancytheymightn’tagreewithyou。"
  "FarbeitfrommetodisparagePlato。AndforphilosophyasawholeIhavethegreatestrespect。Butitisthecrownofaman’seducation,notthefoundation。Myself,Ireaditwiththeutmostprofit,butIhaveknownendlesstroubleresultfromboyswhoattemptittoosoon,beforetheywereset。"
  "Butifthoseboyshaddiedfirst,"criedRickiewithsuddenvehemence,"withoutknowingwhatthereistoknow——"
  "Orisn’ttoknow!"saidMr。Pembrokesarcastically。
  "Orwhatthereisn’ttoknow。Exactly。That’sit。"
  "MydearRickie,whatdoyoumean?Ifanoldfriendmaybefrank,youaretalkinggreatrubbish。"And,withafewwell—wornformulae,heproppeduptheyoungman’sorthodoxy。Thepropswereunnecessary。Rickiehadhisownequilibrium。NeithertheRevivalismthatassailsaboyatabouttheageoffifteen,northescepticismthatmeetshimfiveyearslater,couldswayhimfromhisallegiancetothechurchintowhichhehadbeenborn。
  Buthisequilibriumwaspersonal,andthesecretofituselesstoothers。Hedesiredthateachmanshouldfindhisown。
  "Whatdoesphilosophydo?"theproppercontinued。"Doesitmakeamanhappierinlife?Doesitmakehimdiemorepeacefully?I
  fancythatinthelong—runHerbertSpencerwillgetnofurtherthantherestofus。Ah,Rickie!Iwishyoucouldmoveamongtheschoolboys,andseetheirhealthycontemptforalltheycannottouch!"Herehewasgoingtoofar,andhadtoadd,"Theirspiritualcapacities,ofcourse,areanothermatter。"ThenherememberedtheGreeks,andsaid,"Whichprovesmyoriginalstatement。"
  Submissivesigns,asofonepropped,appearedinRickie’sface。
  Mr。PembrokethenquestionedhimaboutthemenwhofoundPlatonotdifficult。Butherehekeptsilence,pattingtheschoolchapelgently,andpresentlytheconversationturnedtotopicswithwhichtheywerebothmorecompetenttodeal。
  "DoesAgnestakemuchinterestintheschool?"
  "Notasmuchasshedid。Itistheresultofherengagement。Ifournaughtysoldierhadnotcarriedheroff,shemighthavemadeanidealschoolmaster’swife。Ioftenchaffhimaboutit,forhealittledespisestheintellectualprofessions。Natural,perfectlynatural。Howcanamanwhofacesdeathfeelaswedotowardsmensaortupto?"
  "Perfectlytrue。Absolutelytrue。"
  Mr。PembrokeremarkedtohimselfthatFrederickwasimproving。
  "Ifamanshootsstraightandhitsstraightandspeaksstraight,ifhisheartisintherightplace,ifhehastheinstinctsofaChristianandagentleman——thenI,atallevents,asknobetterhusbandformysister。"
  "Howcouldyougetabetter?"hecried。"Doyourememberthethingin’TheClouds’?"Andhequoted,aswellashecould,fromtheinvitationoftheDikaiosLogos,thedescriptionoftheyoungAthenian,perfectinbody,placidinmind,whoneglectshisworkattheBarandtrainsalldayamongthewoodsandmeadows,withagarlandonhisheadandafriendtosetthepace;thescentofnewleavesisuponthem;theyrejoiceinthefreshnessofspring;overtheirheadstheplane—treewhisperstotheelm,perhapsthemostgloriousinvitationtothebrainlesslifethathaseverbeengiven。
  "Yes,yes,"saidMr。Pembroke,whodidnotwantabrother—in—lawoutofAristophanes。Norhadhegotone,forMr。Daweswouldnothavebotheredoverthegarlandornoticedthespring,andwouldhavecomplainedthatthefriendrantooslowlyortoofast。
  "Andasforher——!"ButhecouldthinkofnoclassicalparallelforAgnes。Sheslippedbetweenexamples。AkindlyMedea,aCleopatrawithasenseofduty——thesesuggestedheralittle。ShewasnotborninGreece,butcameoverseastoit——adark,intelligentprincess。Withallhersplendour,therewerehintsofsplendourstillhidden——hintsofanolder,richer,andmoremysteriousland。Hesmiledattheideaofherbeing"notthere。"
  Ansell,cleverashewas,hadmadeabadblunder。Shehadmorerealitythananyotherwomanintheworld。
  Mr。Pembrokelookedpleasedatthisboyishenthusiasm。Hewasfondofhissister,thoughheknewhertobefulloffaults。
  "Yes,Ienvyher,"hesaid。"Shehasfoundaworthyhelpmeetforlife’sjourney,Idobelieve。Andthoughtheychafeatthelongengagement,itisablessingindisguise。Theylearntoknoweachotherthoroughlybeforecontractingmoreintimateties。"
  Rickiedidnotassent。Thelengthoftheengagementseemedtohimunspeakablycruel。Hereweretwopeoplewholovedeachother,andtheycouldnotmarryforyearsbecausetheyhadnobeastlymoney。
  NotallHerbert’spiousskillcouldmakethisoutablessing。Itwasbadenoughbeing"sorich"attheSilts;herehewasmoreashamedofitthanever。Inafewweekshewouldcomeofageandhismoneybehisown。Whatapitythingsweresocrookedlyarranged。Hedidnotwantmoney,oratalleventshedidnotwantsomuch。
  "Suppose,"hemeditated,forhebecamemuchworriedoverthis,——
  "supposeIhadahundredpoundsayearlessthanIshallhave。
  Well,Ishouldstillhaveenough。Idon’twantanythingbutfood,lodging,clothes,andnowandthenarailwayfare。Ihaven’tanytastes。Idon’tcollectanythingorplaygames。Booksarenicetohave,butafterallthereisMudie’s,orifitcomestothat,theFreeLibrary。Oh,myprofession!IforgotIshallhaveaprofession。Well,thatwillleavemewithmoretosparethanever。"Andhesupposedawaytillhelosttouchwiththeworldandwithwhatitpermits,andcommittedanunpardonablesin。
  Ithappenedtowardstheendofhisvisit——anotherairlessdayofthatmildJanuary。Mr。Daweswasplayingagainstascratchteamofcads,andhadtogodowntothegroundinthemorningtosettlesomething。Rickieproposedtocometoo。
  Hithertohehadbeennonuisance。"Youwillbefrightfullybored,"saidAgnes,observingthecloudonherlover’sface。"AndGeraldwalkslikeamaniac。"
  "IhadalittlethoughtoftheMuseumthismorning,"saidMr。
  Pembroke。"Itisverystronginflintarrow—heads。"
  "Ah,that’syourline,Rickie。IdoenvyyouandHerbertthewayyouenjoythepast。"
  "IalmostthinkI’llgowithDawes,ifhe’llhaveme。Icanwalkquitefastjusttothegroundandback。Arrowheadsarewonderful,butIdon’treallyenjoythemyet,thoughIhopeIshallintime。"
  Mr。Pembrokewasoffended,butRickieheldfirm。
  Inaquarterofanhourhewasbackatthehousealone,nearlycrying。
  "Oh,didthewretchgotoofast?"calledMissPembrokefromherbedroomwindow。
  "Iwenttoofastforhim。"Hespokequitesharply,andbeforehehadtimetosayhewassorryanddidn’tmeanexactlythat,thewindowhadshut。
  "They’vequarrelled,"shethought。"Whateverabout?"
  Shesoonheard。Geraldreturnedinacoldstormytemper。Rickiehadofferedhimmoney。
  "Mydearfellowdon’tbesocross。Thechild’smad。"
  "Ifitwas,I’dforgivethat。ButIcan’tstandunhealthiness。"
  "Now,Gerald,that’swhereIhateyou。Youdon’tknowwhatitistopitytheweak。"
  "Woman’sjob。SoyouwishI’dtakenahundredpoundsayearfromhim。Didyoueverhearsuchblastedcheek?Marryus——he,you,andme——ahundredpoundsdownandasmuchannual——he,ofcourse,topryintoallwedid,andwetokowtowandeatdirt—pietohim。Ifthat’sMr。RicketyElliot’sideaofasoldierandanEnglishman,itisn’tmine,andIwishI’dhadahorse—whip。"
  Shewasroaringwithlaughter。"You’rebabies,apairofyou,andyou’retheworst。Whycouldn’tyouletthelittlesillydowngently?Therehewaspuffingandsniffingundermywindow,andI
  thoughthe’dinsultedyou。Whydidn’tyouaccept?"
  "Accept?"hethundered。
  "Itwouldhavetakenthenonsenseoutofhimforever。Why,hewasonlytalkingoutofabook。"
  "Morefoolhe。"
  "Well,don’tbeangrywithafool。Hemeansnoharm。Hemuddlesalldaywithpoetryandolddeadpeople,andthentriestobringitintolife。It’stoofunnyforwords。"
  Geraldrepeatedthathecouldnotstandunhealthiness。
  "Idon’tcallthatexactlyunhealthy。"
  "Ido。Andwhyhecouldgivethemoney’sworse。"
  "Whatdoyoumean?"
  Hebecameshy。"Ihadn’tmeanttotellyou。It’snotquiteforalady。"For,likemostmenwhoareratheranimal,hewasintellectuallyaprude。"Hesayshecan’tevermarry,owingtohisfoot。Itwouldn’tbefairtoposterity。Hisgrandfatherwascrocked,hisfathertoo,andhe’sasbad。Hethinksthatit’shereditary,andmaygetworsenextgeneration。He’sdiscusseditalloverwithotherUndergrads。Abrightlottheymustbe。Hedaren’triskhavinganychildren。Hencethehundredquid。"
  Shestoppedlaughing。"Oh,littlebeast,ifhesaidallthat!"
  Hewasencouragedtoproceed。Hithertohehadnottalkedabouttheirschooldays。Nowhetoldhereverything,——the"barley—sugar,"ashecalledit,thepinsinchapel,andhowoneafternoonhehadtiedhimhead—downwardontoatreetrunkandthenranaway——ofcourseonlyforamoment。
  Forthisshescoldedhimwell。Butshehadathrillofjoywhenshethoughtoftheweakboyintheclutchesofthestrongone。
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  Geralddiedthatafternoon。Hewasbrokenupinthefootballmatch。RickieandMr。Pembrokewereonthegroundwhentheaccidenttookplace。Itwasnogoodtorturinghimbyadrivetothehospital,andhewasmerelycarriedtothelittlepavilionandlaiduponthefloor。Adoctorcame,andsodidaclergyman,butitseemedbettertoleavehimforthelastfewminuteswithAgnes,whohadriddendownonherbicycle。
  Itwasastrangelamentableinterview。Thegirlwassoaccustomedtohealth,thatforatimeshecouldnotunderstand。Itmustbeajokethathechosetoliethereinthedust,witharugoverhimandhiskneesbentuptowardshischin。Hisarmswereassheknewthem,andtheiradmirablemusclesshowedclearandcleanbeneaththejersey。Theface,too,thoughalittleflushed,wasuninjured:itmustbesomecuriousjoke。
  "Gerald,whathaveyoubeendoing?"
  Hereplied,"Ican’tseeyou。It’stoodark。"
  "Oh,I’llsoonalterthat,"shesaidinheroldbriskway。Sheopenedthepaviliondoor。Thepeoplewhowerestandingbyitmovedaside。Shesawadesertedmeadow,steamingandgrey,andbeyonditslateroofedcottages,rowbesiderow,climbingashapelesshill。TowardsLondontheskywasyellow。"There。That’sbetter。"Shesatdownbyhimagain,anddrewhishandintoherown。"Nowweareallright,aren’twe?"
  "Whereareyou?"
  Thistimeshecouldnotreply。
  "Whatisit?WhereamIgoing?"
  "Wasn’ttherectorhere?"saidsheafterasilence。
  "Heexplainedheaven,andthinksthatI——but——Icouldn’ttellaparson;butIdon’tseemtohaveanyuseforanyofthethingsthere。"
  "WeareChristians,"saidAgnesshyly。"Dearlove,wedon’ttalkaboutthesethings,butwebelievethem。Ithinkthatyouwillgetwellandbeasstrongagainasever;but,inanycase,thereisaspirituallife,andweknowthatsomedayyouandI——"
  "Ishan’tdoasaspirit,"heinterrupted,sighingpitifully。"I
  wantyouasIam,anditcannotbemanaged。Therectorhadtosayso。Iwant——Idon’twanttotalk。Ican’tseeyou。Shutthatdoor。"
  Sheobeyed,andcreptintohisarms。Onlythistimehergraspwasthestronger。Herheartbeatlouderandlouderasthesoundofhisgrewmorefaint。Hewascryinglikealittlefrightenedchild,andherlipswerewetwithhistears。"Bearitbravely,"
  shetoldhim。
  "Ican’t,"hewhispered。"Itisn’ttobedone。Ican’tseeyou,"
  andpassedfromhertremblingwithopeneyes。
  Sherodehomeonherbicycle,leavingtheotherstofollow。Someladieswhodidnotknowwhathadhappenedbowedandsmiledasshepassed,andshereturnedtheirsalute。
  "Oh,miss,isittrue?"criedthecook,herfacestreamingwithtears。
  Agnesnodded。Presumablyitwastrue。Lettershadjustarrived:
  onewasforGeraldfromhismother。Life,whichhadgiventhemnowarning,seemedtomakenocommentnow。Theincidentwasoutsidenature,andwouldsurelypassawaylikeadream。Shefeltslightlyirritable,andthegriefoftheservantsannoyedher。
  Theysobbed。"Ah,lookathismarks!Ah,littlehethought——
  littlehethought!"Inthebrownhollandstripbythefrontdooraheavyfootballboothadleftitsimpress。TheyhadnotlikedGerald,buthewasaman,theywerewomen,hehaddied。Theirmistressorderedthemtoleaveher。
  Formanyminutesshesatatthefootofthestairs,rubbinghereyes。Anobscurespiritualcrisiswasgoingon。
  Shouldsheweepliketheservants?OrshouldshebearupandtrustintheconsolerTime?Wasthedeathofamansoterribleafterall?Assheinvitedherselftoapathytherewerestepsonthegravel,andRickieElliotburstin。Hewassplashedwithmud,hisbreathwasgone,andhishairfellwildlyoverhismeagreface。Shethought,"Thesearethepeoplewhoareleftalive!"
  >Fromthebottomofhersoulshehatedhim。
  "Icametoseewhatyou’redoing,"hecried。
  "Resting。"
  Hekneltbesideher,andshesaid,"Wouldyoupleasegoaway?"
  "Yes,dearAgnes,ofcourse;butImustseefirstthatyoumind。"
  Herbreathcaught。Herevesmovedtothetreads,goingoutwards,sofirmly,soirretrievably。
  Hepanted,"It’stheworstthingthatcaneverhappentoyouinallyourlife,andyou’vegottomindityou’vegottomindit。
  They’llcomesaying,’Bearuptrusttotime。’No,no;they’rewrong。Mindit。"
  Throughallhermiserysheknewthatthisboywasgreaterthantheysupposed。Herosetohisfeet,andwithintenseconvictioncried:"ButIknow——Iunderstand。It’syourdeathaswellashis。
  He’sgone,Agnes,andhisarmswillneverholdyouagain。InGod’sname,mindsuchathing,anddon’tsitfencingwithyoursoul。Don’tstopbeinggreat;that’stheonecrimehe’llneverforgiveyou。"
  Shefaltered,"Who——whoforgives?"
  "Gerald。"
  Atthesoundofhisnamesheslidforward,andallherdishonestylefther。Sheacknowledgedthatlife’smeaninghadvanished。
  Bendingdown,shekissedthefootprint。"Howcanheforgiveme?"
  shesobbed。"Wherehashegoneto?Youcouldneverdreamsuchanawfulthing。Hecouldn’tseemethoughIopenedthedoor——wide——
  plentyoflight;andthenhecouldnotrememberthethingsthatshouldcomforthim。Hewasn’ta——hewasn’teveragreatreader,andhecouldn’trememberthethings。Therectortried,andhecouldn’t——Icame,andIcouldn’t——"Shecouldnotspeakfortears。Rickiedidnotcheckher。Heletheraccuseherself,andfate,andHerbert,whohadpostponedtheirmarriage。Shemighthavebeenawifesixmonths;butHerberthadspokenofself—controlandofalllifebeforethem。Heletherkissthefootprintstilltheirmarksgavewaytothemarksofherlips。
  Shemoaned。"Heisgone——whereishe?"andthenherepliedquitequietly,"Heisinheaven。"
  Shebeggedhimnottocomforther;shecouldnotbearit。
  "Ididnotcometocomfortyou。Icametoseethatyoumind。Heisinheaven,Agnes。Thegreatestthingisover。"
  Herhatredwaslulled。Shemurmured,"DearRickie!"andheldupherhandtohim。Throughhertearshismeagrefaceshowedasaseraph’swhospokethetruthandforbadehertojugglewithhersoul。"DearRickie——butfortherestofmylifewhatamItodo?"
  "Anything——ifyourememberthatthegreatestthingisover。"
  "Idon’tknowyou,"shesaidtremulously。"Youhavegrownupinamoment。Younevertalkedtous,andyetyouunderstanditall。
  Tellmeagain——Icanonlytrustyou——whereheis。"
  "Heisinheaven。"
  "Youaresure?"
  ItpuzzledherthatRickie,whocouldscarcelytellyouthetimewithoutasavingclause,shouldbesocertainaboutimmortality。
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  Hedidnotstopforthefuneral。Mr。PembrokethoughtthathehadabadeffectonAgnes,andpreventedherfromacquiescinginthetragedyasrapidlyasshemighthavedone。Asheexpressedit,"onemustnotcourtsorrow,"andhehintedtotheyoungmanthattheydesiredtobealone。
  RickiewentbacktotheSilts。
  Hewasonlythereafewdays。AssoonastermopenedhereturnedtoCambridge,forwhichhelongedpassionately。Thejourneythitherwasnowfamiliartohim,andhetookpleasureineachlandmark。ThefairvalleyofTewinWater,thecuttingintoHitchinwherethetraintraversesthechalk,BaldockChurch,Roystonwithitspromiseofdowns,werenothinginthemselves,butdearasstagesinthepilgrimagetowardstheabodeofpeace。
  Ontheplatformhemetfriends。Theyhadallhadpleasantvacations:itwasahappyworld。Theatmospherealters。
  Cambridge,accordingtohercustom,welcomedhersonswithopendrains。Pettycurywasup,sowasTrinityStreet,andnavviespeepedoutofKing’sParade。Hereitwasgas,thereelectriclight,buteverywheresomething,andalwaysasmell。Itwasalsothedaythatthewheelsfelloffthestationtram,andRickie,whowasnaturallyinside,wasamongthepassengerswho"sustainednoinjurybutashock,andhadasheartyalaughoverthemishapafterwardsasanyone。"