’Whendidyoup-p-partfromhim？’sheasked，hernetherlipstartingoffquiveringsomuchthatitwaslikeatremolo-stopopenedinherspeech。Shelongedtorunawayfromthisdreadfulboreandcryhereyesout。
　　’Justnow，intheturnpikeroadyonderthere。’
　　’What！hehasactuallygonepastmygates？’
　　’Yes。Whenwegottothem——handsomegatestheyare，too，thefinestbitofmodernwrought-ironworkIhaveseen——whenwecametothemwestopped，talkingtherealittlewhile，andthenhewishedmegood-
　　byeandwenton。Thetruthis，he’salittlebitdepressedjustnow，anddoesn’twanttoseeanybody。He’saverygoodfellow，andawarmfriend，butalittleuncertainandgloomysometimes；hethinkstoomuchofthings。Hispoetryisrathertooeroticandpassionate，youknow，forsometastes；andhehasjustcomeinforaterribleslatingfromthe——Reviewthatwaspublishedyesterday；hesawacopyofitatthestationbyaccident。Perhapsyou’vereadit？’
　　’No。’
　　’Somuchthebetter。O，itisnotworththinkingof；justoneofthosearticleswrittentoorder，topleasethenarrow-mindedsetofsubscribersuponwhomthecirculationdepends。Buthe’supsetbyit。Hesaysitisthemisrepresentationthathurtshimso；that，thoughhecanstandafairattack，hecan’tstandliesthathe’spowerlesstorefuteandstopfromspreading。That’sjustTrewe’sweakpoint。Helivessomuchbyhimselfthatthesethingsaffecthimmuchmorethantheywouldifhewereinthebustleoffashionableorcommerciallife。Sohewouldn’tcomehere，makingtheexcusethatitalllookedsonewandmonied——ifyou’llpardon——’
　　’But——hemusthaveknown——therewassympathyhere！Hasheneversaidanythingaboutgettinglettersfromthisaddress？’
　　’Yes，yes，hehas，fromJohnIvy——perhapsarelativeofyours，hethought，visitinghereatthetime？’
　　’Didhe——likeIvy，didhesay？’
　　’Well，Idon’tknowthathetookanygreatinterestinIvy。’
　　’Orinhispoems？’
　　’Orinhispoems——sofarasIknow，thatis。’
　　RobertTrewetooknointerestinherhouse，inherpoems，orintheirwriter。Assoonasshecouldgetawayshewentintothenurseryandtriedtoletoffheremotionbyunnecessarilykissingthechildren，tillshehadasuddensenseofdisgustatbeingremindedhowplain-lookingtheywere，liketheirfather。
　　Theobtuseandsingle-mindedlandscape-painterneveronceperceivedfromherconversationthatitwasonlyTreweshewanted，andnothimself。Hemadethebestofhisvisit，seemingtoenjoythesocietyofElla’shusband，whoalsotookagreatfancytohim，andshowedhimeverywhereabouttheneighbourhood，neitherofthemnoticingElla’smood。
　　Thepainterhadbeengoneonlyadayortwowhen，whilesittingupstairsaloneonemorning，sheglancedovertheLondonpaperjustarrived，andreadthefollowingparagraph:-
　　’SUICIDEOFAPOET
　　’Mr。RobertTrewe，whohasbeenfavourablyknownforsomeyearsasoneofourrisinglyrists，committedsuicideathislodgingsatSolentseaonSaturdayeveninglastbyshootinghimselfintherighttemplewitharevolver。ReadershardlyneedtoberemindedthatMr。
　　Trewehasrecentlyattractedtheattentionofamuchwiderpublicthanhadhithertoknownhim，byhisnewvolumeofverse，mostlyofanimpassionedkind，entitled“LyricstoaWomanUnknown，“whichhasbeenalreadyfavourablynoticedinthesepagesfortheextraordinarygamutoffeelingittraverses，andwhichhasbeenmadethesubjectofasevere，ifnotferocious，criticisminthe——Review。Itissupposed，thoughnotcertainlyknown，thatthearticlemayhavepartiallyconducedtothesadact，asacopyofthereviewinquestionwasfoundonhiswriting-table；andhehasbeenobservedtobeinasomewhatdepressedstateofmindsincethecritiqueappeared。’
　　Thencamethereportoftheinquest，atwhichthefollowingletterwasread，ithavingbeenaddressedtoafriendatadistance:-
　　’DEAR-，——BeforetheselinesreachyourhandsIshallbedeliveredfromtheinconveniencesofseeing，hearing，andknowingmoreofthethingsaroundme。IwillnottroubleyoubygivingmyreasonsforthestepIhavetaken，thoughIcanassureyoutheyweresoundandlogical。PerhapshadIbeenblessedwithamother，orasister，orafemalefriendofanothersorttenderlydevotedtome，Imighthavethoughtitworthwhiletocontinuemypresentexistence。Ihavelongdreamtofsuchanunattainablecreature，asyouknow，andshe，thisundiscoverable，elusiveone，inspiredmylastvolume；theimaginarywomanalone，for，inspiteofwhathasbeensaidinsomequarters，thereisnorealwomanbehindthetitle。Shehascontinuedtothelastunrevealed，unmet，unwon。Ithinkitdesirabletomentionthisinorderthatnoblamemayattachtoanyrealwomanashavingbeenthecauseofmydeceasebycruelorcavaliertreatmentofme。TellmylandladythatIamsorrytohavecausedherthisunpleasantness；butmyoccupancyoftheroomswillsoonbeforgotten。Thereareamplefundsinmynameatthebanktopayallexpenses。R。TREWE。’
　　Ellasatforawhileasifstunned，thenrushedintotheadjoiningchamberandflungherselfuponherfaceonthebed。
　　Hergriefanddistractionshookhertopieces；andshelayinthisfrenzyofsorrowformorethananhour。Brokenwordscameeverynowandthenfromherquiveringlips:’O，ifhehadonlyknownofme——
　　knownofme——me！……O，ifIhadonlyoncemethim——onlyonce；andputmyhanduponhishotforehead——kissedhim——lethimknowhowI
　　lovedhim——thatIwouldhavesufferedshameandscorn，wouldhavelivedanddied，forhim！Perhapsitwouldhavesavedhisdearlife！……Butno——itwasnotallowed！GodisajealousGod；andthathappinesswasnotforhimandme！’
　　Allpossibilitieswereover；themeetingwasstultified。Yetitwasalmostvisibletoherinherfantasyevennow，thoughitcouldneverbesubstantiated-
　　’Thehourwhichmighthavebeen，yetmightnotbe，Whichman’sandwoman’sheartconceivedandbore，Yetwhereoflifewasbarren。’
　　ShewrotetothelandladyatSolentseainthethirdperson，inassubduedastyleasshecouldcommand，enclosingapostalorderforasovereign，andinformingMrs。HooperthatMrs。Marchmillhadseeninthepapersthesadaccountofthepoet’sdeath，andhavingbeen，asMrs。Hooperwasaware，muchinterestedinMr。TreweduringherstayatCoburgHouse，shewouldbeobligedifMrs。Hoopercouldobtainasmallportionofhishairbeforehiscoffinwascloseddown，andsenditherasamemorialofhim，asalsothephotographthatwasintheframe。
　　Bythereturn-postaletterarrivedcontainingwhathadbeenrequested。Ellaweptovertheportraitandsecureditinherprivatedrawer；thelockofhairshetiedwithwhiteribbonandputinherbosom，whenceshedrewitandkissediteverynowandtheninsomeunobservednook。
　　’What’sthematter？’saidherhusband，lookingupfromhisnewspaperononeoftheseoccasions。’Cryingoversomething？Alockofhair？
　　Whoseisit？’
　　’He’sdead！’shemurmured。
　　’Who？’
　　’Idon’twanttotellyou，Will，justnow，unlessyouinsist！’shesaid，asobhangingheavyinhervoice。
　　’O，allright。’
　　’Doyoumindmyrefusing？Iwilltellyousomeday。’
　　’Itdoesn’tmatterintheleast，ofcourse。’
　　Hewalkedawaywhistlingafewbarsofnotuneinparticular；andwhenhehadgotdowntohisfactoryinthecitythesubjectcameintoMarchmill’sheadagain。
　　He，too，wasawarethatasuicidehadtakenplacerecentlyatthehousetheyhadoccupiedatSolentsea。Havingseenthevolumeofpoemsinhiswife’shandoflate，andheardfragmentsofthelandlady’sconversationaboutTrewewhentheywerehertenants，heallatoncesaidtohimself；’Whyofcourseit’she！Howthedevildidshegettoknowhim？Whatslyanimalswomenare！’