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Pausing　a　minute　amongst　the　bushes；　Hilary　too　had　looked　at　the　lighted　window　which　broke　the　dark　front　of　his　house；　and　his　little　moonlight　bulldog；　peering　round　his　legs；　had　gazed　up　also。　Mr。　Stone　was　still　standing；　pen　in　hand；　presumably　deep　in　thought。　　His　silvered　head　and　beard　moved　slightly　to　the　efforts　of　his　brain。　　He　came　over　to　the　window；　and；　evidently　not　seeing　his　son…in…law；　faced　out　into　the　night。

In　that　darkness　were　all　the　shapes　and　lights　and　shadows　of　a　London　night　in　spring：　the　trees　in　dark　bloom；　the　wan　yellow　of　the　gas…lamps；　pale　emblems　of　the　self…consciousness　of　towns；　the　clustered　shades　of　the　tiny　leaves；　spilled；　purple；　on　the　surface　of　the　road；　like　bunches　of　black　grapes　squeezed　down　into　the　earth　by　the　feet　of　the　passers…by。　　There；　too；　were　shapes　of　men　and　women　hurrying　home；　and　the　great　blocked　shapes　of　the　houses　where　they　lived。　　A　halo　hovered　above　the　Citya　high　haze　of　yellow　light；　dimming　the　stars。　　The　black；　slow　figure　of　a　policeman　moved　noiselessly　along　the　railings　opposite。

》From　then　till　eleven　o'clock；　when　he　would　make　himself　some　cocoa　on　a　little　spirit…lamp；　the　writer　of　the　〃Book　of　Universal　Brotherhood〃　would　alternate　between　his　bent　posture　above　his　manuscript　and　his　blank　consideration　of　the　night。。。。

With　a　jerk；　Hilary　came　back　to　his　reflections　beneath　the　bust　of　Socrates。

〃Each　of　us　has　a　shadow　in　those　placesin　those　streets！〃

There　certainly　was　a　virus　in　that　notion。　　One　must　either　take　it　as　a　jest；　like　Stephen；　or；　what　must　one　do？　　How　far　was　it　one's　business　to　identify　oneself　with　other　people；　especially　the　helplesshow　far　to　preserve　oneself　intact'integer　vita'？　　Hilary　was　no　young　person；　like　his　niece　or　Martin；　to　whom　everything　seemed　simple；　nor　was　he　an　old　person　like　their　grandfather；　for　whom　life　had　lost　its　complications。

And；　very　conscious　of　his　natural　disabilities　for　a　decision　on　a　like；　or　indeed　on　any；　subject　except；　perhaps；　a　point　of　literary　technique；　he　got　up　from　his　writing…table；　and；　taking　his　little　bulldog；　went　out。　　His　intention　was　to　visit　Mrs。　Hughs　in　Hound　Street；　and　see　with　his　own　eyes　the　state　of　things。　　But　he　had　another　reason；　too；　for　wishing　to　go　there　。。。。




CHAPTER　IV

THE　LITTLE　MODEL

When　in　the　preceding　autumn　Bianca　began　her　picture　called　〃The　Shadow；〃　nobody　was　more　surprised　than　Hilary　that　she　asked　him　to　find　her　a　model　for　the　figure。　　Not　knowing　the　nature　of　the　picture；　nor　having　been　for　many　yearsperhaps　neveradmitted　into　the　workings　of　his　wife's　spirit；　he　said：

〃Why　don't　you　ask　Thyme　to　sit　for　you？〃

Blanca　answered：　〃She's　not　the　type　at　alltoo　matter…of…fact。　Besides；　I　don't　want　a　lady；　the　figure's　to　be　half　draped。〃

Hilary　smiled。

Blanca　knew　quite　well　that　he　was　smiling　at　this　distinction　between　ladies　and　other　women；　and　understood　that　he　was　smiling；　not　so　much　at　her；　but　at　himself；　for　secretly　agreeing　with　the　distinction　she　had　made。

And　suddenly　she　smiled　too。

There　was　the　whole　history　of　their　married　life　in　those　two　smiles。　　They　meant　so　much：　so　many　thousand　hours　of　suppressed　irritation；　so　many　baffled　longings　and　earnest　efforts　to　bring　their　natures　together。　　They　were　the　supreme；　quiet　evidence　of　the　divergence　of　two　livesthat　slow　divergence　which　had　been　far　from　being　wilful；　and　was　the　more　hopeless　in　that　it　had　been　so　gradual　and　so　gentle。　　They　had　never　really　had　a　quarrel；　having　enlightened　views　of　marriage；　but　they　had　smiled。　　They　had　smiled　so　often　through　so　many　years　that　no　two　people　in　the　world　could　very　well　be　further　from　each　other。　　Their　smiles　had　banned　the　revelation　even　to　themselves　of　the　tragedy　of　their　wedded　state。　It　is　certain　that　neither　could　help　those　smiles；　which　were　not　intended　to　wound；　but　came　on　their　faces　as　naturally　as　moonlight　falls　on　water；　out　of　their　inimically　constituted　souls。

Hilary　spent　two　afternoons　among　his　artist　friends；　trying；　by　means　of　the　indications　he　had　gathered；　to　find　a　model　for　〃The　Shadow。〃　　He　had　found　one　at　last。　　Her　name；　Barton；　and　address　had　been　given　him　by　a　painter　of　still　life；　called　French。

〃She's　never　sat　to　me；〃　he　said；　〃my　sister　discovered　her　in　the　West　Country　somewhere。　　She's　got　a　story　of　some　sort。　　I　don't　know　what。　　She　came　up　about　three　months　ago；　I　think。〃

〃She's　not　sitting　to　your　sister　now？〃　　Hilary　asked。

〃No；〃　said　the　painter　of　still　life；　〃my　sister's　married　and　gone　out　to　India。　　I　don't　know　whether　she'd　sit　for　the　half…draped；　but　I　should　think　so。　　She'll　have　to；　sooner　or　later；　she　may　as　well　begin；　especially　to　a　woman。　　There's　a　something　about　her　that's　attractiveyou　might　try　her！〃　　And　with　these　words　he　resumed　the　painting　of　still　life　which　he　had　broken　off　to　talk　to　Hilary。

Hilary　had　written　to　this　girl　to　come　and　see　him。　　She　had　come　just　before　dinner　the　same　day。

He　found　her　standing　in　the　middle　of　his　study；　not　daring；　as　it　seemed；　to　go　near　the　furniture；　and　as　there　was　very　little　light；　he　could　hardly　see　her　face。　　She　was　resting　a　foot；　very　patient；　very　still；　in　an　old　brown　skirt；　an　ill…shaped　blouse；　and　a　blue…　green　tam…o'…shanter　cap。　　Hilary　turned　up　the　light。　　He　saw　a　round　little　face　with　broad　cheekbones；　flower…blue　eyes；　short　lamp…black　lashes；　and　slightly　parted　lips。　　It　was　difficult　to　judge　of　her　figure　in　those　old　clothes；　but　she　was　neither　short　nor　tall；　her　neck　was　white　and　well　set　on；　her　hair　pale　brown　and　abundant。　　Hilary　noted　that　her　chin；　though　not　receding；　was　too　soft　and　small；　but　what　he　noted　chiefly　was　her　look　of　patient　expectancy；　as　though　beyond　the　present　she　were　seeing　something；　not　necessarily　pleasant；　which　had　to　come。　　If　he　had　not　known　from　the　painter　of　still　life　that　she　was　from　the　country；　he　would　have　thought　her　a　town…bred　girl；　she　looked　so　pale。　　Her　appearance；　at　all　events；　was　not　〃too　matter…of…fact。〃　　Her　speech；　however；　with　its　slight　West…Country　burr；　was　matter…of…fact　enough；　concerned　entirely　with　how　long　she　would　have　to　sit；　and　the　pay　she　was　to　get　for　it。　　In　the　middle　of　their　conversation　she　sank　down　on　the　floor；　and　Hilary　was　driven　to　restore　her　with　biscuits　and　liqueur；　which　in　his　haste　he　took　for　brandy。　　It　seemed　she　had　not　eaten　since　her　breakfast　the　day　before；　which　had　consisted　of　a　cup　of　tea。　　In　answer　to　his　remonstrance；　she　made　this　matter…of…fact　remark：

〃If　you　haven't　money；　you　can't　buy　things。。。。　　There's　no　one　I　can　ask　up　here；　I'm　a　stranger。〃

〃Then　you　haven't　been　getting　work？〃

〃No；〃　the　little　model　answered　sullenly；　〃　I　don't　want　to　sit　as　most　of　them　want　me　to　till　I'm　obliged。〃　　The　blood　rushed　up　in　her　face　with　startling　vividness；　then　left　it　white　again。

'Ah！'　thought　Hilary；　'she　has　had　experience　already。'

Both　he　and　his　wife　were　accessible　to　cases　of　distress；　but　the　nature　of　their　charity　was　different。　　Hilary　was　constitutionally　unable　to　refuse　his　aid　to　anything　that　held　out　a　hand　for　it。　Bianca　（whose　sociology　was　sounder）；　while　affirming　that　charity　was　wrong；　since　in　a　properly　constituted　State　no　one　should　need　help；　referred　her　cases；　like　Stephen；　to　the　〃Society　for　the　Prevention　of　Begging；〃　which　took　much　time　and　many　pains　to　ascertain　the　worst。

But　in　this　case　what　was　of　importance　was　that　the　poor　girl　should　have　a　meal；　and　after　that　to　find　out　if　she　were　living　in　a　decent　house；　and　since　she　appeared　not　to　be；　to　recommend　her　somewhere　better。　　And　as　in　charity　it　is　always　well　to　kill　two　birds　with　one　expenditure　of　force；　it　was　found　that　Mrs。　Hughs；　the　seamstress；　had　a　single　room　to　let　unfurnished；　and　would　be　more　than　glad　of　four　shillings；　or　even　three　and　six；　a　week　for　it。　　Furniture　was　also　found　for　her：　a　bed　that　creaked；　a　washstand；　table；　and　chest　of　drawers；　a　carpet；　two　chairs；　and　certain　things　to　cook　with；　some　of　those　old　photographs　and　prints　that　hide　in　cupboards；　and　a　peculiar　little　clock；　which　frequently　forgot　the　time　of　day。　　All　these　and　some　elementary　articles　of　dress　were　sent　round　in　a　little　van；　with　three　ferns　whose　time　had　nearly　come；　and　a　piece　of　the　plant　called　〃honesty。〃　　Soon　after　this　she　came　to　〃sit。〃　　She　was　a　very　quiet　and　passive　little　model；　and　was　not　required　to　pose　half…draped；　Bianca　having　decided　that；　after　all；　〃The　Shadow〃　was　better　represented　fully　clothed；　for；　though　she　discussed　the　nude；　and　looked　on　it　with　freedom；　when　it　came　to　painting　unclothed　people；　she　felt　a　sort　of　physical　aversion。

Hilary；　who　was　curious；　as　a　man　naturally　would　be；　about　anyone　who　had　fainted　from　hunger　at　his　feet；　came　every　now　and　then　to　see；　and　would　sit　watching　this　little　half…starved　girl　with　kindly　and　screwed…up　eyes。　　About　his　personality　there　was　all　the　evidence　of　that　saying　current　among　those　who　knew　him：　〃Hilary　would　walk　a　mile　sooner　than　tread　on　an　ant。〃　　The　little　model；　from　the　moment　when　he　poured　liqueur　between　her　teeth；　seemed　to　feel　he　had　a　claim　on　her；　for　she　reserved　her　small；　matter…of…　fact　confessions　for　his　ears。　　She　made　them　in　the　garden；　coming　in　or　going　out；　or　outside；　and；　now　and　then；　inside　his　study；　like　a　child　who　comes　and　shows　you　a　sore　finger。　　Thus；　quite　suddenly：

〃I've　four　shillings　left　over　this　week；　Mr。　Dallison；〃　or；　〃Old　Mr。　Creed's　gone　to　the　hospital　to…day；　Mr。　Dallison。〃

Her　face　soon　became　less　bloodless　than　on　that　first　evening；　but　it　was　still　pale；　inclined　to　colour　in　wrong　places　on　cold　days；　with　little　blue　veins　about　the　temples　and　shadows　under　the　eyes。　The　lips　were　still　always　a　trifle　parted；　and　she　still　seemed　to　be　looking　out　for　what　was　coming；　like　a　little　Madonna；　or　Venus；　in　a　Botticelli　picture。　　This　look　of　hers；　coupled　with　the　matter…　of…factness　of　her　speech；　gave　its　flavour　to　her　personality。。。。

On　Christmas　Day　the　picture　was　on　view　to　Mr。　Purcey；　who　had　chanced　to　〃give　his　car　a　run；〃　and　to　other　connoi