Hehadbeenrestlessallthisweek，sincehisattempttoprosecutetrusteeship，uneasyinhisconsciencewhichwaseveracute，disturbedinhissenseofcompassionwhichwaseasilyexcited，andwithaqueersensationasifhisfeelingforbeautyhadreceivedsomedefiniteembodiment。Autumnwasgettingholdoftheoldoak-tree，itsleaveswerebrowning。Sunshinehadbeenplentifulandhotthissummer。Aswithtrees，sowithmen’slives！’Ioughttolivelong，’thoughtJolyon；’I’mgettingmildewedforwantofheat。IfIcan’twork，IshallbeofftoParis。’ButmemoryofParisgavehimnopleasure。Besides，howcouldhego?HemuststayandseewhatSoameswasgoingtodo。’I’mhertrustee。I
can’tleaveherunprotected，’hethought。IthadbeenstrikinghimascurioushowveryclearlyhecouldstillseeIreneinherlittledrawing-roomwhichhehadonlytwiceentered。Herbeautymusthaveasortofpoignantharmony！Noliteralportraitwouldeverdoherjustice；theessenceofherwas——ahIwhat?……Thenoiseofhoofscalledhimbacktotheotherwindow。Hollywasridingintotheyardonherlong-tailed’palfrey。’Shelookedupandhewavedtoher。Shehadbeenrathersilentlately；gettingold，hesupposed，beginningtowantherfuture，astheyalldid——youngsters！
Timewascertainlythedevil！Andwiththefeelingthattowastethisswift-travellingcommoditywasunforgivablefolly，hetookuphisbrush。Butitwasnouse；hecouldnotconcentratehiseye——
besides，thelightwasgoing。’I’llgouptotown，’hethought。
Inthehallaservantmethim。”Aladytoseeyou，sir；Mrs。Heron。”