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  Heshowedamoremanlyangernow,butwouldnotagree。Sheonhersidewasmorepersistent,andhehaddoubtswhethershecouldbetrustedinhisabsence。Butbyindignationandcontemptforhertastehecompletelymaintainedhisascendency;andfinallytakingherbeforealittlecrossandaltarthathehaderectedinhisbedroomforhisprivatedevotions,therebadeherkneel,andswearthatshewouldnotwedSamuelHobsonwithouthisconsent。’Iowethistomyfather!’hesaidThepoorwomanswore,thinkinghewouldsoftenassoonashewasordainedandinfullswingofclericalwork。Buthedidnot。Hiseducationhadbythistimesufficientlyoustedhishumanitytokeephimquitefirm;thoughhismothermighthaveledanidylliclifewithherfaithfulfruitererandgreengrocer,andnobodyhavebeenanythingtheworseintheworld。

  Herlamenessbecamemoreconfirmedastimewenton,andsheseldomorneverleftthehouseinthelongsouthernthoroughfare,wheresheseemedtobepiningherheartaway。’Whymayn’tIsaytoSamthatI’llmarryhim?Whymayn’tI?’shewouldmurmurplaintivelytoherselfwhennobodywasnear。

  Somefouryearsafterthisdateamiddle-agedmanwasstandingatthedoorofthelargestfruiterer’sshopinAldbrickham。Hewastheproprietor,butto-day,insteadofhisusualbusinessattire,heworeaneatsuitofblack;andhiswindowwaspartlyshuttered。Fromtherailway-stationafuneralprocessionwasseenapproaching:itpassedhisdoorandwentoutofthetowntowardsthevillageofGaymead。

  Theman,whoseeyeswerewet,heldhishatinhishandasthevehiclesmovedby;whilefromthemourningcoachayoungsmooth-

  shavenpriestinahighwaistcoatlookedblackasacloudattheshopkeeperstandingthere。

  Whethertheutilitarianortheintuitivetheoryofthemoralsensebeupheld,itisbeyondquestionthatthereareafewsubtle-souledpersonswithwhomtheabsolutegratuitousnessofanactofreparationisaninducementtoperformit;whileexhortationastoitsnecessitywouldbreedexcusesforleavingitundone。ThecaseofMr。MillborneandMrs。Franklandparticularlyillustratedthis,andperhapssomethingmore。

  Therewerefewfiguresbetterknowntothelocalcrossing-sweeperthanMr。Millborne’s,inhisdailycomingsandgoingsalongafamiliarandquietLondonstreet,wherehelivedinsidethedoormarkedeleven,thoughnotashouseholder。Inagehewasfiftyatleast,andhishabitswereasregularasthoseofapersoncanbewhohasnooccupationbutthestudyofhowtokeephimselfemployed。Heturnedalmostalwaystotherightongettingtotheendofhisstreet,thenhewentonwarddownBondStreettohisclub,whencehereturnedbypreciselythesamecourseaboutsixo’clock,onfoot;or,ifhewenttodine,lateroninacab。Hewasknowntobeamanofsomemeans,thoughapparentlynotwealthy。BeingabachelorheseemedtopreferhispresentmodeoflivingasalodgerinMrs。

  Towney’sbestrooms,withtheuseoffurniturewhichhehadboughttentimesoverinrentduringhistenancy,tohavingahouseofhisown。

  Noneamonghisacquaintancetriedtoknowhimwell,forhismannerandmoodsdidnotexcitecuriosityordeepfriendship。Hewasnotamanwhoseemedtohaveanythingonhismind,anythingtoconceal,anythingtoimpart。Fromhiscasualremarksitwasgenerallyunderstoodthathewascountry-born,anativeofsomeplaceinWessex;thathehadcometoLondonasayoungmaninabanking-house,andhadrisentoapostofresponsibility;when,bythedeathofhisfather,whohadbeenfortunateinhisinvestments,thesonsucceededtoanincomewhichledhimtoretirefromabusinesslifesomewhatearly。

  Oneevening,whenhehadbeenunwellforseveraldays,DoctorBindoncamein,afterdinner,fromtheadjoiningmedicalquarter,andsmokedwithhimoverthefire。Thepatient’sailmentwasnotsuchastorequiremuchthought,andtheytalkedtogetheronindifferentsubjects。

  ’Iamalonelyman,Bindon——alonelyman,’Millbornetookoccasiontosay,shakinghisheadgloomily。’Youdon’tknowsuchlonelinessasmine……AndtheolderIgetthemoreIamdissatisfiedwithmyself。Andto-dayIhavebeen,throughanaccident,morethanusuallyhauntedbywhat,aboveallothereventsofmylife,causesthatdissatisfaction——therecollectionofanunfulfilledpromisemadetwentyyearsago。InordinaryaffairsIhavealwaysbeenconsideredamanofmywordandperhapsitisonthataccountthataparticularvowIoncemade,anddidnotkeep,comesbacktomewithamagnitudeoutofallproportionIdaresaytoitsrealgravity,especiallyatthistimeofday。Youknowthediscomfortcausedatnightbythehalf-sleepingsensethatadoororwindowhasbeenleftunfastened,orinthedaybytheremembranceofunansweredletters。Sodoesthatpromisehauntmefromtimetotime,andhasdoneto-dayparticularly。’

  Therewasapause,andtheysmokedon。Millborne’seyes,thoughfixedonthefire,werereallyregardingattentivelyatownintheWestofEngland。

  ’Yes,’hecontinued,’Ihaveneverquiteforgottenit,thoughduringthebusyyearsofmylifeitwasshelvedandburiedunderthepressureofmypursuits。And,asIsay,to-dayinparticular,anincidentinthelaw-reportofasomewhatsimilarkindhasbroughtitbackagainvividly。However,whatitwasIcantellyouinafewwords,thoughnodoubtyou,asamanoftheworld,willsmileatthethinnessofmyskinwhenyouhearit……Icameuptotownatone-

  and-twenty,fromToneborough,inOuterWessex,whereIwasborn,andwhere,beforeIleft,Ihadwontheheartofayoungwomanofmyownage。Ipromisedhermarriage,tookadvantageofmypromise,and——amabachelor。’

  ’Theoldstory。’

  Theothernodded。

  ’Ilefttheplace,andthoughtatthetimeIhaddoneaverycleverthingingettingsoeasilyoutofanentanglement。ButIhavelivedlongenoughforthatpromisetoreturntobotherme——tobehonest,notaltogetherasaprickingoftheconscience,butasadissatisfactionwithmyselfasaspecimenoftheheapoffleshcalledhumanity。IfIweretoaskyoutolendmefiftypounds,whichI

  wouldrepayyounextmidsummer,andIdidnotrepayyou,Ishouldconsidermyselfashabbysortoffellow,especiallyifyouwantedthemoneybadly。YetIpromisedthatgirljustasdistinctly;andthencoollybrokemyword,asifdoingsowererathersmartconductthanameanaction,forwhichthepoorvictimherself,encumberedwithachild,andnotI,hadreallytopaythepenalty,inspiteofcertainpecuniaryaidthatwasgiven。There,that’stheretrospectivetroublethatIamalwaysunearthing;andyoumayhardlybelievethatthoughsomanyyearshaveelapsed,anditisallgonebyanddonewith,andshemustbegettingonforanoldwomannow,asIamforanoldman,itreallyoftendestroysmysenseofself-respectstill。’

  ’O,Icanunderstandit。Alldependsuponthetemperament。

  Thousandsofmenwouldhaveforgottenallaboutit;sowouldyou,perhaps,ifyouhadmarriedandhadafamily。Didsheevermarry?’

  ’Idon’tthinkso。Ono——sheneverdid。SheleftToneborough,andlateronappearedunderanothernameatExonbury,inthenextcounty,whereshewasnotknown。ItisveryseldomthatIgodownintothatpartofthecountry,butinpassingthroughExonbury,ononeoccasion,Ilearntthatshewasquiteasettledresidentthere,asateacherofmusic,orsomethingofthekind。ThatmuchIcasuallyheardwhenIwastheretwoorthreeyearsago。ButIhaveneverseteyesonhersinceouroriginalacquaintance,andshouldnotknowherifImether。’

  ’Didthechildlive?’askedthedoctor。

  ’Forseveralyears,certainly,’repliedhisfriend。’Icannotsayifsheislivingnow。Itwasalittlegirl。Shemightbemarriedbythistimeasfarasyearsgo。’

  ’Andthemother——wassheadecent,worthyyoungwoman?’

  ’Oyes;asensible,quietgirl,neitherattractivenorunattractivetotheordinaryobserver;simplycommonplace。Herpositionatthetimeofouracquaintancewasnotsogoodasmine。Myfatherwasasolicitor,asIthinkIhavetoldyou。Shewasayounggirlinamusic-shop;anditwasrepresentedtomethatitwouldbebeneathmypositiontomarryher。Hencetheresult。’

  ’Well,allIcansayisthataftertwentyyearsitisprobablytoolatetothinkofmendingsuchamatter。Ithasdoubtlessbythistimemendeditself。Youhadbetterdismissitfromyourmindasanevilpastyourcontrol。Ofcourse,ifmotheranddaughterarealive,oreither,youmightsettlesomethinguponthem,ifyouwereinclined,andhadittospare。’

  ’Well,Ihaven’tmuchtospare;andIhaverelationsinnarrowcircumstances——perhapsnarrowerthantheirs。Butthatisnotthepoint。WereIeversorichIfeelIcouldnotrectifythepastbymoney。Ididnotpromisetoenrichher。Onthecontrary,Itoldheritwouldprobablybedirepovertyforbothofus。ButIdidpromisetomakehermywife。’

  ’Thenfindheranddoit,’saidthedoctorjocularlyasherosetoleave。

  ’Ah,Bindon。That,ofcourse,istheobviousjest。ButIhaven’ttheslightestdesireformarriage;IamquitecontenttoliveasI

  havelived。Iamabachelorbynature,andinstinct,andhabit,andeverything。Besides,thoughIrespectherstillforshewasnotanatomtoblame,Ihaven’tanyshadowofloveforher。Inmymindsheexistsasoneofthosewomenyouthinkwellof,butfinduninteresting。ItwouldbepurelywiththeideaofputtingwrongrightthatIshouldhuntherup,andproposetodoitoff-hand。’

  ’Youdon’tthinkofitseriously?’saidhissurprisedfriend。

  ’IsometimesthinkthatIwould,ifitwerepracticable;simply,asI

  say,torecovermysenseofbeingamanofhonour。’

  ’Iwishyouluckintheenterprise,’saidDoctorBindon。’You’llsoonbeoutofthatchair,andthenyoucanputyourimpulsetothetest。But——aftertwentyyearsofsilence——Ishouldsay,don’t!’

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