\"Whatluck！\"criedJon。\"ItJammed。\"
\"Yes，\"saidFleur;\"Iwasholdingit。\"
Thetrainmovedout，andJonfellonhisknees。
\"Lookoutforthecorridor，\"shewhispered;\"and——quick！\"
Herlipsmethis。Andthoughtheirkissonlylastedperhapstenseconds，Jon’ssoullefthisbodyandwentsofarbeyond，that，whenhewasagainsittingoppositethatdemurefigure，hewaspaleasdeath。Heheardhersigh，andthesoundseemedtohimthemostprecioushehadeverheard——anexquisitedeclarationthathemeantsomethingtoher。
\"Sixweeksisn’treallylong，\"shesaid;\"andyoucaneasilymakeitsixifyoukeepyourheadoutthere，andneverseemtothinkofme。\"
Jongasped。
\"Thisisjustwhat’sreallywanted，Jon，toconvincethem，don’tyousee？Ifwe’rejustasbadwhenyoucomebackthey’llstopbeingridiculousaboutit。Only，I’msorryit’snotSpain;there’sagirlinaGoyapictureatMadridwho’slikeme，Fathersays。Onlysheisn’t——we’vegotacopyofher。\"
ItwastoJonlikearayofsunshinepiercingthroughafog。\"I’llmakeitSpain，\"hesaid，\"Motherwon’tmind;she’sneverbeenthere。
AndmyFatherthinksalotofGoya。\"
\"Oh！yes，he’sapainter——isn’the？\"
\"Onlywater—colour，\"saidJon，withhonesty。
\"WhenwecometoReading，Jon，getoutfirstandgodowntoCavershamlockandwaitforme。I’llsendthecarhomeandwe’llwalkbythetowing—path。\"
Jonseizedherhandingratitude，andtheysatsilent，withtheworldwelllost，andoneeyeonthecorridor。Butthetrainseemedtoruntwiceasfastnow，anditssoundwasalmostlostinthatofJon’ssighing。
\"We’regettingnear，\"saidFleur;\"thetowing—path’sawfullyexposed。
Onemore！Oh！Jon，don’tforgetme。\"
Jonansweredwithhiskiss。Andverysoon，aflushed，distracted—
lookingyouthcouldhavebeenseen——astheysay——leapingfromthetrainandhurryingalongtheplatform，searchinghispocketsforhisticket。
Whenatlastsherejoinedhimonthetowing—pathalittlebeyondCavershamlockhehadmadeaneffort，andregainedsomemeasureofequanimity。Iftheyhadtopart，hewouldnotmakeascene！A
breezebythebrightriverthrewthewhitesideofthewillowleavesupintothesunlight，andfollowedthosetwowithitsfaintrustle。
\"ItoldourchauffeurthatIwastrain—giddy，\"saidFleur。\"Didyoulookprettynaturalasyouwentout？\"
\"Idon’tknow。Whatisnatural？\"
\"It’snaturaltoyoutolookseriouslyhappy。WhenIfirstsawyouI
thoughtyouweren’tabitlikeotherpeople。\"
\"ExactlywhatIthoughtwhenIsawyou。IknewatonceIshouldneverloveanybodyelse。\"
Fleurlaughed。
\"We’reabsurdlyyoung。Andlove’syoungdreamisoutofdate，Jon。
Besides，it’sawfullywasteful。Thinkofallthefunyoumighthave。
Youhaven’tbegun，even;it’sashame，really。Andthere’sme。I
wonder！\"
ConfusioncameonJon’sspirit。Howcouldshesaysuchthingsjustastheyweregoingtopart？
\"Ifyoufeellikethat，\"hesaid，\"Ican’tgo。IshalltellMotherthatIoughttotryandwork。There’salwaystheconditionoftheworld！\"
\"Theconditionoftheworld！\"
Jonthrusthishandsdeepintohispockets。
\"Butthereis，\"hesaid;\"thinkofthepeoplestarving！\"
Fleurshookherhead。\"No，no，Inever，neverwillmakemyselfmiserablefornothing。\"
\"Nothing！Butthere’sanawfulstateofthings，andofcourseoneoughttohelp。\"
\"Oh！yes，Iknowallthat。Butyoucan’thelppeople，Jon;they’rehopeless。Whenyoupullthemouttheyonlygetintoanotherhole。
Lookatthem，stillfightingandplottingandstruggling，thoughthey’redyinginheapsallthetime。Idiots！\"
\"Aren’tyousorryforthem？\"
\"Oh！sorry——yes，butI’mnotgoingtomakemyselfunhappyaboutit;
that’snogood。\"
Andtheyweresilent，disturbedbythisfirstglimpseofeachother’snatures。
\"Ithinkpeoplearebrutesandidiots，\"saidFleurstubbornly。
\"Ithinkthey’repoorwretches，\"saidJon。Itwasasiftheyhadquarrelled——andatthissupremeandawfulmoment，withpartingvisibleoutthereinthatlastgapofthewillows！
\"Well，goandhelpyourpoorwretches，anddon’tthinkofme。\"
Jonstoodstill。Sweatbrokeoutonhisforehead，andhislimbstrembled。Fleurtoohadstopped，andwasfrowningattheriver。
\"Imustbelieveinthings，\"saidJonwithasortofagony;\"we’reallmeanttoenjoylife。\"
Fleurlaughed。\"Yes;andthat’swhatyouwon’tdo，ifyoudon’ttakecare。Butperhapsyourideaofenjoymentistomakeyourselfwretched。Therearelotsofpeoplelikethat，ofcourse。\"
Shewaspale，hereyeshaddarkened，herlipshadthinned。WasitFleurthusstaringatthewater？Jonhadanunrealfeelingasifhewerepassingthroughthesceneinabookwheretheloverhastochoosebetweenloveandduty。Butjustthenshelookedroundathim。
Neverwasanythingsointoxicatingasthatvivaciouslook。Itactedonhimexactlyasthetugofachainactsonadog——broughthimuptoherwithhistailwaggingandhistongueout。
\"Don’tlet’sbesilly，\"shesaid，\"time’stooshort。Look，Jon，youcanjustseewhereI’vegottocrosstheriver。There，roundthebend，wherethewoodsbegin。\"
Jonsawagable，achimneyortwo，apatchofwallthroughthetrees—
—andfelthisheartsink。
\"Imustn’tdawdleanymore。It’snogoodgoingbeyondthenexthedge，itgetsallopen。Let’sgetontoitandsaygood—bye。\"
Theywentsidebyside，handinhand，silentlytowardthehedge，wherethemay—flower，bothpinkandwhite，wasinfullbloom。
\"MyClub’sthe’Talisman，’StrattonStreet，Piccadilly。Letterstherewillbequitesafe，andI’malmostalwaysuponceaweek。\"
Jonnodded。Hisfacehadbecomeextremelyset，hiseyesstaredstraightbeforehim。
\"To—day’sthetwenty—thirdofMay，\"saidFleur;\"ontheninthofJulyIshallbeinfrontofthe’BacchusandAriadne’atthreeo’clock;
willyou？\"
\"Iwill。\"
\"IfyoufeelasbadasIit’sallright。Letthosepeoplepass！\"
AmanandwomanairingtheirchildrenwentbystrungoutinSundayfashion。
Thelastofthempassedthewicketgate。
\"Domesticity！\"saidFleur，andblottedherselfagainstthehawthornhedge。Theblossomsprayedoutaboveherhead，andonepinkclusterbrushedhercheek。Jonputuphishandjealouslytokeepitoff。
\"Good—bye，Jon。\"Forasecondtheystoodwithhandshardclasped。
Thentheirlipsmetforthethirdtime，andwhentheypartedFleurbrokeawayandfledthroughthewicketgate。Jonstoodwhereshehadlefthim，withhisforeheadagainstthatpinkcluster。Gone！Foraneternity——forsevenweeksallbuttwodays！Andherehewas，wastingthelastsightofher！Herushedtothegate。Shewaswalkingswiftlyontheheelsofthestragglingchildren。Sheturnedherhead，hesawherhandmakealittleflittinggesture;thenshespedon，andthetrailingfamilyblottedheroutfromhisview。
Thewordsofacomicsong——
\"Paddingtongroan—worsteverknown——
HegaveasepulchralPaddingtongroan——\"
cameintohishead，andhespedincontinentlybacktoReadingstation。AllthewayuptoLondonanddowntoWansdonhesatwith\"TheHeartoftheTrail\"openonhisknee，knittinginhisheadapoemsofulloffeelingthatitwouldnotrhyme。
XII
CAPRICE
Fleurspedon。Shehadneedofrapidmotion;shewaslate，andwantedallherwitsaboutherwhenshegotin。Shepassedtheislands，thestation，andhotel，andwasabouttotaketheferry，whenshesawaskiffwithayoungmanstandingupinit，andholdingtothebushes。
\"MissForsyte，\"hesaid;\"letmeputyouacross。I’vecomeonpurpose。\"
Shelookedathiminblankamazement。
\"It’sallright，I’vebeenhavingteawithyourpeople。IthoughtI’dsaveyouthelastbit。It’sonmyway，I’mjustoffbacktoPangbourne。Myname’sMont。Isawyouatthepicture—gallery——youremember——whenyourfatherinvitedmetoseehispictures。\"
\"Oh！\"saidFleur;\"yes——thehandkerchief。\"
TothisyoungmansheowedJon;and，takinghishand，shesteppeddownintotheskiff。Stillemotional，andalittleoutofbreath，shesatsilent;notsotheyoungman。Shehadneverheardanyonesaysomuchinsoshortatime。Hetoldherhisage，twenty—four;
hisweight，tenstoneeleven;hisplaceofresidence，notfaraway;
describedhissensationsunderfire，andwhatitfeltliketobegassed;criticizedtheJuno，mentionedhisownconceptionofthatgoddess;commentedontheGoyacopy，saidFleurwasnottooawfullylikeit;sketchedinrapidlytheconditionofEngland;spokeofMonsieurProfond——orwhateverhisnamewas——as\"anawfulsport\";
thoughtherfatherhadsome\"ripping\"picturesandsomerather\"dug—
up\";hopedhemightrowdownagainandtakeherontheriverbecausehewasquitetrustworthy;inquiredheropinionofTchekov，gaveherhisown;wishedtheycouldgototheRussianballettogethersometime——consideredthenameFleurForsytesimplytopping;cursedhispeopleforgivinghimthenameofMichaelonthetopofMont;
outlinedhisfather，andsaidthatifshewantedagoodbooksheshouldread\"Job\";hisfatherwasratherlikeJobwhileJobstillhadland。
\"ButJobdidn’thaveland，\"Fleurmurmured;\"heonlyhadflocksandherdsandmovedon。\"
\"Ah！\"answeredMichaelMont，\"Iwishmygov’norwouldmoveon。NotthatIwanthisland。Land’sanawfulboreinthesedays，don’tyouthink？\"
\"Weneverhaveitinmyfamily，\"saidFleur。\"Wehaveeverythingelse。Ibelieveoneofmygreat—unclesoncehadasentimentalfarminDorset，becausewecamefromthereoriginally，butitcosthimmorethanitmadehimhappy。\"
\"Didhesellit？\"
\"No;hekeptit。\"
\"Why？\"
\"Becausenobodywouldbuyit。\"
\"Goodfortheoldboy！\"
\"No，itwasn’tgoodforhim。Fathersaysitsouredhim。HisnamewasSwithin。\"
\"Whatacorkingname！\"
\"Doyouknowthatwe’regettingfartheroff，notnearer？Thisriverflows。\"
\"Splendid！\"criedMont，dippinghisscullsvaguely;\"it’sgoodtomeetagirlwho’sgotwit。\"
\"Butbettertomeetayoungmanwho’sgotitintheplural。\"
YoungMontraisedahandtotearhishair。
\"Lookout！\"criedFleur。\"Yourscull！\"
\"Allright！It’sthickenoughtobearascratch。\"
\"Doyoumindsculling？\"saidFleurseverely。\"Iwanttogetin。\"
\"Ah！\"saidMont;\"butwhenyougetin，yousee，Ishan’tseeyouanymoreto—day。Fini，astheFrenchgirlsaidwhenshejumpedonherbedaftersayingherprayers。Don’tyoublessthedaythatgaveyouaFrenchmother，andanamelikeyours？\"
\"Ilikemyname，butFathergaveitme。MotherwantedmecalledMarguerite。\"
\"Whichisabsurd。DoyoumindcallingmeM。M。andlettingmecallyouF。F。？It’sinthespiritoftheage。\"
\"Idon’tmindanything，solongasIgetin。\"
Montcaughtalittlecrab，andanswered:\"Thatwasanastyone！\"
\"Pleaserow。\"
\"Iam。\"Andhedidforseveralstrokes，lookingatherwithruefuleagerness。\"Ofcourse，youknow，\"heejaculated，pausing，\"thatI
cametoseeyou，notyourfather’spictures。\"
Fleurrose。
\"Ifyoudon’trow，Ishallgetoutandswim。\"
\"Reallyandtruly？ThenIcouldcomeinafteryou。\"
\"Mr。Mont，I’mlateandtired;pleaseputmeonshoreatonce。\"
Whenshesteppedoutontothegardenlanding—stageherose，andgraspinghishairwithbothhands，lookedather。
Fleursmiled。
\"Don’t！\"criedtheirrepressibleMont。\"Iknowyou’regoingtosay:
’Out，damnedhair！’\"
Fleurwhiskedround，threwhimawaveofherhand。\"Good—bye，Mr。
M。M。！\"shecalled，andwasgoneamongtherose—trees。Shelookedatherwrist—watchandthewindowsofthehouse。Itstruckherascuriouslyuninhabited。Pastsix！Thepigeonswerejustgatheringtoroost，andsunlightslantedonthedovecot，ontheirsnowyfeathers，andbeyondinashoweronthetopboughsofthewoods。Theclickofbilliard—ballscamefromtheingle—nook——JackCardigan，nodoubt;afaintrustling，too，fromaneucalyptus—tree，startlingSouthernerinthisoldEnglishgarden。Shereachedtheverandahandwaspassingin，butstoppedatthesoundofvoicesfromthedrawing—roomtoherleft。Mother！MonsieurProfond！Frombehindtheverandahscreenwhichfencedtheingle—nooksheheardthesewords:
\"Idon’t，Annette。\"
DidFatherknowthathecalledhermother\"Annette\"？AlwaysonthesideofherFather——aschildrenareeverononesideortheotherinhouseswhererelationsarealittlestrained——shestood，uncertain。
Hermotherwasspeakinginherlow，pleasing，slightlymetallicvoice——onewordshecaught:\"Demain。\"AndProfond’sanswer:\"Allright。\"Fleurfrowned。Alittlesoundcameoutintothestillness。
ThenProfond’svoice:\"I’mtakin’asmallstroll。\"
Fleurdartedthroughthewindowintothemorning—room。Therehecamefromthedrawing—room，crossingtheverandah，downthelawn;andtheclickofbilliard—ballswhich，inlisteningforothersounds，shehadceasedtohear，beganagain。Sheshookherself，passedintothehall，andopenedthedrawing—roomdoor。Hermotherwassittingonthesofabetweenthewindows，herkneescrossed，herheadrestingonacushion，herlipshalfparted，hereyeshalfclosed。Shelookedextraordinarilyhandsome。
\"Ah！Hereyouare，Fleur！Yourfatherisbeginningtofuss。\"
\"Whereishe？\"
\"Inthepicture—gallery。Goup！\"
\"Whatareyougoingtodoto—morrow，Mother？\"
\"To—morrow？IgouptoLondonwithyouraunt。\"
\"Ithoughtyoumightbe。Willyougetmeaquiteplainparasol？\"
Whatcolour？\"
\"Green。They’reallgoingback，Isuppose。\"
\"Yes，all;youwillconsoleyourfather。Kissme，then。\"
Fleurcrossedtheroom，stooped，receivedakissonherforehead，andwentoutpasttheimpressofaformonthesofa—cushionsintheothercorner。Sheranup—stairs。
Fleurwasbynomeanstheold—fashioneddaughterwhodemandstheregulationofherparents’livesinaccordancewiththestandardimposeduponherself。Sheclaimedtoregulateherownlife，notthoseofothers;besides，anunerringinstinctforwhatwaslikelytoadvantageherowncasewasalreadyatwork。InadisturbeddomesticatmospheretheheartshehadsetonJonwouldhaveabetterchance。
Nonethelesswassheoffended，asaflowerbyacrispingwind。Ifthatmanhadreallybeenkissinghermotheritwas——serious，andherfatheroughttoknow。\"Demain！\"\"Allright！\"AndhermothergoinguptoTown！Sheturnedintoherbedroomandhungoutofthewindowtocoolherface，whichhadsuddenlygrownveryhot。Jonmustbeatthestationbynow！WhatdidherfatherknowaboutJon？Probablyeverything——prettynearly！
Shechangedherdress，soastolookasifshehadbeeninsometime，andranuptothegallery。
SoameswasstandingstubbornlystillbeforehisAlfredStevens——thepicturehelovedbest。Hedidnotturnatthesoundofthedoor，butsheknewhehadheard，andsheknewhewashurt。Shecameupsoftlybehindhim，putherarmsroundhisneck，andpokedherfaceoverhisshouldertillhercheeklayagainsthis。Itwasanadvancewhichhadneveryetfailed，butitfailedhernow，andsheauguredtheworst。
\"Well，\"hesaidstonily，\"soyou’vecome！\"
\"Isthatall，\"murmuredFleur，\"fromabadparent？\"Andsherubbedhercheekagainsthis。
Soamesshookhisheadsofarasthatwaspossible。
\"Whydoyoukeepmeontenterhookslikethis，puttingmeoffandoff？\"
\"Darling，itwasveryharmless。\"
\"Harmless！Muchyouknowwhat’sharmlessandwhatisn’t。\"
Fleurdroppedherarms。
\"Well，then，dear，supposeyoutellme;andbequitefrankaboutit。\"
Andshewentovertothewindow—seat。
Herfatherhadturnedfromhispicture，andwasstaringathisfeet。
Helookedverygrey。’Hehasnicesmallfeet，’shethought，catchinghiseye，atonceavertedfromher。
\"You’remyonlycomfort，\"saidSoamessuddenly，\"andyougoonlikethis。\"
Fleur’sheartbegantobeat。
\"Likewhat，dear？\"
AgainSoamesgaveheralookwhich，butfortheaffectioninit，mighthavebeencalledfurtive。
\"YouknowwhatItoldyou，\"hesaid。\"Idon’tchoosetohaveanythingtodowiththatbranchofourfamily。\"
\"Yes，ducky，butIdon’tknowwhyIshouldn’t。
Soamesturnedonhisheel。
\"I’mnotgoingintothereasons，\"hesaid;\"yououghttotrustme，Fleur！\"
ThewayhespokethosewordsaffectedFleur，butshethoughtofJon，andwassilent，tappingherfootagainstthewainscot。Unconsciouslyshehadassumedamodernattitude，withonelegtwistedinandoutoftheother，withherchinononebentwrist，herotherarmacrossherchest，anditshandhuggingherelbow;therewasnotalineofherthatwasnotinvoluted，andyet——inspiteofall——sheretainedacertaingrace。
\"Youknewmywishes，\"Soameswenton，\"andyetyoustayedontherefourdays。AndIsupposethatboycamewithyouto—day。\"
Fleurkepthereyesonhim。
\"Idon’taskyouanything，\"saidSoames;\"Imakenoinquisitionwhereyou’reconcerned。\"
Fleursuddenlystoodup，leaningoutatthewindowwithherchinonherhands。Thesunhadsunkbehindtrees，thepigeonswereperched，quitestill，ontheedgeofthedove—cot;theclickofthebilliard—
ballsmounted，andafaintradianceshoneoutbelowwhereJackCardiganhadturnedthelightup。
\"Willitmakeyouanyhappier，\"shesaidsuddenly，\"ifIpromiseyounottoseehimforsay——thenextsixweeks？\"Shewasnotpreparedforasortoftrembleintheblanknessofhisvoice。
\"Sixweeks？Sixyears——sixtyyearsmorelike。Don’tdeludeyourself，Fleur;don’tdeludeyourself！\"
Fleurturnedinalarm。
\"Father，whatisit？\"
Soamescamecloseenoughtoseeherface。
\"Don’ttellme，\"hesaid，\"thatyou’refoolishenoughtohaveanyfeelingbeyondcaprice。Thatwouldbetoomuch！\"Andhelaughed。
Fleur，whohadneverheardhimlaughlikethat，thought:’Thenitisdeep！Oh！whatisit？’Andputtingherhandthroughhisarmshesaidlightly:
\"No，ofcourse;caprice。Only，IlikemycapricesandIdon’tlikeyours，dear。\"
\"Mine！\"saidSoamesbitterly，andturnedaway。
Thelightoutsidehadchilled，andthrewachalkywhitenessontheriver。Thetreeshadlostallgaietyofcolour。ShefeltasuddenhungerforJon’sface，forhishands，andthefeelofhislipsagainonhers。Andpressingherarmstightacrossherbreastsheforcedoutalittlelightlaugh。
\"Ola！la！Whatasmallfuss！asProfondwouldsay。Father，Idon’tlikethatman。\"
Shesawhimstop，andtakesomethingoutofhisbreastpocket。
\"Youdon’t？\"hesaid。\"Why？\"
\"Nothing，\"murmuredFleur;\"justcaprice！\"
\"No，\"saidSoames;\"notcaprice！\"Andhetorewhatwasinhishandsacross。\"You’reright。Idon’tlikehimeither！\"
\"Look！\"saidFleursoftly。\"Therehegoes！Ihatehisshoes;theydon’tmakeanynoise。\"
DowninthefailinglightProsperProfondmoved，hishandsinhissidepockets，whistlingsoftlyinhisbeard;hestopped，andglancedupatthesky，asifsaying:\"Idon’tthinkmuchofthatsmallmoon。\"
Fleurdrewback。\"Isn’theagreatcat？\"shewhispered;andthesharpclickofthebilliard—ballsrose，asifJackCardiganhadcappedthecat，themoon，caprice，andtragedywith:\"Inoffthered！\"
MonsieurProfondhadresumedhisstroll，toateasinglittletuneinhisbeard。Whatwasit？Oh！yes，from\"Rigoletto\":\"Donnaamobile。\"Justwhathewouldthink！Shesqueezedherfather’sarm。
\"Prowling！\"shemuttered，asheturnedthecornerofthehouse。Itwaspastthatdisillusionedmomentwhichdividesthedayandnight—
stillandlingeringandwarm，withhawthornscentandlilacscentclingingontheriversideair。Ablackbirdsuddenlyburstout。JonwouldbeinLondonbynow;intheParkperhaps，crossingtheSerpentine，thinkingofher！Alittlesoundbesidehermadeherturnhereyes;herfatherwasagaintearingthepaperinhishands。Fleursawitwasacheque。
\"Ishan’tsellhimmyGauguin，\"hesaid。\"Idon’tknowwhatyourauntandImogenseeinhim。\"
\"OrMother。\"
\"Yourmother！\"saidSoames。
’PoorFather！’shethought。’Heneverlookshappy——notreallyhappy。
Idon’twanttomakehimworse，butofcourseIshallhaveto，whenJoncomesback。Oh！well，sufficientuntothenight！’
\"I’mgoingtodress，\"shesaid。
Inherroomshehadafancytoputonher\"freak\"dress。Itwasofgoldtissuewithlittletrousersofthesame，tightlydrawninattheankles，apage’scapeslungfromtheshoulders，littlegoldshoes，andagold—wingedMercuryhelmet;andalloverherweretinygoldbells，especiallyonthehelmet;sothatifsheshookherheadshepealed。WhenshewasdressedshefeltquitesickbecauseJoncouldnotseeher;itevenseemedapitythatthesprightlyyoungmanMichaelMontwouldnothaveaview。Butthegonghadsounded，andshewentdown。
Shemadeasensationinthedrawing—room。Winifredthoughtit\"Mostamusing。\"Imogenwasenraptured。JackCardigancalledit\"stunning，\"\"ripping，\"\"topping，\"and\"corking。
MonsieurProfond，smilingwithhiseyes，said:\"That’sanicesmalldress！\"Hermother，veryhandsomeinblack，satlookingather，andsaidnothing。Itremainedforherfathertoapplythetestofcommonsense。\"Whatdidyouputonthatthingfor？You’renotgoingtodance。\"
Fleurspunround，andthebellspealed。
\"Caprice！\"
Soamesstaredather，and，turningaway，gavehisarmtoWinifred。
JackCardigantookhermother。ProsperProfondtookImogen。Fleurwentinbyherself，withherbellsjingling……
The\"small\"moonhadsoondroppeddown，andMaynighthadfallensoftandwarm，enwrappingwithitsgrape—bloomcolouranditsscentsthebillioncaprices，intrigues，passions，longings，andregretsofmenandwomen。HappywasJackCardiganwhosnoredintoImogen’swhiteshoulder，fitasaflea;orTimothyinhis\"mausoleum，\"toooldforanythingbutbaby’sslumber。Forsomanylayawake，ordreamed，teasedbythecriss—crossoftheworld。
Thedewfellandtheflowersclosed;cattlegrazedonintherivermeadows，feelingwiththeirtonguesforthegrasstheycouldnotsee;
andthesheepontheDownslayquietasstones。PheasantsinthetalltreesofthePangbournewoods，larksontheirgrassynestsabovethegravel—pitatWansdon，swallowsintheeavesatRobinHill，andthesparrowsofMayfair，allmadeadreamlessnightofit，soothedbythelackofwind。TheMayflyfilly，hardlyaccustomedtohernewquarters，scrapedatherstrawalittle;andthefewnight—flittingthings——bats，moths，owls——werevigorousinthewarmdarkness;butthepeaceofnightlayinthebrainofallday—timeNature，colourlessandstill。Menandwomen，alone，ridingthehobby—horsesofanxietyorlove，burnedtheirwaveringtapersofdreamandthoughtintothelonelyhours。