\"YouknowhewasupatLion’sHeadinFebruary，andgotawinterimpressionofthemountain。Didyouseeit？\"
\"No。Wasthatwhatyouweretalkingabout？\"
\"Wetalkedaboutsomethingagreatdealmoreinteresting——theimpressionhegotofme。\"
\"Winterimpression。\"
\"Coldenough。HehadcometotheconclusionthatIwasveryselfishandunworthy；thatIusedotherpeopleformyownadvantage，orletthemusethemselves；thatIwastreacherousandvindictive，andifIdidn’tbetrayamanIcouldn’tbehappytillIhadbeatenhim。HesaidthatifIeverbehavedwell，itcameafterIhadbeensuccessfulonewayortheother。\"
\"Howperfectlyfascinating！\"Bessierestedherelbowonthecornerofthetable，andherchininthepalmofthehandwhosethinfingerstappedherredlips；thelightsleevefelldownandshowedherpretty，leanlittleforearm。\"Diditstrikeyouastrue，atall？\"
\"Icouldseehowitmightstrikehimastrue。\"
\"Nowyouarecandid。Butgoon！Whatdidheexpectyoutodoaboutit？\"
\"Nothing。Hesaidhedidn’tsupposeIcouldhelpit。\"
\"Thisisimmense，\"saidBessie。\"IhopeI’mtakingitallin。Howcamehetogiveyouthisflatteringlittleimpression？Sohopeful，too！Or，perhapsyourfranknessdoesn’tgoanyfarther？\"
\"Oh，Idon’tmindsaying。Heseemedtothinkitwasasortofabstractdutyheowedtomypeople。\"
\"Your—folks？\"askedBessie。
\"Yes，\"saidJeff，withacertaindryness。Butasherfacelookedblanklyinnocent，hemusthavedecidedthatshemeantnothingoffensive。Herelaxedintoabroadsmile。\"It’saqueerhouseholdupthere，inthewinter。Iwonderwhatyouwouldthinkofit。\"
\"Youmightdescribeittome，andperhapsweshallsee。\"
\"Youcouldn’trealizeit，\"saidJeff，withafinalitythatpiquedher。
Hereachedoutforthebottleofapollinaris，withsomehowtheeffectofbeinginanotherstudent’sroom，andpouredhimselfaglass。Thiswouldhaveamusedher，ninetimesoutoften，butthetenthtimehadcomewhenshechosetoresentit。
\"Isuppose，\"shesaid，\"youareallverymuchexcitedaboutClassDayatCambridge。\"
\"Thatsoundslikearemarkmadetoopenthewaytoconversation。\"Jeffwentontoburlesqueareplyinthesamespirit。\"Oh，verymuchsoindeed，MissLynde！Wearealllookingforwardtoitsoeagerly。Areyoucoming？\"
Sherejectedhisleadwithaslightsighsoskilfullydrawnthatitdeceivedhimwhenshesaid，gravely：
\"Idon’tknow。It’sapttobeaverybafflingtimeatthebest。Allthementhatyoulikearetakenupwiththeirownpeople，andeventhementhatyoudon’tlikeovervaluethemselves，andthinkthey’redoingyouafavoriftheygiveyouaturnattheGymorbringyouaplateofsomething。\"
\"Well，theyare，aren’tthey？\"
\"Isuppose，yes，that’swhatmakesmehateit。Onedoesn’tliketohavesuchmendooneafavor。Andthen，Juniorsgetyoungereveryyear！EvenaniceJuniorisonlyaJunior，\"sheconcluded，withasadfallofhermockingvoice。\"
\"Idon’tbelievethere’saSeniorinHarvardthatwouldn’tforsakehisfamilyandcometotherescueifyourfeelingscouldbeknown，\"saidJeff。Heliftedthebottleathiselbowandfounditempty，andthisseemedtoremindhimtorise。
\"Don’tmakethemknown，please，\"saidBessie。\"Ishouldn’twantanovation。\"Shesat，afterhehadrisen，asifshewishedtodetainhim，butwhenhecameuptotakeleaveshehadtoputherhandinhis。Shelookedatitthere，andsodidhe；itseemedverylittleandslim，aboutone—thirdthesizeofhispalm，anditseemedtogotonothinginhisgrasp。\"Ishouldthink，\"sheadded，\"thatthejayswouldhavethebesttimeonClassDay。Ishouldliketodanceatoneoftheirspreads，anddoeverythingtheydid。Itwouldbetwicethefun，andtherewouldbesomenatureinit。IshouldliketoseeajayClassDay。\"
\"Ifyou’llcomeout，I’llshowyouone，\"saidJeff，withoutwincing。
\"Oh，willyou？\"shesaid，takingawayherhand。\"Thatwouldbedelightful。Butwhatwouldbecomeofyourfolks？\"Shecaughtacornerofhermouthwithherteeth，asifthewordhadslippedout。
\"Doyoucallthemfolks？\"askedJeff，quietly：
\"I——supposed——Don’tyou？\"
\"NotinBoston。IdoatLion’sHead。\"
\"Oh！Well—people。\"
\"Idon’tknowasthey’recoming。\"
\"Howdelightful！Idon’tmeanthat；butifthey’renot，andifyoureallyknewsomejays，andcouldgetmealittleglimpseoftheirClassDay——\"
\"IthinkIcouldmanageitforyou。\"Hespokeasbefore，buthelookedatherwithamockeryinhislipsandeyesasintelligentasherown，andthelatentchangeinhismoodgaveherthesenseofbeinginthepresenceofavividemotion。Sheroseinherexcitement；shecouldseethatheadmiredher，andwasenjoyingherinsolencetoo，inaway，thoughinawaythatshedidnotthinkshequiteunderstood；andshehadthewishtomakehimadmireheralittlemore。
Sheletalightoflaughtercomeintohereyes，ofharmlessmischiefplayedtoanend。\"Idon’tdeserveyourkindness，andIwon’tcome。
I’vebeenverywicked，don’tyouthink？\"
\"Notvery——foryou，\"saidJeff。
\"Oh，howgood！\"shebrokeout。\"Butbefranknow！I’veoffendedyou。\"
\"How？IknowI’majay，andinthecountryI’vegotfolks。\"
\"Ah，Iseeyou’rehurtatmyjoking，andI’mawfullysorry。Iwishtherewassomewayofmakingyouforgiveme。Butitcouldn’tbethatalone，\"
shewentonratheraimlesslyastoherwords，trustingtohisanswerforsomeleading，andwillingmeanwhiletoprolongthesituationfortheeffectinhernerves。Ithadbeenaverydullandtediousday，andshewasfindingmuchmorethanshecouldhaveexpectedinthemingledfearandslightwhichheinspiredherwithinsuchsingularmeasure。Thesefemininesubtletiesofmotivearebeyondanybutthefinestnaturesintheothersex，andperhapsallthatJeffperceivedwasthenoteofinsincerityinherwords。
\"Couldn’tbewhatalone？\"heasked。
\"WhatI’vesaid，\"sheventured，lettinghereyesfall；buttheywerenoteyesthatfelleffectively，andsheinstantlyliftedthemagaintohis。
\"Youhaven’tsaidanything，andifyou’vethoughtanything，whathaveI
gottodowiththat？Ithinkallsortsofthingsaboutpeople——orfolks，asyoucallthem——\"
\"Oh，thankyou！Nowyouareforgivingme！\"
\"Ithinkthemaboutyou\"
\"Oh，dositdownandtellmethekindofthingsyouthinkaboutme！\"
Bessieimplored，sinkingbackintoherchair。
\"Youmightn’tlikethem。\"
\"Butiftheywoulddomegood？\"
\"WhatshouldIwanttodoyougoodfor？\"
\"That’strue，\"sighedBessie，thoughtfully。
\"People——folks——\"
\"Thankyousomuch！\"
\"Don’ttrytodoeachothergood，unlessthey’recrankslikeLancaster，orboreslikeMrs。Bevidge——\"
\"YoubelongtotheanalyticalschoolofSeniors！Goon！\"
\"That’sall，\"saidJeff。
\"Andyoudon’tthinkI’vetriedtodoyougood？\"
Helaughed。Hercomedywasdelicioustohim。Hehadneverfound，anybodysoamusing；healmostrespectedherforit。
\"Ifthatisyouropinionofme，Mr。Durgin，\"shesaid，verygravely，\"Iamsorry。MayIremarkthatIdon’tseewhyyoucome，then？\"
\"Icantellyou，\"saidJeff，andheadvanceduponherwhereshesatsoabruptlythatshestartedandshrankbackinherchair。\"Icomebecauseyou’vegotbrains，andyou’retheonlygirlthathas——here。\"TheywereAlan’swords，almosthiswords，andforaninstantshethoughtofherbrother，endwonderedwhathewouldthinkofthisjay’spraisingherinhisterms。\"Because，\"Jeffwenton，\"you’vegotmoresenseandnonsense——thanallthewomenhereputtogether。Becauseit’sbetterthanaplaytohearyoutalk——andact；andbecauseyou’regraceful——andfascinating，andchic，and——Good—night，MissLynde。\"
Heputouthishand，butshedidnottakeitassherosehaughtily。
\"We’vesaidgood—nightonce。Iprefertosaygood—byethistime。I’msureyouwillunderstandwhyafterthisIcannotseeyouagain。\"Sheseemedtoexaminehimfortheeffectofthesewordsuponhimbeforeshewenton。
\"No，Idon’tunderstand，\"heanswered，coolly；\"butitisn’tnecessaryI
should；andI’mquitewillingtosaygood—bye，ifyouprefer。Youhaven’tbeensofrankwithmeasIhavewithyou；butthatdoesn’tmakeanydifference；perhapsyounevermeanttobe，orcouldn’tbe，ifyoumeant。Good—bye。\"Hebowedandturnedtowardthedoor。
Sheflutteredbetweenhimandit。\"Iwishtoknowwhatyouaccusemeof！\"
\"I？Nothing。\"
\"YouimplythatIhavebeenunjusttowardyou。\"
\"Ohno！\"
\"AndIcan’tletyougotillyouproveit。\"
\"Provetoawomanthat——Willyouletmepass？\"
\"No！\"Shespreadherslenderarmsacrossthedoorway。
\"Oh，verywell！\"Jefftookherhandsandputthembothintheholdofoneofhislarge，strongbands。Then，withthecontact，itcametohim，fromavariedexperienceofgirlsinhisrusticpast，thatthisyounglady，whowasnothingbutagirlafterall，wasplayinghercomedywithacertainpurpose，howeverlittleshemightknowitorownit。Heputhisotherlarge，stronghanduponherwaist，andpulledhertohimandkissedher。Anothersortofman，nomatterwhathehadbelievedofher，wouldhavefelthisactasacrilegethenandthere。Jeffonlyknewthatshehadnotmadethefainteststraggleagainsthim；shehadeventrembledtowardhim，andhebrutallyexultedinthebeliefthathehaddonewhatshewished，whetheritwaswhatshemeantornot。
She，forherpart，realizedthatshehadbeenkissedasonceshehadhappenedtoseeoneofthemaidskissedbythegrocer’sboyatthebasementdoor。Inaninstantthismanhadabolishedallherdefencesoffamily，ofsociety，ofpersonality，andputhimselfonalevelwithherinthemostsacredthingsoflife。Hermindgraspedthefactandsherealizeditintellectually，whileasyetallheremotionsseemedparalyzed。Shedidnotknowwhethersheresenteditasanabominableoutrageornot；whethershehatedthemanforitornot。Butperhapshewasinlovewithher，andhisloveoverpoweredhim；inthatcaseshecouldforgivehim，ifshewereinlovewithhim。Sheaskedherselfwhethershewas，andwhethershehadbetrayedherselftohimsothathewassomehowwarrantedinwhathedid。Shewonderedifanothersortofmanwouldhavedoneit，agentleman，whobelievedshewasinlovewithhim。Shewonderedifshewereasmuchshockedasshewasastonished。
Sheknewthattherewaseverythinginthesituationtomakethefactshocking，butshegotnodistinctreplyfromherjarredconsciousness。
Itoughttobeknown，andknownatonce；sheoughttotellherbrother，assoonasshesawhim；shethoughtoftellingheraunt，andshefanciedhavingtoshouttheaffairintoherear，andhavingtorepeat，\"Hekissedme！Don’tyouunderstand？Kissedme！\"Thenshereflectedwithastartthatshecouldnevertellanyone，thatinthemidstofherworldshewasaloneinrelationtothis；shewasashelplessandfriendlessasthepoorestandlowliestgirlcouldbe。Shewasmoreso，forifshewerelikethemaidwhomthegrocer’sboykissedshewouldbeofanorderofthingsinwhichshecouldadvisewithsomeoneelsewhohadbeenkissed；
andshewouldknowwhattofeel。
Sheaskedherselfwhethershewasatallmovedatheart；tillnowitseemedtoherthatithadnotbeendifferentwithhertowardhimfromwhatithadbeentowardalltheothermenwhosemeaningshewouldhavelikedtofindout。Shehadnotintheleastrespectedthem，andshedidnotrespecthim；butifithappenedbecausehewasovercomebyhisloveforher，andcouldnothelpit，thenperhapsshemustforgivehimwhethershecaredforhimornot。
Theseideaspresentedthemselveswiththesimultaneityofthingsinadreaminthatinstantwhenshelingeredhelplesslyinhishold，andsheevenwonderedifbyanychanceAndrewhadseenthem；butsheheardhissteponthefloorbelow；andatthesametimeitappearedtoherthatshemustbeinlovewiththismanifshedidnotresentwhathehaddone。
XLIII
Westoverwassittingatanopenwindowofhisstudiosmokingoutintotheeveningair，andlookingdownintothethinlyfoliagedtopsofthepublicgarden，wheretheelectricsfaintedandflushedandhissed。Carstroopedbyinthetroubledstreet，scrapingthewiresoverheadthatscreamedasifwithpainatthetouchoftheirtrolleys，andkindlingnowandagainasoftplanet，asthetrolleysstruckthebatlikeplatesthatconnectedthecrossinglines。Thepainterwasgettingalmostasmuchpleasureoutoftheplanetsaspainoutofthescreams，andhewasinanafter—dinnerlanguorinwhichhewasveryreluctanttorecognizeastep，whichhethoughtheknew，onhisstairsandhisstairs—landing。Aknockathisdoorfollowedthesoundoftheapproachingsteps。Heliftedhimself，andcalledout，inhospitably，\"Comein！\"and，asheexpected，JeffDurgincamein。Westover’smeetingswithhimhadbeenanincreasingdiscomfortsincehisreturnfromLion’sHead。TheuneasinesswhichhecommonlyfeltatthefirstmomentofencounterwithhimyieldedlessandlesstotheinfluenceofJeff’scynicalbonhomie，anditreturnedinforceassoonastheyparted。
Itwasratherdimintheplace，exceptforthelightthrownupintoitfromtheturmoiloflightsoutside，buthecouldseethattherewasnothingofthesmilingmockeryonJeff’sfacewhichhabituallyexpressedhisinnerhardihood。Itwasafrowningmockery。
\"Hello！\"saidWestover，\"Hello！\"answeredJeff。\"AnycommandsforLion’sHead？\"
\"Whatdoyoumean？\"
\"I’mgoingupthereto—morrow。I’vegottoseeCynthia，andtellherwhatI’vebeendoing。\"
Westoverwaitedamomentbeforeheasked：\"Doyouwantmetoaskwhatyou’vebeendoing？\"
\"Ishouldn’tmindit。\"
Thepainterpausedagain。\"Idon’tknowthatIcaretoask。Isitanygood？\"
\"No！\"shoutedJeff。\"It’stheworstthingyet，Iguessyou’llthink。
Icouldn’thavebelieveditmyself，ifIhadn’tbeenthroughit。
Ishouldn’thavesupposedIwassuchafool。Idon’tcareforthegirl；
Ineverdid。\"
\"Cynthia？\"
\"Cynthia？No！MissLynde。Oh，trytotakeitin！\"Jeffcried，withalaughatthedazeinWestover’sface。\"Youmusthaveknownabouttheflirtation；ifyouhaven’t，you’retheonlyone。\"Hisvanityinthefactbetrayeditselfinhisvoice。\"Itcametoacrisislastweek，andwetriedtomakeeachotherbelievethatwewereinearnest。Buttherewon’tbeanyreallovelost。\"
Westoverdidnotspeak。Hecouldnotmakeoutwhetherhewassurprisedorwhetherhewasshocked，anditseemedtohimthathewasneithersurprisednorshocked。Hewonderedwhetherhehadreallyexpectedsomethingofthekind，soonerorlater，orwhetherhewasnotalwayssoapprehensiveofsomedeviltryinDurginthatnothinghedidcouldquitetakehimunawares。Atlasthesaid：\"Isupposeit’strue——eventhoughyousayit。It’sprobablytheonlytruthinyou。\"
\"That’ssomethinglike，\"saidJeff，asifthecontemptgavehimasortofpleasure；andhisheavyfacelightedupandthendarkenedagain。
\"Well，\"saidWestover，\"whatarewegoingtodo？You’vecometotellme。\"
\"I’mgoingtobreakwithher。Idon’tcareforher——that！\"Hesnappedhisfingers。\"ItoldherIcaredbecausesheprovokedmeto。Ithappenedbecauseshewantedittoandleduptoit。\"
\"Ah！\"saidWestover。\"Youputitonher！\"ButhewaitedforDurgin’sjustificationwithadreadthatheshouldfindsomethinginit。
\"Pshaw！What’stheuse？It’sbeenagamefromthebeginning，andaquestionwhichshouldruin。Iwon。Shemeanttothrowmeover，ifthetimecameforher，butitcameformefirst，andit’sonlyaquestionnowwhichshallbreakfirst；we’vebothbeennearitonceortwicealready。
Idon’tmeansheshallgetthestartofme。\"
Westoverhadaglimpseoftheinnateenmityofthesexesinthisgame；
ofitspresenceinpassionthatwaslivedandofitsprevalenceinpassionthatwasplayed。Butthefateofneithergamblerconcernedhim；
hewasimpatientofhisinterestinwhatJeffnowwentontotellhim，withoutscrupleconcerningher，orpalliationofhimself。Hescarcelyrealizedthathewaslistening，butafterwardheremembereditall，withalittlepityforBessieandnoneforJeff，butwithmoreshameforher，too。Loveseemsmoresacredlyconfidedtowomenthantomen；itisandmustbeahigherandfineraswellasaholierthingwiththem；theirblameforitsbetrayalmustalwaysbetheheavier。HehadsometimessuspectedBessie’swillingnesstoamuseherselfwithJeff，aswithanyothermanwhowouldletherplaywithhim；andhewouldnothaverelieduponanythinginhimtodefeatherpurpose，ifithadbeenanythingsoseriousasapurpose。
AttheendofDurgin’sstoryhemerelyasked：\"AndwhatareyougoingtodoaboutCynthia？\"
\"Iamgoingtotellher，\"saidJeff。\"That’swhatIamgoinguptherefor。\"
Westoverrose，butJeffremainedsittingwherehehadputhimselfastrideofachair，withhisfaceovertheback。Thepainterwalkedslowlyupanddownbeforehiminthecapriciousplayofthestreetlight。Heturnedalittlesick，andhestoppedamomentatthewindowforabreathofair。
\"Well？\"askedJeff。
\"Oh！Youwantmyadvice？\"Westoverstillfeltphysicallyincapableoftheindignationwhichhestronglyimagined。\"Idon’tknowwhattosaytoyou，Durgin。Youtranscendmypowers。Areyouabletoseethiswholethingyourself？\"
\"Iguessso，\"Jeffanswered。\"Idon’tidealizeit，though。Ilookatfacts；they’rebadenough。Youdon’tsupposethatMissLyndeisgoingtobreakherheartover——\"
\"Idon’tbelieveIcareforMissLyndeanymorethanIcareforyou。
ButIbelieveIwishyouwerenotgoingtobreakwithher。\"
\"Why？\"
\"Becauseyouandshearefitforeachother。Ifyouwantmyadvice，I
adviseyoutobetruetoher——ifyoucan。\"
\"AndCynthia？\"
\"Breakwithher。\"
\"Oh！\"Jeffgaveasnortofderision。
\"You’renotfitforher。Youcouldn’tdoacruelerthingforherthantokeepfaithwithher。\"
\"Doyoumeanit？\"
\"Yes，Imeanit。SticktoMissLynde——ifshe’llletyou。\"
JeffseemedpuzzledbyWestover’sattitude，whichwaseithertoosincereortooironicalforhim。Hepushedhishat，whichhehadkepton，backfromhisforehead。\"DamnedifIdon’tbelieveshewould，\"hemusedaloud。Thenotionseemedtoflatterhimandrepayhimforwhathemusthavebeensuffering。Hesmiled，buthesaid：\"Shewouldn’tdo，evenifshewereanygood。Cynthiaisworthamillionofher。Ifshewantstogivemeupaftersheknowsallaboutme，wellandgood。Ishu’n’tblameher。ButIshallgiveherafairchance，andIshu’n’twhitewashmyself；
youneedn’tbeafraidofthat，Mr。Westover。\"
\"WhyshouldIcarewhatyoudo？\"askedthepainter，scornfully。
\"Well，youcan’t，onmyaccount，\"Durginallowed。\"Butyoudocareonheraccount。\"
\"Yes，Ido，\"saidWestover，sittingdownagain，andhedidnotsayanythingmore。
Durginwaitedalongwhileforhimtospeakbeforeheasked：\"Thenthat’sreallyyouradvice，isit？\"
\"Yes，breakwithher。\"
\"AndsticktoMissLynde。\"
\"Ifshe’llletyou。\"
Jeffwassilentinhisturn。Hestartedfromhissilencewithalaugh。
\"She’dmakeadaisylandladyforLion’sHead。Ibelieveshewouldliketotryitawhilejustforthefun。Butaftertheballwasover——well，itwouldbeagoodjoke，ifitwasajoke。Cynthiaisawoman——shea’n’tanycorpse—light。Sheunderstandsme，andshedon’toverrateme，either。
SheknewjusthowmuchIwasworth，andshetookmeatherownvaluation。
I’vegotmywayinlifemarkedout，andshebelievesinitasmuchasI
do。Ifanybodycankeepmelevelandmakethebestofme，shecan，andshe’sgoingtohavethechance，ifshewantsto。I’mgoingtoactsquarewithheraboutthewholething。Iguessshe’sthebestjudgeinacaselikethis，andIshalllaythewholecasebeforeher，don’tyoubeafraidofthat。Andshe’sgottohaveafreefield。Why，eveniftherewa’n’tanyquestionofher，\"hewenton，fallingmoreandmoreintohisvernacular，\"Idon’tbelieveIshouldcareinthelongrunforthisotherone。Wecouldn’tmakeitgoforanytimeatall。Shewantsexcitement，andafterthesummerfolksbegantoleave，andwe’dbeentoFloridaforawinter，andthencamebacktoLion’sHead—well！Thisplanethasn’tgotexcitementenoughinitforthatgirl，andIdoubtifthesolarsystemhas。Atanyrate，I’mnotgoingtoactasadvance—agentforher。\"
\"Isee，\"saidWestover，\"thatyou’vebeenreasoningitallout，andI’mnotsurprisedthatyou’vekeptyourownadvantagesteadilyinmind。
Idon’tsupposeyouknowwhatasavageyouare，andIdon’tsupposeI
couldteachyou。Isha’n’ttry，atanyrate。I’lltakeyouonyourownground，andItellyouagainyouhadbetterbreakwithCynthia。Iwon’tsaythatit’swhatyouoweher，forthatwon’thaveanyeffectwithyou，butit’swhatyouoweyourself。Youcan’tdoawrongthingandprosperonit——\"
\"Ohyes，youcan，\"Jeffinterrupted，withasneeringlaugh。\"Howdoyousupposeallthebigfortunesweremade？BykeepingtheCommandments？\"
\"No。Butyou’reanunluckymaniflifehasn’ttaughtyouthatyoumustpayinsufferingofsomekind，soonerorlater，foreverywrongthingyoudo——\"
\"Nowthat’soneofyourold—fashionedsuperstitions，Mr。Westover，\"saidJeff，withagrowingkindlinessinhistone，asifthepatheticdelusionofsuchamanreallytouchedhim。\"Youpay，oryoudon’tpay，justasithappens。Ifyougethitsoonafteryou’vedonewrong，youthinkit’sretribution，andifitholdsofftillyou’veforgottenallaboutit，youthinkit’sastrangeProvidence，andyoupuzzleoverit，butyoudon’treform。Youkeeprightalongintheoldway。Prosperityandadversity，they’vegotnothingtodowithconduct。Ifyou’reastrongman，yougetthere，andifyou’reaweakman，alltherighteousnessintheuniversewon’thelpyou。ButIproposetodowhat’srightaboutCynthia，andnotwhat’swrong；andaccordingtoyourowntheory，oflife——whichwon’tholdwateraminute——Ioughttobeblessedtothethirdandfourthgeneration。
Idon’tlookforthat，though。IshallbeblessedifIlookoutformyself；andifIdon’t，Ishallsufferformywantofforesight。ButI
sha’n’tsufferforanythingelse。Well，I’mgoingtocutsomeofmyrecitations，andI’mgoinguptoLion’sHead，to—morrow，tosettlemybusinesswithCynthia。I’vegotalittlebusinesstolookafterherewithsomeoneelsefirst，andIguessIshallhavetobeaboutit。I
don’tknowwhichIshalllikethebest。\"Herose，andwentovertowhereWestoverwassitting，andheldouthishandtohim。
\"Whatisit？\"askedWestover。
\"AnycommandsforLion’sHead？\"Jeffsaid，asatfirst。
\"No，\"saidWestover，turninghisfaceaway。
\"Oh，allright。\"Durginputhishandintohispocketunshaken。