whether we owe it to fate or our own efforts, and it is our duty to make the best of it.  Our own happiness, indeed, is a present charge upon ourselves for the ultimate benefit of others.  A happy person in the world does good always.  You two have a leaning towards morbidness.  If I had time, I would undertake your education.  As it is, we will have another bottle of wine, and I shall take you to a music hall.”

It was an evening that lived in Julia’s mind with particular vividness for years to come, and yet one which she always found it difficult to piece together in her thoughts.  They went to one of the less fashionable music halls, where the turns were frequent and there was no ballet.  Aaron was very soon able to re-establish his temporarily lost capacity for enjoyment.  Maraton, leaning back in his place with a cigar in his mouth, appreciated everything and applauded constantly.  It was Julia who found the new atmosphere most difficult.  She laughed often, it is true, but she had always a semi-subjective feeling, as though it were some other person who was really there, and she the instrument chosen to give physical indication of that other person’s presence.  Only once life seemed suddenly to thrill and burn in her veins, to shoot through her body with startling significance, and in that brief space of time, life itself was transformed for her.  Maraton by chance found her hand, as they sat side by side, and held it for a moment in his.  There was nothing secret about his action.  The firm pressure of his fingers, even, seemed as though they might have been the kindly, encouraging touch of a sympathetic friend.  But upon Julia his touch was magical.  The rest of the evening faded into insignificance.  She understood feelings which had come to her that afternoon in the park with absolute completeness for the first time.  From that moment she took her place definitely amongst the women who walk through life but whose feet seldom touch the earth.

When the performance was over, Maraton called a taxicab.

“Aaron,” he directed, “you must take your sister back to her lodgings.  No, I insist,” he added, as she protested.  “No ’buses to-night.  Go home and sleep well and think about yourself.”

She shook her head.

“I will go home in a taxi,” she agreed, “if you will do one thing for me.  It won’t take long.  It has been in my mind ever since you said what you did about charity.  I want us all to go down to the Embankment.  It isn’t late enough really, but I want you to come.”

He sighed.

“You are incorrigible,” he declared.  “Never mind, we will go.  How good the air is!  We’ll walk.”

They turned along the Strand and descended the narrow street which led to the Embankment.  Then they walked slowly as far as Blackfriars Bridge.  They neither of them spoke a word.  From time to time they glanced at the silent and motionless figures on the seats.  For the most part, the loiterers there were either asleep or sitting with closed eyes.  Here and there they caught a glance from some spectral face, a glance cold and listless.  The fires of life were dead amongst these people.  The animal desires alone remained; their faces were dumb.