habit, and to keep her soul apart, nourishing in silence the fire of its revolt?  It was the most pity-moving of all tragedies, a noble nature overcome by sordid circumstances.  She was deficient in the strength of character which will subdue all circumstances; her strength was of the kind that supports endurance rather than breaks a way to freedom.  Every day, every hour, is some such tragedy played through; it is the inevitable result of our social state.  Adela could have wept tears of blood; her shame was like a branding iron upon her flesh.

She was on the second floor of a lodging-house in Pentonville, making tea for her husband.

That husband appeared to have undergone a change since lie quitted her a few hours ago.  He was still venomous towards her, but his countenance no longer lowered dangerously.  Something distinct from his domestic troubles seemed to be occupying him, something of a pleasant nature.  He all but smiled now and then; the glances he cast at Adela were not wholly occupied with her.  He plainly wished to speak, but could not bring himself to do so.

He ate and drank of what she put before him.  Adela took a cup of tea, but had no appetite for food.  When he had satisfied himself, she removed the things.

Another half-hour passed.  Mutimer was pretending to read.  Adela at length broke the silence.

‘I think,’ she said, ’I was wrong in refusing to tell you what passed between Mr. Eldon and myself when I by chance met him.  Someone seems to have misled you.  He began by hoping that we should not think ourselves hound to leave the Manor until we had had full time to make the necessary arrangements.  I thanked him for his kindness, and then asked something further.  It was that, if he could by any means do so, he would continue the works at New Wanley without any change, maintaining the principles on which they had been begun.  He said that was impossible, and explained to me what his intentions were, and why he had formed them.  That was our conversation.’

Mutimer observed her with a smile which affected incredulity.

‘Will you take your oath that that is true?’ he asked.

’No.  I have told you because I now see that the explanation was owing, since you have been deceived.  If you disbelieve me, it is no concern of mine.’

She had taken up some sewing, and, having spoken, went on with it.  Mutimer kept his eyes fixed upon her.  His suspicions never resisted a direct word from Adela’s lips, though other feelings might exasperate him.  What he had just heard he believed the more readily because it so surprised him; it was one of those revelations of his wife’s superiority which abashed. him without causing evil feeling.  They always had the result of restoring to him for a moment something of the reverence with which he had approached her in the early days of their acquaintance.  Even now he could not escape the impression.