The last, the very last, of such enjoyment; so she assured herself.  Alice’s presence in the house would render impossible what she had hitherto succeeded in disguising from Monica.  Her conscience welcomed the restraint, which was coming none too soon, for her will could no longer be depended upon.  If she abstained from strong liquors for three or four days it was now a great triumph; yet worthless, for even in abstaining she knew that the hour of indulgence had only been postponed.  A fit of unendurable depression soon drove her to the only resource which had immediate efficacy.  The relief, she knew, was another downward step; but presently she would find courage to climb back again up to the sure ground.  Save for her trouble on Monica’s account the temptation would already have been conquered.  And now Alice’s arrival made courage a mere necessity.

Her bottle was all but empty; she would finish it to-night, and in the morning, as her custom was, take it back to the grocer’s in her little hand-bag.  How convenient that this kind of thing could be purchased at the grocer’s!  In the beginning she had chiefly made use of railway refreshment rooms.  Only on rare occasions did she enter a public-house, and always with the bitterest sense of degradation.  To sit comfortably at home, the bottle beside her, and a novel on her lap, was an avoidance of the worst shame attaching to this vice; she went to bed, and in the morning—­ah, the morning brought its punishment, but she incurred no risk of being detected.

Brandy had first of all been her drink, as is generally the case with women of the educated class.  There are so many plausible excuses for taking a drop of brandy.  But it cost too much.  Whisky she had tried, and did not like.  Finally she had recourse to gin, which was palatable and very cheap.  The name, debased by such foul associations, still confused her when she uttered it; as a rule, she wrote it down in a list of groceries which she handed over the counter.

To-night she drank her first glass quickly; a consuming thirst was upon her.  By half-past eight the second was gently steaming at her elbow.  At nine she had mixed the third; it must last a long time, for the bottle was now empty.

The novel entertained her, but she often let her thoughts stray from it; she reflected with exultation that to-night’s indulgence was her very last.  On the morrow she would be a new woman.  Alice and she would devote themselves to their poor sister, and never rest till they had restored her to a life of dignity.  This was a worthy, a noble task; success in it must need minister to her own peace.  Before long they would all be living at Clevedon—­a life of ideal contentment.  It was no longer necessary to think of the school, but she would exert herself for the moral instruction of young women—­ on the principles inculcated by Rhoda Nunn.

The page before her was no longer legible; the book dropped from her lap.  Why this excited her laughter she could not understand; but she laughed for a long time, until her eyes were dim with tears.  It might be better to go to bed.  What was the hour?  She tried vainly to read her watch, and again laughed at such absurd incapacity.  Then—­