enjoyment:  and let idleness envy both!  He abused idleness, and by implication the dilettante insurgency fostering it.  However, he was compensatingly heterodox in his view of the Law’s persecution of women; their pertinacious harpings on the theme had brought him to that; and in consideration of the fact, as they looked from yacht to shore, of their being rebels participating largely in the pleasures of the tyrant’s court, they allowed him to silence them, and forgave him.

Thoughts upon money and idleness were in confusion with Diana.  She had a household to support in London, and she was not working; she could not touch the cantatrice while Emma was near.  Possibly, she again ejaculated, the Redworths of the world were right:  the fruitful labours were with the mattock and hoe, or the mind directing them.  It was a crushing invasion of materialism, so she proposed a sail to the coast of France, and thither they flew, touching Cherbourg, Alderney, Sark, Guernsey, and sighting the low Brittany rocks.  Memorable days to Arthur Rhodes.  He saw perpetually the one golden centre in new scenes.  He heard her voice, he treasured her sayings; her gestures, her play of lip and eyelid, her lift of head, lightest movements, were imprinted on him, surely as the heavens are mirrored in the quiet seas, firmly and richly as earth answers to the sprinkled grain.  For he was blissfully athirst, untroubled by a hope.  She gave him more than she knew of:  a present that kept its beating heart into the future; a height of sky, a belief in nobility, permanent through manhood down to age.  She was his foam-born Goddess of those leaping waters; differently hued, crescented, a different influence.  He had a happy week, and it charmed Diana to hear him tell her so.  In spite of Redworth, she had faith in the fruit-bearing powers of a time of simple happiness, and shared the youth’s in reflecting it.  Only the happiness must be simple, that of the glass to the lovely face:  no straining of arms to retain, no heaving of the bosom in vacancy.

His poverty and capacity for pure enjoyment led her to think of him almost clingingly when hard news reached her from the quaint old City of London, which despises poverty and authorcraft and all mean adventurers, and bows to the lordly merchant, the mighty financier, Redworth’s incarnation of the virtues.  Happy days on board the yacht Clarissa!  Diana had to recall them with effort.  They who sow their money for a promising high percentage have built their habitations on the sides of the most eruptive mountain in Europe.  AEtna supplies more certain harvests, wrecks fewer vineyards and peaceful dwellings.  The greed of gain is our volcano.  Her wonder leapt up at the slight inducement she had received to embark her money in this Company:  a South-American mine, collapsed almost within hearing of the trumpets of prospectus, after two punctual payments of the half-yearly interest.  A Mrs. Ferdinand Cherson,