to be said.  There are ways of bribeing.  I trust he may not have in the end to pay too heavily for succeeding.  He seems a man pushed by Destiny; not irresponsible, but less responsible than most.  He is desperately tempted by his never failing.  Whatever he does! . . it is true!  And it sets me thinking of those who have never had an ailment, up to a certain age, when the killing blow comes.  Latterly I have seen into him:  I never did before.  Had I been stronger, I might have saved, or averted . . . .  But, you will say, the stronger woman would not have occupied my place.  I must have been blind too.  I did not see, that his nature shrinks from the thing it calls up.  He dreads the exposure he courts—­or has to combat with all his powers.  It has been a revelation to me of him life as well.  Nothing stops him.  Now it is Parliament—­a vacant London Borough.  He counts on a death:  Ah! terrible!  I have it like a snake’s bite night and day.’

Nataly concluded:  ’There:  it has done me some good to speak.  I feel so base.’  She breathed heavily.

Dartrey took her hand and bent his lips to it.  ’Happy the woman who has not more to speak!  How long will Nesta stay here?’

’You will watch over her, Dartrey?  She stays-her father wishes—­up to—­ ah!  We can hardly be in such extreme peril.  He has her doctor, her lawyer, and her butler—­a favourite servant—­to check, and influence, her:  She—­you know who it is!—­does not, I am now convinced, mean persecution.  She was never a mean-minded woman.  Oh!  I could wish she were.  They say she is going.  Then I am to be made an “honest woman of.”  Victor wants Nesta, now that she is away, to stay until . . .  You understand.  He feels she is safe from any possible kind of harm with those good ladies.  And I feel she is the safer for having you near.  Otherwise, how I should pray to have you with us!  Daily I have to pass through, well, something like the ordeal of the red-hot ploughshares—­ and without the innocence, dear friend!  But it’s best that my girl should not have to be doing the same; though she would have the innocence.  But she writhes under any shadow of a blot.  And for her to learn the things that are in the world, through her mother’s history!—­ and led to know it by the falling away of friends, or say, acquaintances!  However ignorant at present, she learns from a mere nothing.  I dread! . . . .  In a moment, she is a blaze of light.  There have been occurrences.  Only Victor could have overcome them!  I had to think it better for my girl, that she was absent.  We are in such a whirl up there!  So I work round again to “how long?” and the picture of myself counting the breaths of a dying woman.  The other day I was told I was envied!’

‘Battle, battle, battle; for all of us, in every position!’ said Dartrey sharply, to clip a softness:  ’except when one’s attending on an invalid uncle.  Then it’s peace; rather like extinction.  And I can’t be crying for the end either.  I bite my moustache and tap foot on the floor, out of his hearing; make believe I’m patient.  Now I ‘ll fetch Nesta.’