my efforts mightn’t be useless.  I can’t pretend to care for anything but individuals.  The few whom I know and love are of more importance to me than all the blind multitude rushing to destruction.  I hate the word majority; it is the few, the very few, that have always kept alive whatever of effectual good we see in the human race.  There are individuals who outweigh, in every kind of value, generations of ordinary people.  To some remote little community I hope to give the best energies of my life.  My teaching will avoid doctrine and controversy.  I shall take the spirit of the Gospels, and labour to make it a practical guide.  No doubt you find inconsistencies in me; but remember that I shall not declare myself to those I instruct as I have done to you.  I have been laying stress on my antipathies.  In the future it will be a duty and a pleasure to forget these and foster my sympathies, which also are strong when opportunity is given them.’

Sidwell listened, her face bent downwards but not hidden from the speaker.

‘My nature is intolerant,’ he went on, ’and I am easily roused to an antagonism which destroys my peace.  It is only by living apart, amid friendly circumstances, that I can cultivate the qualities useful to myself and others.  The sense that my life was being wasted determined me a year ago to escape the world’s uproar and prepare myself in quietness for this task.  The resolve was taken here, in your house.’

‘Are you quite sure,’ asked Sidwell, ’that such simple duties and satisfactions’—­

The sentence remained incomplete, or rather was finished in the timid glance she gave him.

‘Such a life wouldn’t be possible to me,’ he replied, with unsteady voice, ’if I were condemned to intellectual solitude.  But I have dared to hope that I shall not always be alone.’

A parched throat would have stayed his utterance, even if words had offered themselves.  But sudden confusion beset his mind—­a sense of having been guilty of monstrous presumption—­a panic which threw darkness about him and made him grasp the chair convulsively.  When he recovered himself and looked at Sidwell there was a faint smile on her lips, inexpressibly gentle.

‘That’s the rough outline of my projects,’ he said, in his ordinary voice, moving a few steps away.  ’You see that I count much on fortune; at the best, it may be years before I can get my country living.’

With a laugh, he came towards her and offered his hand for good-bye.  Sidwell rose.

’You have interested me very much.  Whatever assistance it may be in my father’s power to offer you, I am sure you may count upon.’

‘I am already much indebted to Mr. Warricombe’s kindness.’

They shook hands without further speech, and Peak went his way.