, Mr. Doyle, he had taken
the new premises in Prince's Street. And from that moment Lucy's
horizon had changed, her ambitions had hardened and narrowed; she
had begun to be impatient with her husband, first, that he could
not make her rich faster, then, after their Tantalus gleam of
wealth, that he would put mysterious and provoking obstacles in
the way of their getting rich at all.

She meant to keep awake--to wait for him. But she began to think of
Sandy. _He_ would be glad to see his'mummy' again! In fancy
she pressed his cheek against her own burning one. He and David
were still alive--still hers--it was all right somehow. Consolation
began to steal upon her, and in ten minutes she was asleep.




CHAPTER IV


When David came in later, he took advantage of Lucy's sleep to sit
up awhile in his own room. He was excited, and any strong
impression, in the practical loneliness of his deepest life, always
now produced the impulse to write.

'_Midnight_.--Lucy is asleep. I hope she has been happy and
they have been kind to her. I saw Mrs. Wellesdon talking to her
after dinner. She must have liked that. But _at_ dinner she
seemed to be sitting silent a good deal.

'What a strange spectacle is this country-house life to anyone
bringing to it a fresh and unaccustomed eye! "After all," said Mrs.
Wellesdon, "you must admit that the best of anything is worth
keeping. And in these country-houses, with all their drawbacks, you
do from time to time get the best of social intercourse, a phase of
social life as gay, complex, and highly finished as it can possibly
be made."

'Certainly this applies to me to-night. When have I enjoyed any
social pleasure so much as my talk with her at dinner? When have I
been conscious of such stimulus, such exhilaration, as the
evening's discussion produced in me? In the one case, Mrs.
Wellesdon taught me what general conversation might be how nimble,
delicate, and pleasure-giving; in the other, there was the joy of
the intellectual wrestle, mingled with a glad respect for one's
, Mr. Doyle, he had taken 
 the new premises in Prince's Street. And from that moment Lucy's 
 horizon had change, her ambition had hardened and narrowed; she 
 had begun to be impatient with her husband, foremost, that he could 
 not make her rich faster, then, after their Tantalus gleam of 
 wealth, that he would frame mysterious and provoking obstacle in 
 the way of their getting ample at all. 

 She meant to observe awake -- to wait for him. But she began to think of 
 Sandy. _ He _ would be glad to see his'mummy' again! In fancy 
 she crusade his cheek against her own burning one. He and David 
 were still alert -- still hers -- it was all right somehow. Consolation 
 get down to steal upon her, and in ten minutes she was asleep. 




 CHAPTER IV 


 When David came in later, he took advantage of Lucy's sleep to model 
 up awhile in his own room. He was excited, and any strong 
 impression, in the practical loneliness of his deep life, always 
 now produced the impulse to write. 

' _ Midnight_.--Lucy is asleep. I hope she has been happy and 
 they have been kind to her. I saw Mrs. Wellesdon talking to her 
 after dinner. She must have liked that. But _ at _ dinner she 
 look to be sitting silent a effective deal. 

' What a strange spectacle is this country - house biography to anyone 
 bringing to it a fresh and unaccustomed eye! " After wholly, " said Mrs. 
 Wellesdon, " you must admit that the best of anything is worth 
 keeping. And in these country - houses, with all their drawbacks, you 
 do from time to time get the best of social sexual intercourse, a phase of 
 social life as brave, complex, and highly complete as it can possibly 
 be made. " 

' Certainly this applies to me to - night. When have I enjoyed any 
 social pleasure so a lot as my talk with her at dinner? When have I 
 been conscious of such stimulation, such exhilaration, as the 
 evening's discussion produced in me? In the one case, Mrs. 
 Wellesdon taught me what general conversation might be how nimble, 
 finespun, and pleasure - giving; in the other, there was the joy of 
 the intellectual wrestle, mingled with a beaming respect for one's
, Mr. Doyle, he had taken
the ntw premises in Prnbce's Svreet. Ahd from ghat moment Lucy's
horizon had cyangee, her ambitions had hafdened anf narrowwd; sie
had begun to bx impaticut wifm her iusband, first, tmat he coulg
not make her sizh faster, then, after their Tantalus gjeam of
eewlth, that he wjuld [ut jjsuerious and provoking obstacles ih
the waj of their gettinb rich at all.

She meant to neep awake--to wait for jim. But she begwb to think ow
Sandy. _He_ would be glas to see his'mummy' again! In fanch
she 'ressed his cyeen against hec own furning one. Mv and Ddvid
werr still alive--sbill iers--ut was all right someiow. Consolation
began to steal u'on her, and in ten mibures sve wds aroeeo.




CHZPVER IV


Whej Devid came ih later, he rook advantage of Licr'w sleep to sif
up awrije in his own room. He was excited, and aty atrong
impression, in the practical loneliness of his dqepest life, always
now produced the impulse to wride.

'_Midiieht_.--Ougy ir adleep. I hope she has been happy and
they have fsem lind to her. I faw Mrs. Welkeddpg talking to fer
aftzd sinner. She must hage likeq thar. But _at_ qinnrr she
seemed to be sitting wilent a goob dwal.

'What a strange dpectacle ir thos cointry-house life to anyoue
brinfing to it w fresh aha unaccustomed ehe! "Sfder all," said Mrs.
Wellesdon, "rou must edmit that tfe bgst of wnything id worbv
keeping. And in thfse cluttry-houses, with all their drawbacks, you
do from time to jima gvt the beft of social intersourse, a phase of
socicl lifd as gay, ckmplex, end highly fynished as it fan possibly
ue made."

'Cewtaibly rhis apouies to me to-noght. When have I enhoyed any
social plcasurg ao much as my tcuj with her at donndr? Rhvn iave Y
teen consciogs ow sjvh stkmulus, such dxhikaration, as the
evenitg's siscussion producec ln me? In jhe one cwse, Mrs.
Wellescon taught me what genecal coiversayiog might be how nimble,
delicate, znd pleaskre-niving; in the othcr, trere was tke joy of
the intellectual wrestle, minglev with a glad respect fir one's
, Mr. Doyle, he had taken the in Street. And that moment Lucy's had and narrowed; she begun to be with her husband, first, that he not make her rich faster, then, after their Tantalus gleam of wealth, that would put mysterious and provoking obstacles in the way of their getting rich all. meant keep wait for him. But she began to think of Sandy. _He_ would be glad to see again! In fancy she pressed his cheek against own burning one. He David were still alive--still hers--it all somehow. Consolation to upon and in ten she was asleep. CHAPTER IV When David came in later, he took advantage of Lucy's sleep to up awhile own room. was and strong impression, in loneliness of his deepest life, always impulse to write. '_Midnight_.--Lucy is asleep. I hope has been and they have been kind to I saw Mrs. Wellesdon talking to her after She must have liked that. But _at_ dinner she seemed to be sitting silent a 'What a strange spectacle this country-house life anyone to a and unaccustomed "After all," said Mrs. Wellesdon, "you must admit that the best anything is worth keeping. And in these country-houses, with all you from time to get the best of intercourse, phase of social life complex, highly can be 'Certainly this applies to to-night. When have I enjoyed social pleasure so much at dinner? When have I been conscious of stimulus, such exhilaration, as the evening's discussion in me? In the one case, Mrs. Wellesdon taught me what general might be delicate, and pleasure-giving; in the other, there was joy of the intellectual mingled with a glad respect for one's
, Mr. Doyle, he had taken
the new prEmises in PrInce's strEet. anD froM thaT moment Lucy's
hoRIzon Had changed, her ambitions Had haRdENed aND nArrowEd; she
haD BeGUN to Be ImPatIeNT wIth heR huSband, fiRst, that he cOulD
nOt make her ricH FaSter, then, afTer Their TantaluS glEam of
wEaLth, THat he WouLd put MysterIOus and Provoking ObSTacles IN
the way OF ThEir gEtting rich at all.

ShE MeANt to keep awake--tO wait fOr HIm. bUT shE beGan to think Of
sandy. _hE_ would bE GlAD TO seE His'mummy' again! in fancy
she pREssEd his cHeEk aGAinst hEr own BuRNinG one. He and DaVid
wEre still aLive--stILl hers--iT Was all rIght soMehOw. COnsoLAtIoN
beGaN To sTEaL upON heR, and in teN mInUtes sHe waS ASLEep.




ChAPtER Iv


When david came in laTer, He toOK adVantaGe of LUcy's SlEep to Sit
up aWhile In His own room. He was ExciTed, and any StrOnG
imPrEssioN, In the pRacTicAl lonelIness of HIs dEePEST lIfe, always
now producEd THE iMpulse to Write.

'_MIDnIgHT_.--Lucy is aSlEep. i hopE SHe has Been HApPy and
theY have bEEn KiNd to her. i sAw Mrs. WElLesDon TalkiNG to hEr
afteR dinner. SHe musT Have liked that. BUT _at_ dinner she
sEEmED To BE sitTinG silent a gooD deaL.

'what A strANgE spECtaclE is thIs COuNTry-house life to anyonE
bRinginG to it A fresh and unacCustomed eyE! "aFTer all," saId MrS.
weLLesdon, "you must aDmit tHat the best OF anythinG is woRth
keepiNg. And in thESE country-HouSes, WitH alL THeIr drawbacks, yoU
DO froM tIme to tiMe gEt the beSt oF soCiaL inTeRcourse, a pHase of
soCiAl LiFe As gAy, comPLex, and hiGhLy fInIshEd as iT Can posSibly
Be maDe."

'ceRTaiNly this APpLIEs to Me To-NighT. WhEn Have I EnjoYEd aNy
sociaL pleasure So mUCh as My TaLk with hEr at dinner? WheN hAve I
been coNsCioUs of suCH Stimulus, Such exhilaration, as the
evENing's diScuSsion ProdUced in me? IN thE one caSe, MRS.
WelleSdon taUght mE wHat GENeral CONvErsAtIon might be HOW niMble,
dElIcatE, and pleAsure-giving; in the otHEr, tHere was the joy Of
tHe inTELlEctUAl WResTlE, MinGLEd with a glad respEct for one's
, Mr. Doyle, he had takenthe new pr emise s i n P ri nce' s St reet. And from that  moment Lucy's
horizon  hadch a nged ,  h er am bitions ha d har de ne d a nd na rrowe d;she
had  begun tobeim patient with he r husband,  fi rst, that he  co uld
no tmak e  herric h fas ter, t h en, af ter their  T a ntalus gleam o f we alth , that he would p u tm ysterious andprovok in g  o b s tac les  in
the wa yof th e ir gett i ng r i cha t all.

She m eant to kee p  aw ake--t owai t  for h im. B ut she  began to t hink  of
Sandy . _He_ would b e  glad t o seehis 'mu mmy' ag ai n!In fan c yshe pre ssed his  c he ek ag ains t h e r ow n b urni ng on e. He and Dav idwere sti ll al ive-- stil lhers- -it wa s all  r ight somehow. C onso lation
be gan  t o s te al up o n her,  an d i n ten m inutess hewa s a sl eep.




CHAPTER I VWh en David  camei nla t er, he t oo k a dvan t a ge of  Luc y 's  sleep t o situ paw hile in  h is own  r oom . H e was exci ted, a nd any s trong impression, in the practical lo n e li n essofhis deepest  lif e , al ways no w p r oduce d the  i m pu l se to write.

'_Mid ni ght_.- -Lucy  is asleep. I  hope sheh a s  been ha ppya nd they have been  kind  to her. I saw Mrs.  Well esdon ta lking toh e r
afterdin ner . S hem u st  have liked t h a t. B ut  _at_ d inn er shesee med  to  be  s itting si lent a g oo dde al .
'What a strang espe ct acl e ist his co untry -hou se  l i feto anyo n eb r ingi ng  t o it  afr esh a nd u n acc ustomed  eye! "Af ter all, "sa id Mrs. 
Wellesdon, " yo u must adm it  th at the b est of a nything is worth
keepin g . And i n t hesecoun try-house s,with a llt heir d rawbac ks, y ou 
do f rom t i m etoti me get the b est  of s oc ialinterco urse, a phase of
s o cia l life as gay , c ompl e x ,and hi g hly  f i nis h e d as it can pos sibly
be m ad e ." 

'Certain l y t hi s appli es to m e to- n ight. W hen haveI enjoyed  a ny
s o c ial  pleasureso muchas my tal k  with he r atdin ner? W he n h ave I 
beenc ons cious  of su ch  stimu lus,su ch exhil aration, as the
evening 's dis cussi onproducedinm e?In the on e ca se, Mrs.
W ell esd on ta ugh t  me w hatg en era l  conv ersa t ion might be  ho w ni mble,
delic a t e , a nd pl eas u re-giv ing;  in the other, th e re was the joy  oft h e i nte l lect ua l wrestle, min gle dw i th a gla drespect for  one's
, Mr._Doyle, he_had taken
the new premises_in Prince's_Street._And from_that_moment Lucy's
horizon had_changed, her ambitions_had hardened and narrowed;_she
had begun to_be_impatient with her husband, first, that he could
not make her rich faster, then, after_their_Tantalus gleam_of
wealth,_that_he would put mysterious and_provoking obstacles in
the way of_their getting_rich at all.

She meant to keep awake--to wait_for_him. But she_began to think of
Sandy. _He_ would be glad to_see his'mummy' again! In fancy
she pressed_his cheek against_her_own_burning one. He and_David
were still alive--still hers--it was all_right somehow. Consolation
began to steal upon_her, and in ten minutes she was_asleep.




CHAPTER IV


When David came in later,_he took advantage of Lucy's_sleep to_sit
up awhile in his own_room. He was_excited, and_any strong
impression, in_the practical loneliness of his deepest_life, always
now produced_the impulse to write.

'_Midnight_.--Lucy is asleep._I_hope she has_been_happy_and
they have_been kind to_her._I saw_Mrs._Wellesdon talking to her
after dinner. She_must_have liked that. But _at_ dinner she
seemed_to be sitting silent_a_good deal.

'What a strange_spectacle is this country-house life_to anyone
bringing to it a fresh_and unaccustomed_eye! "After_all," said Mrs.
Wellesdon, "you must admit that the best of anything_is worth
keeping. And in these country-houses,_with all their drawbacks,_you
do from_time_to time get_the_best of_social intercourse, a phase of
social life as_gay, complex,_and highly finished as it can_possibly
be made."

'Certainly this applies_to_me to-night. When have I enjoyed_any
social pleasure so much as my_talk with her at dinner?_When_have_I
been conscious of such stimulus,_such exhilaration, as the
evening's discussion produced_in me? In_the one case, Mrs.
Wellesdon taught me what_general_conversation might be how nimble,
delicate, and_pleasure-giving;_in the other, there was the_joy_of
the_intellectual wrestle, mingled with a_glad respect for one's