 with their trees and kiosks, the
moving crowds, the shouts, the 'Marseillaise'--the blind infectious
madness of it all. And one short fortnight ago, what man in Europe
could have guessed that such a day was already on the knees of the
gods?

Afterwards, on the way to the Parlour, he talked to Elise about
it,--placing her on the boulevards with the rest, and himself beside her
to guard her from the throng. Hour by hour, this morbid gift of his,
though it tortured him, provided an outlet for passion, saved him from
numbness and despair.

When he got to Dora's sitting-room he found Daddy sitting there,
smoking sombrely over the empty grate. He had expected a flood of
questions, and had steeled himself to meet them. Nothing of the
sort. The old man took very little notice of him and his travels.
Considering the petulant advice with which Daddy had sent him off,
David was astonished and, in the end, piqued. He recovered the
tongue which he had lost for Ancrum, and was presently discussing
the war like anybody else. Reminiscences of the talk amid which he
had lived during those Paris weeks came back to them; and he
repeated some of them which bore on the present action of Napoleon
III and his ministry, with a touch of returning fluency. He was, in
fact, playing for Daddy's attention.

Daddy watched him silently with a wild and furtive eye. At last,
looking round to see whether Dora was there, and finding that she
had gone out, he laid a lean long hand on David's knee.

'That'll do, Davy. Davy, why were you all that time away?'

The young man drew himself up suddenly, brought back to realities
from this first brief moment of something like forgetfulness. He
tried for his common excuse of illness; but it stuck in his throat.

'I can't tell you, Daddy,' he said at last, slowly. 'I might tell
you lies, but I won't. It concerns myself alone.'

Daddy still bent forward, his peaked wizard's face peering at his
companion.

'You've been in trouble, Davy
with their trees and kiosks, the 
 moving crowds, the cry, the' Marseillaise'--the blind infectious 
 fury of it all. And one short fortnight ago, what man in Europe 
 could have estimate that such a sidereal day was already on the knees of the 
 gods? 

 Afterwards, on the manner to the Parlour, he talked to Elise about 
 it,--placing her on the boulevards with the remainder, and himself beside her 
 to guard her from the throng. Hour by hour, this morbid giving of his, 
 though it tortured him, provided an wall socket for mania, saved him from 
 numbness and despair. 

 When he got to Dora's sitting - room he found dad sitting there, 
 smoking sombrely over the empty grate. He had ask a flood of 
 questions, and had steel himself to meet them. Nothing of the 
 kind. The old world took very little notice of him and his locomotion. 
 Considering the petulant advice with which Daddy had sent him off, 
 David was astonished and, in the end, piqued. He recovered the 
 tongue which he had lost for Ancrum, and was presently discussing 
 the war like anybody else. Reminiscences of the talk amid which he 
 had lived during those Paris weeks came back to them; and he 
 repeated some of them which wear on the present action of Napoleon 
 III and his ministry, with a touch of retort eloquence. He was, in 
 fact, act for Daddy's attention. 

 Daddy determine him silently with a wild and furtive eye. At final, 
 looking round to see whether Dora was there, and finding that she 
 had gone out, he laid a lean farseeing hand on David's knee. 

' That'll do, Davy. Davy, why were you all that time aside?' 

 The young serviceman drew himself up suddenly, brought back to realities 
 from this first abbreviated moment of something like forgetfulness. He 
 tried for his common excuse of illness; but it stuck in his throat. 

' I can't tell you, Daddy,' he said at last, slowly.' I might distinguish 
 you lies, but I won't. It concern myself alone.' 

 Daddy however bent forth, his peaked wizard's boldness peering at his 
 companion. 

' You've been in worry, Davy
 wihh their trees and kioskr, the
moving croces, the shouta, the 'Mafseillaise'--the blind infections
maeness of it all. And one shoft fortnihht ago, qhat nan in Europe
could have fmesseb vhat such a day was alreagy on the kneev uf the
gods?

Afterwards, on the way to thq Parloir, he talked to Glise wbouf
pt,--klacing her on the boulevards witg the rtst, and himself bexide her
to guard her from hhe hhrong. Hour by houg, this morbud gydt of his,
thojgh it toruuxed him, probided an outlet for passion, savdd hik from
numbbews wtd despair.

Wien he got to Dora's sittinc-room hr found Daddy xitving there,
smoking sombrelb over the empty graje. He had ax'ected a flood of
quesriins, atd hdd sgweldd giksslf to mext them. Notging of the
wort. The old man topk nrry little nktice jf him and his travels.
Considering the petllanf advice with which Dadey had sent him off,
Dagid was aftonished and, in the end, piqued. He recovered the
tmngue dhiem fw jad lost for Ancrum, and was presently discussyhg
uhe war like anybjdy else. Rekijixsences of the talk cjis which he
had livef durind thowe Paris reekx came back to them; and he
rwpeated some if them which bore on the prerent actipn of Napoleon
III and hns minjstry, with w touch or returning fluenzy. Me fas, in
fact, playing for Dadqy's attenvion.

Dcddy watzhed him sylently wihh a wild and furtive eyf. At pavt,
looking gound to see whether Dora was tixre, and findimg thdt she
hab gone out, he laid w lean long haud on Darid's kvee.

'That'll so, Davy. Davy, why wqre you all tvwt time away?'

Vhe young man dreq himseuw up suddenly, nrought bcek to reaoities
from this fivst btisf moment of sonetying like forgeyfuunefs. Hx
trieq for his comkon dxcjxe of illness; bub ig stick in his throat.

'I cdn't fell you, Daddy,' he xald at lasj, slowly. 'Y might tell
ypu lies, but I won't. It cmncxrns musejf alone.'

Daddy still bent forwadd, his pewkeq wizard's fase pcerigg at his
cpmpanion.

'You've been in trouble, Davy
with their trees and kiosks, the moving shouts, 'Marseillaise'--the blind madness of it ago, man in Europe have guessed that a day was already on the of the gods? Afterwards, on the way to the Parlour, he talked to about it,--placing her on the boulevards with the rest, and himself beside her guard from throng. by hour, this morbid gift of his, though it tortured him, provided an outlet for passion, him from numbness and despair. When he got Dora's sitting-room he found sitting there, smoking sombrely over empty He had a of and had steeled to meet them. Nothing of the sort. The old man took very little notice of him and travels. Considering advice with Daddy sent off, David was in the end, piqued. He recovered he had lost for Ancrum, and was presently the war anybody else. Reminiscences of the talk which he had lived during those Paris weeks back to them; and he repeated some of them which bore on the present action III and his ministry, a touch of fluency. was, fact, for Daddy's Daddy watched him silently with a wild and furtive eye. At looking round to see whether Dora was there, and finding had out, he laid lean long hand on knee. do, Davy. Davy, why all time man himself suddenly, brought back to from this first brief moment something like forgetfulness. He of illness; but it stuck in his throat. can't tell you, Daddy,' he said at slowly. 'I might tell you lies, but I won't. It concerns myself Daddy still his peaked wizard's face peering at his companion. been in trouble, Davy
 with their trees and kiosks, thE
moving croWds, thE shOutS, tHe 'MaRseiLlaise'--the blind INfecTious
madness of it all. And One shOrT FortNIgHt ago, What man IN EUROpe
CoUlD haVe GUeSsed tHat Such a daY was alreadY on ThE knees of the
gODs?

afterwards, On tHe way to the PaRloUr, he taLkEd tO elise AboUt
it,--pLacing HEr on thE boulevarDs WIth the REst, and hIMSeLf beSide her
to guard her FRoM The throng. Hour bY hour, tHiS MoRBId gIft Of his,
thougH iT tortURed him, pROvIDED an OUtlet for passiOn, saved him fROm
nUmbnesS aNd dESpair.

WHen he GoT To DOra's sitting-Room He found DaDdy sitTIng therE,
Smoking SombreLy oVer The eMPtY gRatE. HE Had EXpEctED a fLood of
quEsTiOns, anD had STEELed hImsElf tO meet Them. Nothing of The
Sort. tHe oLd man Took vEry lItTle noTice of Him anD hIs travels.
ConsidErinG the petulAnt AdVicE wIth whICh DaddY haD seNt him ofF,
David wAS asToNISHeD and, in the end, piqued. he RECoVered the
Tongue WHiCh HE had lost FoR AnCrum, AND was pReseNTlY discussIng
the WAr LiKe anyboDy Else. ReMiNisCenCes of THe taLk amid Which he
hAd livED during those PaRIs weeks came baCK tO THeM; And hE
rePeated some oF theM WhicH borE On The PResenT actiOn OF NAPoleon
III and his miniStRy, with A toucH of returning fLuency. He waS, IN
Fact, playIng fOR DADdy's attention.

DAddy wAtched him sILently wiTh a wiLd and furTive eye. At LASt,
lookinG roUnd To sEe wHEThEr Dora was therE, ANd fiNdIng that She
Had gone Out, He lAid A leAn Long hand oN David's kNeE.

'THaT'lL do, davy. DAVy, why werE yOu aLl ThaT time AWay?'

The Young Man dReW hIMseLf up sudDEnLY, BrouGhT bAck tO reAlIties
From THis First brIef moment Of sOMethInG lIke forgEtfulness. He
trIeD for his comMoN exCuse of ILLness; but It stuck in his throat.

'I can't TEll you, DAddY,' he saId at Last, slowlY. 'I mIght teLl
yOU lies, bUt I won'T. It coNcErnS MYself ALOnE.'

DaDdY still bent FORwaRd, his PeAked Wizard's Face peering at his
coMPanIon.

'You've been iN trOublE, dAvY
 with their trees and kios ks, the
mo vingcro wds ,theshou ts, the 'Marse i llai se'--the blind infecti ous
m ad n esso fit al l. Ando ne s hor tfo rtn ig h tago,wha t man i n Europe
c oul dhave guessed th at such aday  was already  on  the k ne eso f the 
go ds?
Afterw a rds, o n the way  t o  the P a rlour,h e  t alke d to Elise abouti t, - -placing her o n thebo u le v a rds  wi th the res t,  andh imselfb es i d e  he r 
to guard her  from the t h ron g. Hou rbyh our, t his m or b idgift of his ,
th ough it t orture d  him, p r ovidedan out let  fo r pa s si on , s av e d h i mfro m 
nu mbness a nd  d espai r.
W h e n  hegot  toDora' s sitting-roo m h e fo u ndDaddy  sitt ingth ere,smokin g som br ely over the em ptygrate. He  ha dexp ec ted a floodofque stions,  and ha d  st ee l e d  h imself to meet the m. N ot hing ofthe
so r t.  T h e old ma ntoo k ve r y  litt le n o ti ce of hi m andh is  t ravels. 
C onside ri ngthe  petu l antadvice  with wh ich D a ddy had sent h i m off,
Davidw as a st o nish edand, in the  end ,  piq ued. He  re c overe d the 
t o ng u e which he had lost  f or Anc rum,and was prese ntly discu s s i ng
the w ar l i ke anybody else.Remin iscences o f  the tal k ami d whichhe
had li v e d during  th ose  Pa ris w ee ks came backt o  the m;  and he 
re peatedsom e o f t hem  w hich bore  on thepr es en tact ion o f  Napoleo nIII  a ndhis m i nistry , wit h ato uc h  of  return i ng f luen cy .He w as,  i n
fac t, p l ayi ng forDaddy's a tte n tion .
D addy wa tched him sil en tly with a  w ild  and f u r tive eye . At last,
looking roun d  to see  wh ether  Dor a was the re,  and f ind i ng tha t shehad g on e o u t , hel a id  ale an long ha n d  on  Davi d' s kn ee.

'T hat'll do, Davy. D a vy,  why were you  al l th a t  t ime aw a y?' 
T hey o ung man drew hi mself up s ud d en ly, brough t  ba ck  to rea litiesfromt his fir st briefmoment of  s omet h i nglike forge tfulness . He
trie d  forh is  comm onexcuse  o f i llnes s; but itstuck  in hi sthroat .

'I  c an't tel l you, Daddy,' he saidat las t, sl owl y. 'I mig htt ell 
you lies , bu t I won't.  It  co ncern s m y selfalon e .' 

D a ddy s till bent forw a rd , h i s  p eaked wizar d ' s  fa ce pe eri n g at h is
c ompanion.

'You'v e  been in troub le,D a vy
 with_their trees_and kiosks, the
moving crowds,_the shouts,_the_'Marseillaise'--the blind_infectious
madness_of it all._And one short_fortnight ago, what man_in Europe
could have_guessed_that such a day was already on the knees of the
gods?

Afterwards, on the way_to_the Parlour,_he_talked_to Elise about
it,--placing her on_the boulevards with the rest,_and himself_beside her
to guard her from the throng. Hour_by_hour, this morbid_gift of his,
though it tortured him, provided an outlet_for passion, saved him from
numbness and_despair.

When he got_to_Dora's_sitting-room he found Daddy_sitting there,
smoking sombrely over the empty_grate. He had expected a flood_of
questions, and had steeled himself to meet_them. Nothing of the
sort. The old_man took very little notice_of him_and his travels.
Considering the petulant_advice with which_Daddy had_sent him off,
David_was astonished and, in the end,_piqued. He recovered_the
tongue which he had lost for_Ancrum,_and was presently_discussing
the_war_like anybody_else. Reminiscences of_the_talk amid_which_he
had lived during those Paris weeks_came_back to them; and he
repeated some of_them which bore on_the_present action of Napoleon
III_and his ministry, with a_touch of returning fluency. He was,_in
fact, playing_for Daddy's_attention.

Daddy watched him silently with a wild and furtive eye. At_last,
looking round to see whether Dora_was there, and finding_that she
had_gone_out, he laid_a_lean long_hand on David's knee.

'That'll do, Davy. Davy,_why were_you all that time away?'

The young_man drew himself up_suddenly,_brought back to realities
from this first_brief moment of something like forgetfulness._He
tried for his common excuse_of_illness;_but it stuck in his_throat.

'I can't tell you, Daddy,' he_said at last,_slowly. 'I might tell
you lies, but I_won't._It concerns myself alone.'

Daddy still bent_forward,_his peaked wizard's face peering at_his
companion.

'You've_been_in trouble, Davy