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him when he went before； and before him when he went behind。 When they had finished hunting； Mr。 Stone went down to the garden gate。 Here Bianca found him presently motionless； without a hat； in the full sun； craning his white head in the direction from which he knew the little model habitually came。 The mistress of the house was herself returning from her annual visit to the Royal Academy； where she still went； as dogs； from some perverted sense； will go and sniff round other dogs to whom they have long taken a dislike。 A loose…hanging veil depended from her mushroom…shaped and coloured hat。 Her eyes were brightened by her visit。 Mr。 Stone soon seemed to take in who she was； and stood regarding her a minute without speaking。 His attitude towards his daughters was rather like that of an old drake towards two swans whom he has inadvertently begottenthere was inquiry in it； disapproval； admiration； and faint surprise。
〃Why has she not come？〃 he said。
Bianca winced behind her veil。 〃Have you asked Hilary？〃
〃I cannot find him；〃 answered Mr。 Stone。 Something about his patient stooping figure and white head； on which the sunlight was falling； made Bianca slip her hand through his arm。
〃Come in； Dad。 I'll do your copying。〃
Mr。 Stone looked at her intently； and shook his head。
〃It would be against my principles； I cannot take an unpaid service。 But if you would come； my dear； I should like to read to you。 It is stimulating。〃
At that request Bianca's eyes grew dim。 Pressing Mr。 Stone's shaggy arm against her breast； she moved with him towards the house。
〃I think I may have written something that will interest you；〃 Mr。 Stone said； as they went along。
〃I am sure you have；〃 Bianca murmured。
〃It is universal；〃 said Mr。 Stone； 〃it concerns birth。 Sit at the table。 I will begin； as usual； where I left off yesterday。〃
Bianca took the little model's seat； resting her chin on her hand； as motionless as any of the statues she had just been viewing。 It almost seemed as if Mr。 Stone were feeling nervous。 He twice arranged his papers； cleared his throat； then； lifting a sheet suddenly； took three steps； turned his back on her； and began to read。
〃'In that slow； incessant change of form to form； called Life； men； made spasmodic by perpetual action； had seized on a certain moment； no more intrinsically notable than any other moment； and had called it Birth。 This habit of honouring one single instant of the universal process to the disadvantage of all the other instants had done more； perhaps； than anything to obfuscate the crystal clearness of the fundamental flux。 As well might such as watch the process of the green； unfolding earth； emerging from the brumous arms of winter； isolate a single day and call it Spring。 In the tides of rhythm by which the change of form to form was governed'〃Mr。 Stone's voice； which had till then been but a thin； husky murmur； gradually grew louder and louder； as though he were addressing a great concourse 〃'the golden universal haze in which men should have flown like bright wing…beats round the sun gave place to the parasitic halo which every man derived from the glorifying of his own nativity。 To this primary mistake could be traced his intensely personal philosophy。 Slowly but surely there had dried up in his heart the wish to be his brother。'〃
He stopped reading suddenly。
〃I see him coming in；〃 he said。
The next minute the door opened； and Hilary entered。
〃She has not come；〃 said Mr。 Stone； and Bianca murmured：
〃We miss her！〃
〃Her eyes；〃 said Mr。 Stone； 〃have a peculiar look； they help me to see into the future。 I have noticed the same look in the eyes of female dogs。〃
With a little laugh； Bianca murmured again：
〃That is good！〃
〃There is one virtue in dogs；〃 said Hilary； 〃which human beings lack… they are incapable of mockery。〃
But Bianca's lips； parted； indrawn； seemed saying： 'You ask too much！ I no longer attract you。 Am I to sympathise in the attraction this common little girl has for you？'
Mr。 Stone's gaze was fixed intently on the wall。
〃The dog；〃 he said； 〃has lost much of its primordial character。〃
And； moving to his desk； he took up his quill pen。
Hilary and Bianca made no sound； nor did they look at one another； and in this silence； so much more full of meaning than any talk； the scratching of the quill went on。 Mr。 Stone put it down at last； and； seeing two persons in the room； read：
〃'Looking back at those days when the doctrine of evolution had reached its pinnacle； one sees how the human mind； by its habit of continual crystallisations； had destroyed all the meaning of the process。 Witness； for example； that sterile phenomenon； the pagoda of 'caste'！ Like this Chinese building； so was Society then formed。 Men were living there in layers； as divided from each other； class from class…'〃 He took up the quill； and again began to write。
〃You understand； I suppose；〃 said Hilary in a low voice； 〃that she has been told not to come？〃
Bianca moved her shoulders。
With a most unwonted look of anger； he added：
〃Is it within the scope of your generosity to credit me with the desire to meet your wishes？〃
Bianca's answer was a laugh so strangely hard； so cruelly bitter； that Hilary involuntarily turned； as though to retrieve the sound before it reached the old man's ears。
Mr。 Stone had laid down his pen。 〃I shall write no more to…day；〃 he said； 〃I have lost my feelingI am not myself。〃 He spoke in a voice unlike his own。
Very tired and worn his old figure looked； as some lean horse； whose sun has set； stands with drooped head； the hollows in his neck showing under his straggling mane。 And suddenly； evidently quite oblivious that he had any audience； he spoke：
〃O Great Universe； I am an old man of a faint spirit； with no singleness of purpose。 Help me to write onhelp me to write a book such as the world has never seen！〃
A dead silence followed that strange prayer； then Bianca； with tears rolling down her face； got up and rushed out of the room。
Mr。 Stone came to himself。 His mute； white face had suddenly grown scared and pink。 He looked at Hilary。
〃I fear that I forgot myself。 Have I said anything peculiar？〃
Not feeling certain of his voice； Hilary shook his head； and he； too； moved towards the door。
CHAPTER XXIV
SHADOWLAND
〃Each of us has a shadow in those placesin those streets。〃
That saying of Mr。 Stone's； whichlike so many of his sayingshad travelled forth to beat the air； might have seemed； even 〃in those days；〃 not altogether without meaning to anyone who looked into the room of Mr。 Joshua Creed in Hound Street。
This aged butler lay in bed waiting for the inevitable striking of a small alarum clock placed in the very centre of his mantelpiece。 Flanking that round and ruthless arbiter； which drove him day by day to stand up on feet whose time had come to rest； were the effigies of his past triumphs。 On the one hand； in a papier…mache frame； slightly tinged with smuts； stood a portrait of the 〃Honorable Bateson；〃 in the uniform of his Yeomanry。 Creed's former master's face wore that dare…devil look with which he had been wont to say： 〃D…n it； Creed！