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A motor…car dashing past drowned the rest； and when the voice rose again it was evidently dictating another paragraph。
〃'In those places； in those streets； the shadows swarmed； whispering and droning like a hive of dying bees； who； their honey eaten； wander through the winter day seeking flowers that are frozen and dead。〃'
A great bee which had been busy with the lilac began to circle； booming； round his hair。 Suddenly Hilary saw Mr。 Stone raise both his arms。
〃'In huge congeries； crowded； devoid of light and air； they were assembled； these bloodless imprints from forms of higher caste。 They lay； like the reflection of leaves which； fluttering free in the sweet winds； let fall to the earth wan resemblances。 Imponderous； dark ghosts； wandering ones chained to the ground； they had no hope of any Lovely City； nor knew whence they had come。 Men cast them on the pavements and marched on。 They did not in Universal Brotherhood clasp their shadows to sleep within their heartsfor the sun was not then at noon； when no man has a shadow。'〃
As those words of swan song died away he swayed and trembled； and suddenly disappeared below the sight…line； as if he had sat down。 The little model took his place in the open window。 She started at seeing Hilary； then； motionless； stood gazing at him。 Out of the gloom of the opening her eyes were all pupil； two spots of the surrounding darkness imprisoned in a face as pale as any flower。 Rigid as the girl herself； Hilary looked up at her。
A voice behind him said： 〃How are you？ I thought I'd give my car a run。〃 Mr。 Purcey was coming from the gate； his eyes fixed on the window where the girl stood。 〃How is your wife？〃 he added。
The bathos of this visit roused an acid fury in Hilary。 He surveyed Mr。 Purcey's figure from his cloth…topped boots to his tall hat； and said： 〃Shall we go in and find her？〃
As they went along Mr。 Purcey said： 〃That's the youngtheermodel I met in your wife's studio； isn't it？ Pretty girl！〃
Hilary compressed his lips。
〃Now； what sort of living do those girls make？〃 pursued Mr。 Purcey。 〃I suppose they've most of them other resources。 Eh； what？〃
〃They make the living God will let them； I suppose； as other people do。〃
Mr。 Purcey gave him a sharp look。 It was almost as if Dallison had meant to snub him。
〃Oh； exactly！ I should think this girl would have no difficulty。〃 And suddenly he saw a curious change come over 〃that writing fellow；〃 as he always afterwards described Hilary。 Instead of a mild； pleasant…looking chap enough； he had become a regular cold devil。
〃My wife appears to be out；〃 Hilary said。 〃I also have an engagement。〃
In his surprise and anger Mr。 Purcey said with great simplicity； 〃Sorry I'm 'de trop'！〃 and soon his car could be heard bearing him away with some unnecessary noise。
CHAPTER XXXII
BEHIND BIANCA'S VEIL
But Bianca was not out。 She had been a witness of Hilary's long look at the little model。 Coming from her studio through the glass passage to the house； she could not； of course； see what he was gazing at； but she knew as well as if the girl had stood before her in the dark opening of the window。 Hating herself for having seen； she went to her room； and lay on her bed with her hands pressed to her eyes。 She was used to lonelinessthat necessary lot of natures such as hers； but the bitter isolation of this hour was such as to drive even her lonely nature to despair。
She rose at last； and repaired the ravages made in her face and dress； lest anyone should see that she was suffering。 Then； first making sure that Hilary had left the garden； she stole out。
She wandered towards Hyde Park。 It was Whitsuntide； a time of fear to the cultivated Londoner。 The town seemed all arid jollity and paper bags whirled on a dusty wind。 People swarmed everywhere in clothes which did not suit them； desultory； dead…tired creatures who； in these few green hours of leisure out of the sandy eternity of their toil； were not suffered to rest； but were whipped on by starved instincts to hunt pleasures which they longed for too dreadfully to overtake。
Bianca passed an old tramp asleep beneath a tree。 His clothes had clung to him so long and lovingly that they were falling off； but his face was calm as though masked with the finest wax。 Forgotten were his sores and sorrows； he was in the blessed fields of sleep。
Bianca hastened away from the sight of such utter peace。 She wandered into a grove of trees which had almost eluded the notice of the crowd。 They were limes； guarding still within them their honey bloom。 Their branches of light； broad leaves； near heart…shaped； were spread out like wide skirts。 The tallest of these trees； a beautiful； gay creature； stood tremulous； like a mistress waiting for her tardy lover。 What joy she seemed to promise； what delicate enticement； with every veined quivering leaf！ And suddenly the sun caught hold of her； raised her up to him； kissed her all over； she gave forth a sigh of happiness； as though her very spirit had travelled through her lips up to her lover's heart。
A woman in a lilac frock came stealing through the trees towards Bianca； and sitting down not far off； kept looking quickly round under her sunshade。
Presently Bianca saw what she was looking for。 A young man in black coat and shining hat came swiftly up and touched her shoulder。 Half hidden by the foliage they sat； leaning forward； prodding gently at the ground with stick and parasol； the stealthy murmur of their talk； so soft and intimate that no word was audible； stole across the grass； and secretly he touched her hand and arm。 They were not of the holiday crowd； and had evidently chosen out this vulgar afternoon for a stolen meeting。
Bianca rose and hurried on amongst the trees。 She left the Park。 In the streets many couples； not so careful to conceal their intimacy； were parading arm…in…arm。 The sight of them did not sting her like the sight of those lovers in the Park； they were not of her own order。 But presently she saw a little boy and girl asleep on the doorstep of a mansion； with their cheeks pressed close together and their arms round each other； and again she hurried on。 In the course of that long wandering she passed the building which 〃Westminister〃 was so anxious to avoid。 In its gateway an old couple were just about to separate； one to the men's； the other to the women's quarters。 Their toothless mouths were close together。 〃Well； goodnight； Mother！〃 〃Good…night； Father； good…night…take care o' yourself！〃
Once more Bianca hurried on。
It was past nine when she turned into the Old Square； and rang the bell of her sister's house with the sheer physical desire to rest somewhere that was not her home。
At one end of the long； low drawing…room Stephen； in evening dress； was reading aloud from a review。 Cecilia was looking dubiously at his sock； where she seemed to see a tiny speck of white that might be Stephen。 In the window at the far end Thyme and Martin were exchanging speeches at short intervals； they made no move at Bianca's entrance； and their faces said： 〃We have no use for that handshaking nonsense！〃
Receiving Cecilia's little； warm； doubt