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〃I don't know；〃 said Erica； sadly。 〃It has been getting steadily worse for the last few years； we have had to give up thing after thing。 Before long I shouldn't wonder if these rooms in what father calls 〃Persecution alley〃 grew too expensive for us。 But； after all； it is this sort of thing which makes our own people love him so much； don't you think？〃
〃I have no doubt it is；〃 said Charles Osmond； thoughtfully。
And then for a minute or two there was silence。 Erica； having finished her toasting； stirred the fire into a blaze； and Charles Osmond sat watching the fair； childish face which looked lovelier than ever in the soft glow of the fire light。 What would her future be； he wondered。 She seemed too delicate and sensitive for the stormy atmosphere in which she lived。 Would the hard life embitter her； or would she sink under it？ But there was a certain curve of resoluteness about her well…formed chin which was sufficient answer to the second question； while he could not but think that the best safeguard against the danger of bitterness lay in her very evident love and loyalty to her father。
Erica in the meantime sat stroking her cat Friskarina； and wondering a little who her visitor could be。 She liked him very much； and could not help responding to the bright kindly eyes which seemed to plead for confidence； though he was such an entire stranger she found herself quite naturally opening out her heart to him。
〃I am to take notes at my father's meeting tonight；〃 she said； breaking the silence； 〃and perhaps write the account of it afterward； too； and there's such a delightfully funny man coming to speak on the other side。〃
〃Mr。 Randolph； is it not？〃
〃Yes； a sort of male Mrs。 Malaprop。 Oh； such fun！〃 and at the remembrance of some past encounter； Erica's eyes positively danced with laughter。 But the next minute she was very grave。
〃I came to speak to Mr。 Raeburn about this evening；〃 said Charles Osmond。 〃Do you know if he has heard of a rumor that this Mr。 Randolph has hired a band of roughs to interrupt the meeting？〃
Erica made an indignant exclamation。
〃Perhaps that was what the telegram was about；〃 she continued； after a moment's thought。 〃We found it here when we came in。 Father said nothing； but went out very quickly to answer it。 Oh！ Now we shall have a dreadful time of it； I suppose； and perhaps he'll get hurt again。 I did hope they had given up that sort of thing。〃
She looked so troubled that Charles Osmond regretted he had said anything； and hastened to assure her that what he had heard was the merest rumor； and very possibly not true。
〃I am afraid；〃 she said； 〃it is too bad not to be true。〃
It struck Charles Osmond that that was about the saddest little sentence he had ever heard。
Partly wishing to change the subject； party from real interest； he made some remark about a lovely little picture； the only one in the room； its frame was lighted up by the flickering blaze； and even in the imperfect light he could see that the subject was treated in no ordinary way。 It was a little bit of the Thames far away from London； with a bank of many…tinted trees on one side； and out beyond a range of low hills； purple in the evening light。 In the sky was a rosy sunset glow； melted above into saffron color； and this was reflected in the water； gilding and mellowing the foreground of sedge and water lilies。 But what made the picture specially charming was that the artist had really caught the peculiar solemn stillness of evening； merely to look at that quiet； peaceful river brought a feeling of hush and calmness。 It seemed a strange picture to find as the sole ornament in the study of a man who had all his life been fighting the world。
Erica brightened up again； and seemed to forget her anxiety when he questioned her as to the artist。
〃There is such a nice story about that picture；〃 she said； 〃I always like to look at it。 It was about two years ago； one very cold winter's day； and a woman came with some oil paintings which she was trying to sell for her husband； who was ill； he was rather a good artist； but had been in bad health for a long time； till at last she had really come to hawking about his pictures in this way； because they were in such dreadful distress。 Father was very much worried just then； there was a horrid libel case going on； and that morning he was very busy； and he sent the woman away rather sharply； and said he had no time to listen to her。 Then presently he was vexed with himself because she really had looked in great trouble； and he thought he had been harsh； and； though he was dreadfully pressed for time； he would go out into the square to see if he couldn't find her again。 I went with him； and we had walked all round and had almost given her up； when we caught sight of her coming out of a house on the opposite side。 And then it was so nice； father spoke so kindly to her； and found out more about her history； and said that he was too poor to buy her pictures； but she looked dreadfully tired and cold； so he asked her to come in and rest； and she came and sat by the fire； and stayed to dinner with us； and we looked at her pictures； because she seemed so proud of them and liked us to。 One of them was that little river scene； which father took a great fancy to； and praised a great deal。 She left us her address； and later on； when the libel case was ended； and father had got damages； and so had a little spare money； he sent some to this poor artist； and they were so grateful； though； do you know； I think the dinner pleased them more than the money； and they would insist on sending this picture to father。 I'll light the gas； and then you'll see it better。〃
She twisted a piece of paper into a spill； and put an end to the gloaming。 Charles Osmond stood up to get a nearer view of the painting； and Erica； too； drew nearer； and looked at it for a minute in silence。
〃Father took me up the Thames once；〃 she said； by and by。 〃It was so lovely。 Some day； when all these persecutions are over； we are going to have a beautiful tour； and see all sorts of places。 But I don't know when they will be over。 As soon as one bigot〃 she broke off suddenly； with a stifled exclamation of dismay。
Charles Osmond； in the dim light； with his long gray beard； had not betrayed his clerical dress； but； glancing round at him now； she saw at once that the stranger to whom she had spoken so unreservedly was by no means one of her father's followers。
〃Well！〃 he said； smiling； half understanding her confusion。
〃You are a clergyman！〃 she almost gasped。
〃Yes； why not？〃
〃I beg your pardon； I never thoughtyou seemed so much too〃
〃Too what？〃urged Charles Osmond。 Then； as she still hesitated； 〃Now； you must really let me hear the end of that sentence； or I shall imagine everything dreadful。〃
〃Too nice；〃 murmured Erica； wishing that she could sink through the floor。
But the confession so tickled Charles Osmond that he laughed aloud； and his laughter was so infectious that Erica； in spite of her confusion； could not help joining in it。 She had a very keen sense of the ludicrous； and the position was undoubtedly a laughable one； still there were certain appa