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y； vapid table talk to which Erica had lately been accustomed。 After the ladies had left the room； Donovan； rather to his amusement； found the talk veering round to Luke Raeburn。 Presently； Leslie Cunningham hazarded a direct question about Erica in a would…be indifferent tone。 In reply； Donovan told him briefly and without comment what he knew of her history； keeping on the surface of things and speaking always with a sort of careful restraint。 He was never very fond of discussing people； and perhaps in this case the realization of the thousand objections to any serious outcome of Leslie's sudden admiration strengthened his reserve。 However； fate was apparently kinder though perhaps really more cruel than the host； for Donovan was summoned into the library to interview an aggrieved constituent； and Leslie finding his way to the drawing room； was only too delighted to meet Gladys going upstairs to see her children。
The lamps were lighted in the drawing room； but the curtains were not drawn； and beside the open window he saw a slim； white…robed figure。 Erica was looking out into the gathering darkness。 He crossed the room； and stood beside her； his heart beating quickly； all the more because she did not move or take any notice of his presence。 It was unconventional； but perhaps because he was so weary of the ordinary young ladies who invariably smiled and fluttered the moment he approached them； and were so perfectly ready to make much of him； this unconventionality attracted him。 He watched her for a minute in silence。 She was very happy； and was looking her loveliest。 Presently she turned。
〃I think it is the stillness which is so wonderful！〃 she exclaimed。
It was spoken with the frankness of a child； with the spontaneous confidence of the pure child…nature； which instinctively recognizes all the lovable and trustable。 The clear； golden eyes looked right into his for a moment。 A strange reverence awoke within him。 He had seen more beautiful eyes before； but none so entirely wanting in that unreality of expression arising from a wish to produce an effect； none so beautifully sincere。
〃The country stillness； you mean？〃 he replied。
〃Yes； it is rest in itself。 I have never stayed in the country before。〃
〃Is it possible！〃 he exclaimed。
He had often languidly discussed the comparative advantages of Murren and Zermatt with girls who took a yearly tour abroad as naturally as their dinner； but to talk to one who had spent her whole life in towns； who could enjoy a country evening so absolutely and unaffectedly； was a strange and delightful novelty。
〃You are one of those who can really enjoy；〃 he said。 〃You are not blasee you are one of the happy mortals who keep the faculty of enjoyment as strongly all through life as in childhood。〃
〃Yes； I think I can enjoy；〃 said Erica。 〃But I suppose we pay for our extra faculty of enjoyment。
〃You mean by being more sensitive to pain？〃
〃Yes； though that sounds rather like Dickens's Mrs。 Gummidge； when she thought she felt smoky chimneys more than other people。〃
He laughed。
〃How I wish you could turn over your work to me； and go to Switzerland tomorrow in my place！ Only I should wish to be there； too； for the sake of seeing you enjoy it。〃
〃Do you go tomorrow？〃
〃Yes； with my father。〃
〃Ah！ How delightful！ I confess I do envy you a little。 I do long to see snow mountains。 Always living in London makes me〃
He interrupted her with a sort of exclamation of horror。
〃Oh！ Don't abuse London！〃 she said； laughing。 〃If one must live all the year round in one place； I would rather be there than anywhere。 When I hear people abusing it； I always think they don't know how to use their eyes。 What can be more lovely； for instance； than the view from Greenwich Park by the observatory？ Don't you know that beautiful clump of Scotch firs in the foreground； and then the glimpse of the river through the trees？ And then there is that lovely part by Queen Elizabeth's oak。 The view in Hyde Park； too； over the Serpentine； how exquisite that is on a summer afternoon； with the Westminster towers standing up in a golden haze。 Or Kensington Gardens in the autumn； when the leaves are turning； and there is blue mist in the background against the dark tree trunks。 I think I love every inch of London！〃
Leslie Cunningham would have listened to the praises of the Black Country； if only for the sake of hearing her voice。
〃Well； as far as England goes； you are in the right place for scenery now； I know a few lovelier parts than this。〃
〃What are those lights on the lower terrace？〃 asked Erica； suddenly。
〃Glow worms。 Have you never seen them？ Come and look at them nearer。〃
〃Oh； I should like to！〃 she said； with the charming enthusiasm and eagerness which delighted him so much。
To guide her down the steps in the dusky garden； to feel her hand on his arm； to hear her fresh； naive remarks； and then to recall what Donovan Farrant had just told him about her strange； sad story； all seemed to draw him on irresistibly。 He had had three or four tolerably serious flirtations； but now he knew that he had never before really loved。
Erica was delighted with the glow worms； and delighted with the dewy fragrance of the garden； and delighted with the soft； balmy stillness of the night。 She was one of those who revel in Nature； and all that she said was evidently the overflow of a rapturous happiness； curiously contrasting with the ordinary set remarks of admiration； or falsely sentimental outbursts too much in vogue。 But Leslie Cunningham found that the child…likeness was not only in manner； but that Erica had no idea of flirting； she was bright； and merry； and talkative； but she had no thought； no desire of attracting his attention。 She had actually and literally come out into the garden to see the glow worms； not to monopolize the much…run…after young M。P； and as soon as she had seen them she said she felt cold； and suggested going back again。
He was disappointed； but the words were so perfectly sincere； so free from suspicion of mere conventionality； that there was nothing for it but to return。 Half amused； half piqued； but wholly in love； he speedily forgot himself in real anxiety。
〃I hope you haven't taken cold；〃 he said； with great solicitude。
〃Oh； no；〃 said Erica； 〃but I want to be careful for the night…school work will be beginning soon； and I must go home fresh for that。〃
Something in her words broke the spell of perfect happiness which had hitherto held him。 Was it the mention of her every…day life； with its surroundings unknown to him？ Or was it some faint perception that in the world of duty to which she referred their paths could not rightly converge？ A cold chill crept over him。
〃You were quite right；〃 he said with an involuntary shiver。 〃It is decidedly cold out here； the mist rises from the river； I expect； or else your reference to the working…day world has recalled me from fairy…land。 You should not speak of work in such a place as this it is incongruous。〃
She smiled。
〃Ernst ist das leben；〃 she replied quietly。 〃One can't forget that even at such a time as this； and in such a place。〃
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