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sed me to see。 It was the face of the traveler who had helped the woman in mourning out of the railway carriage； baring his head before her grief。 I could not help turning and speaking to my stately elderly partner。
〃Do you know who that isthe man at the other side of the table？〃 I asked。
Old Lord Armour looked across and answered with an amiable smile。 〃It is the author the world is talking of most in these days； and the talking is no new thing。 It's Mr。 Hector MacNairn。〃
No one but myself could tell how glad I was。 It seemed so right that he should be the man who had understood the deeps of a poor； passing stranger woman's woe。 I had so loved that quiet baring of his head！ All at once I knew I should not be afraid of him。 He would understand that I could not help being shy； that it was only my nature； and that if I said things awkwardly my meanings were better than my words。 Perhaps I should be able to tell him something of what his books had been to me。 I glanced through the flowers againand he was looking at me！ I could scarcely believe it for a second。 But he was。 His eyeshis wonderful eyesmet mine。 I could not explain why they were wonderful。 I think it was the clearness and understanding in them； and a sort of great interestedness。 People sometimes look at me from curiosity； but they do not look because they are really interested。
I could scarcely look away； though I knew I must not be guilty of staring。 A footman was presenting a dish at my side。 I took something from it without knowing what it was。 Lord Armour began to talk kindly。 He was saying beautiful； admiring things of Mr。 MacNairn and his work。 I listened gratefully； and said a few words myself now and then。 I was only too glad to be told of the great people and the small ones who were moved and uplifted by his thoughts。
〃You admire him very much； I can see；〃 the amiable elderly voice said。
I could not help turning and looking up。 〃It is as if a great； great genius were one's friend as if he talked and one listened；〃 I said。 〃He is like a splendid dream which has come true。〃
Old Lord Armour looked at me quite thoughtfully； as if he saw something new in me。
〃That is a good way of putting it； Miss Muircarrie；〃 he answered。 〃MacNairn would like that。 You must tell him about it yourself。〃
I did not mean to glance through the flowers again； but I did it involuntarily。 And I met the other eyesthe wonderful； interested ones just as I had met them before。 It almost seemed as if he had been watching me。 It might be； I thought； because he only vaguely remembered seeing me before and was trying to recall where we had met。
When my guardian brought his men guests to the drawing…room after dinner； I was looking over some old prints at a quiet； small table。 There were a few minutes of smiling talk； and then Sir Ian crossed the room toward me； bringing some one with him。 It was Hector MacNairn he brought。
〃Mr。 MacNairn tells me you traveled together this afternoon without knowing each other；〃 he said。 〃He has heard something of Muircarrie and would like to hear more； Ysobel。 She lives like a little ghost all alone in her feudal castle； Mr。 MacNairn。 We can't persuade her to like London。〃
I think he left us alone together because he realized that we should get on better without a companion。
Mr。 MacNairn sat down near me and began to talk about Muircarrie。 There were very few places like it； and he knew about each one of them。 He knew the kind of things Angus Macayre knewthe things most people had either never heard of or had only thought of as legends。 He talked as he wrote； and I scarcely knew when he led me into talking also。 Afterward I realized that he had asked me questions I could not help answering because his eyes were drawing me on with that quiet； deep interest。 It seemed as if he saw something in my face which made him curious。
I think I saw this expression first when we began to speak of our meeting in the railway carriage； and I mentioned the poor little fair child my heart had ached so for。
〃It was such a little thing and it did so want to comfort her！ Its white little clinging hands were so pathetic when they stroked and patted her；〃 I said。 〃And she did not even look at it。〃
He did not start； but he hesitated in a way which almost produced the effect of a start。 Long afterward I remembered it。
〃The child！〃 he said。 〃Yes。 But I was sitting on the other side。 And I was so absorbed in the poor mother that I am afraid I scarcely saw it。 Tell me about it。〃
〃It was not six years old； poor mite；〃 I answered。 〃It was one of those very fair children one sees now and then。 It was not like its mother。 She was not one of the White People。〃
〃The White People？〃 he repeated quite slowly after me。 〃You don't mean that she was not a Caucasian？ Perhaps I don't understand。〃
That made me feel a trifle shy again。 Of course he could not know what I meant。 How silly of me to take it for granted that he would！
〃I beg pardon。 I forgot；〃 I even stammered a little。 〃It is only my way of thinking of those fair people one sees； those very fair ones； you knowthe ones whose fairness looks almost transparent。 There are not many of them； of course； but one can't help noticing them when they pass in the street or come into a room。 You must have noticed them； too。 I always call them； to myself； the White People； because they are different from the rest of us。 The poor mother wasn't one； but the child was。 Perhaps that was why I looked at it； at first。 It was such a lovely little thing； and the whiteness made it look delicate； and I could not help thinking〃 I hesitated； because it seemed almost unkind to finish。
〃You thought that if she had just lost one child she ought to take more care of the other；〃 he ended for me。 There was a deep thoughtfulness in his look； as if he were watching me。 I wondered why。
〃I wish I had paid more attention to the little creature；〃 he said； very gently。 〃Did it cry？〃
〃No；〃 I answered。 〃It only clung to her and patted her black sleeve and kissed it； as if it wanted to comfort her。 I kept expecting it to cry； but it didn't。 It made me cry because it seemed so sure that it could comfort her if she would only remember that it was alive and loved her。 I wish； I wish death did not make people feel as if it filled all the worldas if； when it happens； there is no life left anywhere。 The child who was alive by her side did not seem a living thing to her。 It didn't matter。〃
I had never said as much to any one before； but his watching eyes made me forget my shy worldlessness。
〃What do you feel about itdeath？〃 he asked。
The low gentleness of his voice seemed something I had known always。
〃I never saw it；〃 I answered。 〃I have never even seen any one dangerously ill。 I It is as if I can't believe it。〃
〃You can't believe it？ That is a wonderful thing；〃 he said； even more quietly than before。
〃If none of us believed； how wonderful that would be！ Beautiful； too。〃
〃How that poor mother believed it！〃 I said； remembering her swollen； distorted； sobbing face。 〃She believed nothing else； everything else was gone。〃
〃I wonder