hewouldsay。Intime——itwasstillveryvague——hewouldrentorpurchaseafarm。Thereisnoformulainwhichwemaysumupdecentpeople。SoAnsellhadpreached，andhadofcourseproceededtoofferaformula:"Theymustbeserious，theymustbetruthful。"Seriousnotinthesenseofglum;buttheymustbeconvincedthatourlifeisastateofsomeimportance，andourearthnotaplacetobeattimeon。OfsomuchStephenwasconvinced:heshoweditinhiswork，inhisplay，inhisself—respect，andaboveall——thoughthefactishardtoface—inhissacredpassionforalcohol。Drink，today，isanunlovelything。BetweenusandtheheightsofCithaerontheriverofsinnowflows。Yetthecriesstillcallfromthemountain，andgrantedamanhasrespondedtothem，itisbetterherespondwiththecandouroftheGreek。
　　"IshallstopattheThompsons’now，"saidthedisappointedreveller。"Prayers。"
　　Rickiedidnotpresshistriumph，butitwasahappymoment，partlybecauseofthetriumph，partlybecausehewassurethathisbrothermustcareforhim。Stephenwastooselfishtogiveupanypleasurewithoutgravereasons。HewascertainthathehadbeenrighttodisentanglehimselffromSawston，andtoignorethethreatsandtearsthatstilltemptedhimtoreturn。Heretherewasrealworkforhimtodo。Moreover，thoughhesoughtnoreward，ithadcome。Hishealthwasbetter，hisbrainsound，hislifewashedclean，notbythewatersofsentiment，butbytheeffortsofafellow—man。Stephenwasmanfirst，brotherafterwards。Hereinlayhisbrutalityandalsohisvirtue。"Lookmeintheface。Don’thangonmeclothesthatdon’tbelong——asyoudidonyourwife，givinghersaint’srobes，whereasshewassimplyawomanofherownsort，whoneededcarefulwatching。Tearupthephotographs。HereamI，andthereareyou。Therestiscant。"Therestwasnotcant，andperhapsStephenwouldconfessasmuchintime。ButRickieneededatonic，andaman，notabrother，mustholdittohislips。
　　"Iseetheoldspire，"hecalled，andthenadded，"Idon’tmindseeingitagain。"
　　"Noonedoes，asfarasIknow。Peoplehavecomefromtheothersideoftheworldtoseeitagain。"
　　"Piouspeople。ButIdon’tholdwithbishops。"Hewasyoungenoughtobeuneasy。Thecathedral，afountofsuperstition，mustfindnoplaceinhislife。Attheageoftwentyhehadsettledthings。
　　"I’vegotmyownphilosophy，"heoncetoldAnsell，"andIdon’tcareastrawaboutyours。"Ansell’smirthhadannoyedhimnotalittle。Anditwasstrangethatonesosettledshouldfeelhisheartleapupatthesightofanoldspire。"Iregarditasapublicbuilding，"hetoldRickie，whoagreed。"It’suseful，too，asalandmark。"Hisattitudetodaywasdefensive。ItwaspartofasubtlechangethatRickiehadnotedinhimsincehisreturnfromScotland。Hisfacegavehintsofanewmaturity。"YoucanseetheoldspirefromtheRidgeway，"hesaid，suddenlylayingahandonRickie’sknee，"beforerainasclearlyasanytelegraphpost。"
　　"HowfaristheRidgeway？"
　　"Seventeenmiles。"
　　"Whichdirection？"
　　"North，naturally。NorthagainfromthatyouseeDevizes，thevaleofPewsey，andtheotherdowns。AlsotowardsBath。Itissomethingofaview。YououghttogetontheRidgeway。"
　　"Ishouldn’thavetimeforthat。"
　　"OrBeaconHill。Orlet’sdoStonehenge。"
　　"Ifit’sfine，IsuggesttheRings。"
　　"Itwillbefine。"Thenhemurmuredthenamesofvillages。
　　"Iwishyoucouldlivehere，"saidRickiekindly。"Ibelieveyoulovetheseparticularacresmorethanthewholeworld。"
　　Stephenrepliedthatthiswasnotthecase:hewasonlyusedtothem。Hewishedtheyweredrivingout，insteadofwaitingfortheCadchurchtrain。
　　TheyhadadvancedintoSalisbury，andthecathedral，apublicbuilding，wasgreyagainstatendersky。Rickiesuggestedthat，whilewaitingforthetrain，theyshouldvisitit。Hespokeoftheincomparablenorthporch。
　　"I’veneverbeeninsideit，andIneverwill。Sorrytoshockyou，Rickie，butImusttellyouplainly。I’manatheist。Idon’tbelieveinanything。"
　　"Ido，"saidRickie。
　　"Whenamandies，it’sasifhe’sneverbeen，"heasserted。ThetraindrewupinSalisburystation。Herealittleincidenttookplacewhichcausedthemtoaltertheirplans。
　　Theyfoundoutsidethestationatrapdrivenbyasmallboy，whohadcomeinfromCadfordtofetchsomewire—netting。"That’lldous，"saidStephen，andcalledtotheboy，"IfIpayyourrailway—ticketback，andifIgiveyousixpenceaswell，willyouletusdrivebackinthetrap？"Theboysaidno。"Itwillbeallright，"saidRickie。"IamMrs。Failing’snephew。"Theboyshookhishead。"AndyouknowMr。Wonham？"Theboycouldn’tsayhedidn’t。"Thenwhat’syourobjection？Why？Whatisit？Whynot？"
　　ButStephenleantagainstthetime—tablesandspokeofothermatters。
　　Presentlytheboysaid，"Didyousayyou’dpaymyrailway—ticketback，Mr。Wonham？"
　　"Yes，"saidabystander。"Didn’tyouhearhim？"
　　"Iheardhimrightenough。"
　　NowStephenlaidhishandonthesplash—board，saying，"WhatI
　　want，though，isthistraphereofyours，see，todriveinbackmyself;"andashespokethebystanderfollowedhimincanon，"Whathewants，though，isthattheretrapofyours，see，todrivehisselfbackin。"
　　"I’venoobjection，"saidtheboy，asifdeeplyoffended。Foratimehesatmotionless，andthengotdown，remarking，"Iwon’trobyouofyoursixpence。"
　　"Sillylittlefool，"snappedRickie，astheydrovethroughthetown。
　　Stephenlookedsurprised。"What’swrongwiththeboy？Hehadtothinkitover。Noonehadaskedhimtodosuchathingbefore。
　　Nexttimehe’dletushavethetrapquickenough。"
　　"Notifhehaddriveninforacabbageinsteadofwire—netting。"
　　"Heneverwoulddriveinforacabbage。"
　　Rickieshuffledhisfeet。Buthisirritationpassed。Hesawthatthelittleincidenthadbeenaquietchallengetothecivilizationthathehadknown。"Organize。""Systematize。""Fillupeverymoment，""Induceespritdecorps。"Hereviewedthewatchwordsofthelasttwoyears，andfoundthattheyignoredpersonalcontest，personaltruces，personallove。ByfollowingthemSawstonSchoolhadlostitsquietusefulnessandbecomeafrothysea，whereinplungedDunwoodHouse，thatunnecessaryship。
　　Humbled，heturnedtoStephenandsaid，"No，you’reright。
　　Nothingiswrongwiththeboy。Hewashonestlythinkingitout。"
　　ButStephenhadforgottentheincident，orelsehewasnotinclinedtotalkaboutit。Hisassertivefitwasover。
　　ThedirectroadfromSalisburytoCadoverisextremelydull。Thecity——whichGodintendedtokeepbytheriver;didshenotmovethere，beingthirsty，inthereignofWilliamRufus？——thecityhadstrayedoutofherownplain，climbedupherslopes，andtumbledovertheminuglycataractsofbrick。Thecataractsarestillshort，anddoubtlesstheymeetorcreatesomecommercialneed。Butinsteadoflookingtowardsthecathedral，asallthecityshould，theylookoutwardsatapaganentrenchment，asthecityshouldnot。Theyneglectthepoiseoftheearth，andthesentimentsshehasdecreed。Theyarethemodernspirit。
　　Throughthemtheroaddescendsintoanunobtrusivecountrywhere，nevertheless，thepoweroftheearthgrowsstronger。Streamsdodivide。Distancesdostillexist。Itiseasiertoknowthemeninyourvalleythanthosewholiveinthenext，acrossawasteofdown。Itiseasiertoknowmenwell。Thecountryisnotparadise，andcanshowthevicesthatgrieveagoodmaneverywhere。Butthereisroominit，andleisure。
　　"Isuppose，"saidRickieasthetwilightfell，"thiskindofthingisgoingonalloverEngland。"Perhapshemeantthattownsareafterallexcrescences，greyfluxions，wheremen，hurryingtofindoneanother，havelostthemselves。Buthegotnoresponse，andexpectednone。Turningroundinhisseat，hewatchedthewintersunslideoutofaquietsky。Thehorizonwasprimrose，andtheearthagainstitgavemomentaryhintsofpurple。Allfaded:nopageantwouldconcludethegraciousday，andwhenheturnedeastwardthenightwasalreadyestablished。
　　"Thoseverlands——"saidStephen，scarcelyabovehisbreath。
　　"Whatareverlands？"
　　Hepointedatthedusk，andsaid，"Ournameforakindoffield。"
　　Thenhedrovehiswhipintoitssocket，andseemedtoswallowsomething。Rickie，straininghiseyesforverlands，couldonlyseeatumblingwildernessofbrown。
　　"Aretheremanylocalwords？"
　　"Therehavebeen。"
　　"Isupposetheydieout。"
　　Theconversationturnedcuriously。Inthetoneofonewhoreplies，hesaid，"IexpectthatsometimeorotherIshallmarry。"
　　"Iexpectyouwill，"saidRickie，andwonderedalittlewhythereplyseemednotabrupt。"WouldweseetheRingsinthedaytimefromhere？"
　　"（Wedoseethem。）ButMrs。Failingoncesaidnodecentwomanwouldhaveme。"
　　"Didyouagreetothat？"
　　"Drivealittle，willyou？"
　　Thehorsewentslowlyforwardintothewilderness，thatturnedfrombrowntoblack。Thenaluminousglimmersurroundedthem，andtheairgrewcooler:theroadwasdescendingbetweenparapetsofchalk。
　　"But，Rickie，mightn’tIfindagirl——naturallynotrefined——andbehappywithherinmyownway？IwouldtellherstraightIwasnothingmuch——faithful，ofcourse，butthatsheshouldneverhaveallmythoughts。Outofnodisrespecttoher，butbecauseallone’sthoughtscan’tbelongtoanysingleperson。"
　　Whilehespokeeventheroadvanished，andinvisiblewatercamegurglingthroughthewheel—spokes。Thehorsehadchosentheford。
　　"Youcan’townpeople。Atleastafellowcan’t。Itmaybedifferentforapoet。（Letthehorsedrink。）AndIwanttomarrysomeone，anddon’tyetknowwhosheis，whichapoetagainwilltellyouisdisgusting。Doesitdisgustyou？Beingnothingmuch，surelyI’dbettergogently。Forit’ssomethingratheroutsidethatmakesonemarry，ifyoufollowme:notexactlyoneself。
　　（Don’thurrythehorse。）Wewanttomarry，andyet——Ican’texplain。IfancyI’llgowading:thisisourstream。"
　　Romanticloveisgreaterthanthis。Therearemenandwomen——weknowitfromhistory——whohavebeenbornintotheworldforeachother，andfornooneelse，whohaveaccomplishedthelongestjourneylockedineachother’sarms。Butromanticloveisalsothecodeofmodernmorals，and，forthisreason，popular。Eternalunion，eternalownership——thesearetemptingbaitsfortheaverageman。Heswallowsthem，willnotconfesshismistake，and——perhapstocoverit——cries"dirtycynic"atsuchamanasStephen。
　　Rickiewatchedtheblackearthunitetotheblacksky。Buttheskyoverheadgrewclearer，andinittwinkledthePloughandthecentralstars。Hethoughtofhisbrother’sfutureandofhisownpast，andofhowmuchtruthmightlieinthatantithesisofAnsell’s:"Amanwantstolovemankind，awomanwantstoloveoneman。"Atallevents，heandhiswifehadillustratedit，andperhapstheconflict，sotragicintheirowncase，waselsewherethesaltoftheworld。MeanwhileStephencalledfromthewaterformatches:therewassometrickwithpaperwhichMr。Failinghadshowedhim，andwhichhewouldshowRickienow，insteadoftalkingnonsense。Bendingdown，heilluminatedthedimpledsurfaceoftheford。"Quiteacurrent。"hesaid，andhisfaceflickeredoutinthedarkness。"Yes，givemetheloosepaper，quick！Crumpleitintoaball。"
　　Rickieobeyed，thoughintentonthetransfiguredface。Hebelievedthatanewspiritdweltthere，expellingthecruditiesofyouth。Hesawsteadiereyes，andthesignofmanhoodsetlikeabarofgolduponsteadierlips。Somefacesareknitbybeauty，orbyintellect，orbyagreatpassion:hadStephen’swaitedforthetouchoftheyears？
　　Buttheyplayedasboyswhocontinuedthenonsenseoftherailwaycarriage。Thepapercaughtfirefromthematch，andspreadintoaroseofflame。"Nowgentlywithme，"saidStephen，andtheylaiditflowerlikeonthestream。Gravelandtremulousweedsleaptintosight，andthentheflowersailedintodeepwater，andupleaptthetwoarchesofabridge。"It’llstrike！"theycried;
　　"no，itwon’t;it’schosentheleft，"andonearchbecameafairytunnel，droppingdiamonds。ThenitvanishedforRickie;butStephen，whokneltinthewater，declaredthatitwasstillafloat，farthroughthearch，burningasifitwouldburnforever。
　　XXXIV
　　ThecarriagethatMrs。FailinghadsenttomeethernephewreturnedfromCadchurchstationempty。Shewaspreparingforasolitarydinnerwhenhesomehowarrived，fullofapologies，butmoresedatethanshehadexpected。Shecuthisexplanationsshort。"Nevermindhowyougothere。Youarehere，andIamquitepleasedtoseeyou。"Hechangedhisclothesandtheyproceededtothedining—room。
　　Therewasabrightfire，butthecurtainswerenotdrawn。Mr。
　　Failinghadbelievedthatwindowswiththenightbehindaremorebeautifulthananypictures，andhiswidowhadkepttothecustom。Itwasbraveofhertopersevere，lumpsofchalkhavingcomeoutofthenightlastJune。Forsomeobscurereason——notsoobscuretoRickie——shehadpreservedthemasmementoesofanepisode。Seeingtheminarowonthemantelpiece，heexpectedthattheirfirsttopicwouldbeStephen。Buttheynevermentionedhim，thoughhewaslatentinallthattheysaid。
　　ItwasofMr。Failingthattheyspoke。TheEssayshadbeenasuccess。Shewasreallypleased。Thebookwasbroughtinatherrequest，andbetweenthecoursesshereaditaloudtohernephew，inhersoftyetunsympatheticvoice。Thenshesentforthepressnotices——afterallnoonedespisesthem——andreadtheircommentsonherintroduction。Shewieldedagracefulpen，wasapt，adequate，suggestive，indispensable，unnecessary。Sothemealpassedpleasantlyaway，fornoonecouldsowellcombinetheformalwiththeunconventional，anditonlyseemedcharmingwhenpaperslitteredherstatelytable。
　　"Mymanwroteverynicely，"sheobserved。"Now，youreadmesomethingoutofhimthatyoulike。Read’TheTruePatriot。’"
　　Hetookthebookandfound:"Letusloveoneanother。Letourchildren，physicalandspiritual，loveoneanother。Itisallthatwecando。Perhapstheearthwillneglectourlove。Perhapsshewillconfirmit，andsuffersomerallying—point，spire，mound，forthenewgeneratonstocherish。"
　　"Hewrotethatwhenhewasyoung。Lateronhedoubtedwhetherwehadbetterloveoneanother，orwhethertheearthwillconfirmanything。Hediedamostunhappyman。"
　　Hecouldnothelpsaying，"Notknowingthattheearthhadconfirmedhim。"
　　"Hasshe？Itisquitepossible。Wemeetsoseldominthesedays，sheandI。Doyouseemuchoftheearth？"
　　"Alittle。"
　　"Doyouexpectthatshewillconfirmyou？"
　　"Itisquitepossible。"
　　"Bewareofher，Rickie，Ithink。"
　　"Ithinknot。"
　　"Bewareofher，surely。Goingbacktoherreallyisgoingback——
　　throwingawaytheartificialitywhich（thoughyouyoungpeoplewon’tconfessit）istheonlygoodthinginlife。Don’tpretendyouaresimple。OnceIpretended。Don’tpretendthatyoucareforanythingbutforclevertalksuchasthis，andforbooks。"
　　"Thetalk，"saidLeightonafterwards，"certainlywasclever。Butitmeantsomething，allthesame。"Heheardnomore，forhismistresstoldhimtoretire。
　　"Andmynephew，thisbeingso，makeupyourquarrelwithyourwife。"Shestretchedoutherhandtohimwithrealfeeling。"Itiseasiernowthanitwillbelater。Poorlady，shehaswrittentomefoolishlyandoften，but，onthewhole，Isidewithheragainstyou。Shewouldgrantyouallthatyoufoughtfor——allthepeople，allthetheories。Ihaveit，inherwriting，thatshewillneverinterferewithyourlifeagain。"
　　"Shecannothelpinterfering，"saidRickie，withhiseyesontheblackwindows。"Shedespisesme。Besides，Idonotloveher。"
　　"Iknow，mydear。Norsheyou。Iamnotbeingsentimental。Isayoncemore，bewareoftheearth。Weareconventionalpeople，andconventions——ifyouwillbutseeit——aremajesticintheirway，andwillclaimusintheend。Wedonotliveforgreatpassionsorforgreatmemories，orforanythinggreat。"
　　Hethrewuphishead。"Wedo。"
　　"Nowlistentome。Iamseriousandfriendlytonight，asyoumusthaveobserved。Ihaveaskedyouherepartlytoamusemyself——youbelongtomyMarchPast——butalsotogiveyougoodadvice。Therehasbeenavolcano——aphenomenonwhichItoooncegreatlyadmired。Theeruptionisover。Lettheconventionsdotheirworknow，andcleartherubbishaway。Myageisfifty—nine，andItellyousolemnlythattheimportantthingsinlifearelittlethings，andthatpeoplearenotimportantatall。Gobacktoyourwife。"
　　Helookedather，andwasfilledwithpity。Heknewthathewouldneverbefrightenedofheragain。Onlybecauseshewasseriousandfriendlydidhetroublehimselftoreply。"ThereisonelittlefactIshouldliketotellyou，asconfutingyourtheory。
　　Theideaofastory——alongstory——hadbeeninmyheadforayear。Asadreamtoamusemyself——thekindofamusementyouwouldrecommendforthefuture。Ishouldhavehadtimetowriteit，butthepeopleroundmecolouredmylife，andsoitneverseemedworthwhile。Forthestoryisnotlikelytopay。Thencamethevolcano。AfewdaysafteritwasoverIlayinbedlookingoutuponaworldofrubbish。TwomenIknow——oneintellectual，theotherverymuchthereverse——burstintotheroom。Theysaid，’Whathappenedtoyourshortstories？Theyweren’tgood，butwherearethey？Whyhaveyoustoppedwriting？Whyhaven’tyoubeentoItaly？Youmustwrite。Youmustgo。Becausetowrite，togo，isyou。"Well，Ihavewritten，andyesterdaywesentthelongstoryoutonitsrounds。Themendonotlikeit，fordifferentreasons。ButitmatteredverymuchtothemthatIshouldwriteit，andsoitgotwritten。AsItoldyou，thisisonlyonefact;
　　otherfacts，Itrust，havehappenedinthelastfivemonths。ButImentionittoprovethatpeopleareimportant，andtherefore，howevermuchitinconveniencesmywife，Iwillnotgobacktoher。"
　　"AndItaly？"askedMrs。Failing。
　　Thisquestionheavoided。Italymustwait。Nowthathehadthetime，hehadnotthemoney。
　　"Orwhatisthelongstoryabout，then？"
　　"Aboutamanandawomanwhomeetandarehappy。"
　　"Somewhatofatourdeforce，Iconclude。"
　　Hefrowned。"Inliteratureweneedn’tintrudeourownlimitations。I’mnotsosillyastothinkthatallmarriagesturnoutlikemine。Mycharacteristoblameforourcatastrophe，notmarriage。"
　　"Mydear，Itoohavemarried;marriageistoblame。"
　　Buthereagainheseemedtoknowbetter。
　　"Well，"shesaid，leavingthetableandmovingwithherdesserttothemantelpiece，"soyouareabandoningmarriageandtakingtoliterature。Andarehappy。"
　　"Yes。"
　　"Because，asweusedtosayatCambridge，thecowisthere。Theworldisrealagain。Thisisaroom，thatawindow，outsideisthenight"
　　"Goon。"
　　Hepointedtothefloor。"Thedayisstraightbelow，shiningthroughotherwindowsintootherrooms。"
　　"Youareveryodd，"shesaidafterapause，"andIdonotlikeyouatall。Thereyousit，eatingmybiscuits，andallthetimeyouknowthattheearthisround。Whotaughtyou？Iamgoingtobednow，andallthenight，youtellme，youandIandthebiscuitsgoplungingeastwards，untilwereachthesun。Butbreakfastwillbeatnineasusual。Good—night。"
　　Sherangthebelltwice，andhermaidcamewithhercandleandherwalking—stick:itwasherhabitoflatetogotoherroomassoonasdinnerwasover，forshehadnoonetositupwith。
　　Rickiewasimpressedbyherloneliness，andalsobythemixtureinherofinsightandobtuseness。Shewassoquick，soclear—headed，soimaginativeeven。Butallthesame，shehadforgottenwhatpeoplewerelike。Findinglifedull，shehaddroppedliesintoit，asachemistdropsanewelementintoasolution，hopingthatlifewouldtherebysparkleorturnsomebeautifulcolour。Shelovedtomisleadothers，andintheendherprivateviewoffalseandtruewasobscured，andshemisledherself。HowshemusthaveenjoyedtheirerrorsoverStephen！Butherownerrorhadbeengreater，inasmuchasitwasspiritualentirely。
　　Leightoncameinwithsomecoffee。Feelingitunnecessarytolightthedrawing—roomlampforonesmallyoungman，hepersuadedRickietosayhepreferredthedining—room。SoRickiesatdownbythefireplayingwithoneofthelumpsofchalk。Histhoughtswentbacktotheford，fromwhichtheyhadscarcelywandered。
　　Stillheheardthehorseinthedarkdrinking，stillhesawthemysticrose，andthetunneldroppingdiamonds。Hehaddrivenawayalone，believingtheearthhadconfirmedhim。Hestoodbehindthingsatlast，andknewthatconventionsarenotmajestic，andthattheywillnotclaimusintheend。
　　Ashemused，thechalkslippedfromhisfingers，andfellonthecoffee—cup，whichbroke。Thechina，saidLeighton，wasexpensive。
　　Hebelieveditwasimpossibletomatchitnow。Eachcupwasdifferent。Itwasaharlequinset。Thesaucer，withoutthecup，wasthereforeuseless。WouldMr。ElliotpleaseexplaintoMrs。
　　Failinghowithappened。
　　Rickiepromisedhewouldexplain。
　　HehadleftStephenpreparingtobathe，andhadheardhimworkingup—streamlikeananimal，splashingintheshallows，breathingheavilyasheswamthepools;attimesreedssnapped，orclodsofearthwerepulledin。BythefireheremembereditwasagainNovember。"Shouldyoulikeawalk？"heaskedLeighton，andtoldhimwhostoppedinthevillagetonight。Leightonwaspleased。Atnineo’clockthetwoyoungmenleftthehouse，underaskythatwasstillonlybrightinthezenith。"Itwillraintomorrow，"
　　Leightonsaid。
　　"Mybrothersays，finetomorrow。"
　　"Finetomorrow，"Leightonechoed。
　　"Nowwhichdoyoumean？"askedRickie，laughing。
　　Sincetheplumesofthefir—treestouchedoverthedrive，onlyaverylittlelightpenetrated。Itwascleareroutsidethelodgegate，andbubblesofair，whichWiltshireseemedtohavetravelledfromanimmensedistance，brokegentlyandseparatelyonhisface。Theypausedonthebridge。Heaskedwhetherthelittlefishandthebrightgreenweedswereherenowaswellasinthesummer。Thefootmanhadnotnoticed。Overthebridgetheycametothecross—roads，ofwhichoneledtoSalisburyandtheotherupthroughthestringofvillagestotherailwaystation。
　　TheroadinfrontwasonlytheRomanroad，theonethatwentontothedowns。Turningtotheleft，theywereinCadford。
　　"HewillbewiththeThompsons，"saidRickie，lookingupatdarkeaves。"Perhapshe’sinbedalready。"
　　"PerhapshewillbeatTheAntelope。"
　　"No。TonightheiswiththeThompsons。"
　　"WiththeThompsons。"Afteradozenpaceshesaid，"TheThompsonshavegoneaway。"
　　"Where？Why？"
　　"TheywereturnedoutbyMr。Wilbrahamonaccountofourbrokenwindows。"
　　"Areyousure？"
　　"Fivefamilieswereturnedout。"
　　"That’sbadforStephen，"saidRickie，afterapause。"Hewaslookingforward——oh，it’smonstrousinanycase！"
　　"ButtheThompsonshavegonetoLondon，"saidLeighton。"Why，thatfamily——theysayit’sbeeninthevalleyhundredsofyears，andnevergotbeyondshepherding。TovariouspartsofLondon。"
　　"LetustryTheAntelope，then。"
　　"LetustryTheAntelope。"
　　Theinnlayupinthevillage。Rickiehastenedhispace。Thistyrannywasmonstrous。Somemenoftheageofundergraduateshadbrokenwindows，andthereforetheyandtheirfamiliesweretoberuined。Thefoolswhogovernusfinditeasiertobesevere。Itsavesthemtroubletosay，"Theinnocentmustsufferwiththeguilty。"Itevengivesthemathrillofpride。Againstallthiswickednonsense，againsttheWilbrahamsandPembrokeswhotrytoruleourworldStephenwouldfighttillhedied。Stephenwasahero。Hewasalawtohimself，andrightly。Hewasgreatenoughtodespiseoursmallmoralities。Hewasattaininglove。Thiseve—
　　ningRickiecaughtAnsell’senthusiasm，andfeltitworthwhiletosacrificeeverythingforsuchaman。
　　"TheAntelope，"saidLeighton。"Thoselightsunderthegreatestelm。"
　　"Wouldyoupleaseaskifhe’sthere，andifhe’dcomeforaturnwithme。Idon’tthinkI’llgoin。"