`Allthisisgoodtofrightenchildrenwith，’hesaid。`I’llhaveyouyet。’
　　Itwasverywellsaid，withoutscorn，withanalmostausterequietness。
　　`Doubtless，’wastheanswer;`butthere’snotimelikethepresent，believeme。Foramanofrealconvictionsthisisafineopportunityofself—sacrifice。Youmaynotfindanothersofavourable，sohumane。Thereisn’tevenacathearus，andthesecondemnedoldhouseswouldmakeagoodheapofbrickswhereyoustand。You’llnevergetmeatsolittlecosttolifeandproperty，whichyouarepaidtoprotect。’
　　`Youdon’tknowwhoyou’respeakingto，’saidChiefInspectorHeat，firmly。`IfIweretolaymyhandsonyounowIwouldbenobetterthanyourself。’
　　`Ah！Thegame！’
　　`Youmaybesureoursidewillwinintheend。Itmayyetbenecessarytomakepeoplebelievethatsomeofyououghttobeshotatsightlikemaddogs。Thenthatwillbethegame。ButI’llbedamnedifIknowwhatyoursis。Idon’tbelieveyouknowyourselves。You’llnevergetanythingbyit。’
　　`Meantime，it’syouwhogetsomethingfromit—sofar。Andyougetiteasily，too。Iwon’tspeakofyoursalary，buthaven’tyoumadeyournamesimplybynotunderstandingwhatweareafter？’
　　`Whatareyouafter，then？’askedChiefInspectorHeat，withscornfulhaste，likeamaninahurrywhoperceivesheiswastinghistime。
　　Theperfectanarchistansweredbyasmilewhichdidnotparthisthin，colourlesslips;andthecelebratedChiefInspectorfeltasenseofsuperioritywhichinducedhimtoraiseawarningfinger。
　　`Giveitup—whateveritis，’hesaidinanadmonishingtone，butnotsokindlyasifhewerecondescendingtogivegoodadvicetoacracksmanofrepute。`Giveitup。You’llfindwearetoomanyforyou。
　　ThefixedsmileontheProfessor’slipswavered，asifthemockingspiritwithinhadlostitsassurance。ChiefInspectorHeatwenton:
　　`Don’tyoubelieveme—eh？Well，you’veonlygottolookaboutyou。
　　Weare。Andanyway，you’renotdoingitwell。You’realwaysmakingamessofit。Why，ifthethievesdidn’tknowtheirworkbettertheywouldstarve。’
　　Thehintofaninvinciblemultitudebehindthatman’sbackrousedasombreindignationinthebreastoftheProfessor。Hesmilednolongerhisenigmaticandmockingsmile。Theresistingpowerofnumbers，theunattackablestolidityofagreatmultitude，wasthehauntingfearofhissinisterloneliness。
　　Hislipstrembledforsometimebeforehemanagedtosayinastrangledvoice:
　　`Iamdoingmyworkbetterthanyou’redoingyours。’
　　`That’lldonow，’interruptedChiefInspectorHeat，hurriedly;andtheProfessorlaughedrightoutthistime。Whilestilllaughinghemovedon;
　　buthedidnotlaughlong。Itwasasad—faced，miserablelittlemanwhoemergedfromthenarrowpassageintothebustleofthebroadthoroughfare。
　　Hewalkedwiththenervelessgaitofatrampgoingon，stillgoingon，indifferenttorainorsuninasinisterdetachmentfromtheaspectsofskyandearth。ChiefInspectorHeat，ontheotherhand，afterwatchinghimforawhile，steppedoutwiththepurposefulbrisknessofamandisregardingindeedtheinclemenciesoftheweather，butconsciousofhavinganauthorizedmissiononthisearthandthemoralsupportofhiskind。Alltheinhabitantsoftheimmensetown，thepopulationofthewholecountry，andeventheteemingmillionsstrugglingupontheplanet，werewithhim—downtotheverythievesandmendicants。Yes，thethievesthemselvesweresuretobewithhiminhispresentwork。Theconsciousnessofuniversalsupportinhisgeneralactivityheartenedhimtograpplewiththeparticularproblem。
　　TheproblemimmediatelybeforetheChiefInspectorwasthatofmanagingtheAssistantCommissionerofhisdepartment，hisimmediatesuperior。Thisistheperennialproblemoftrustyandloyalservants;anarchismgaveititsparticularcomplexion，butnothingmore。Truthtosay，ChiefInspectorHeatthoughtbutlittleofanarchism。Hedidnotattachundueimportancetoit，andcouldneverbringhimselftoconsideritseriously。Ithadmorethecharacterofdisorderlyconduct;disorderlywithoutthehumanexcuseofdrunkenness，whichatanyrateimpliesgoodfeelingandanamiableleaningtowardsfestivity。Ascriminals，anarchistsweredistinctlynoclass—
　　noclassatall。AndrecallingtheProfessor，ChiefInspectorHeat，withoutcheckinghisswingingpace，mutteredthroughhisteeth:
　　`Lunatic。’
　　Catchingthieveswasanothermatteraltogether。Ithadthatqualityofseriousnessbelongingtoeveryformofopensportwherethebestmanwinsunderperfectlycomprehensiblerules。Therewerenorulesfordealingwithanarchists。AndthatwasdistastefultotheChiefInspector。Itwasallfoolishness，butthatfoolishnessexcitedthepublicmind，affectedpersonsinhighplaces，andtoucheduponinternationalrelations。Ahard，mercilesscontemptsettledrigidlyontheChiefInspector’sfaceashewalkedon。Hismindranoveralltheanarchistsofhisflock。Notoneofthemhad，halfthespunkofthisorthatburglarhehadknown。Nothalf—notonetenth。
　　AtheadquarterstheChiefInspectorwasadmittedatoncetotheAssistantCommissioner’sprivateroom。Hefoundhimpeninhand，bentoveragreattablebestrewnwithpapers，asifworshippinganenormousdoubleinkstandofbronzeandcrystal。Speaking—tubesresemblingsnakesweretiedbyheheadstothebackoftheAssistantCommissioner’swoodenarmchair，andtheirgapingmouthsseemedreadytobitehiselbows。Andinthisattitudeheraisedonlyhiseyes，whoselidsweredarkerthanhisfaceandverymuchcreased。Thereportshadcomein:everyanarchisthadbeenexactlyaccountedfor。
　　Aftersayingthisheloweredhiseyes，signedrapidlytwosinglesheetsofpaper，andonlythenlaiddownhispen，andsatwellback，directinganinquiringgazeathisrenownedsubordinate。TheChiefInspectorstooditwell，deferentialbutinscrutable。
　　`Idaresayyouwereright，’saidtheAssistantCommissioner，`intellingmeatfirstthattheLondonanarchistshadnothingtodowiththis。Iquiteappreciatetheexcellentwatchkeptonthembyyourmen。Ontheotherhand，this，forthepublic，doesnotamounttomorethanaconfessionofignorance。’
　　TheAssistantCommissioner’sdeliverywasleisurely，asitwerecautious。
　　Histhoughtseemedtorestpoisedonawordbeforepassingtoanother，asthoughwordshadbeenthestepping—stonesforhisintellectpickingitswayacrossthewatersoferror。`UnlessyouhavebroughtsomethingusefulfromGreenwich，’headded。
　　TheChiefInspectorbeganatoncetheaccountofhisinvestigationinaclear，matter—of—factmanner。Hissuperior，turninghischairalittle，andcrossinghisthinlegs，leanedsidewaysonhiselbow，withonehandshadinghiseyes。Hislisteningattitudehadasortofangularandsorrowfulgrace。Gleamsasofhighlyburnishedsilverplayedonthesidesofhisebony—blackheadwhenheinclineditslowlyattheend。
　　ChiefInspectorHeatwaitedwiththeappearanceofturningoverinhismindallhehadjustsaid，but，asamatteroffact，consideringtheadvisabilityofsayingsomethingmore。TheAssistantCommissionercuthishesitationshort。
　　`Youbelievethereweretwomen？’heasked，withoutuncoveringhiseyes。
　　TheChiefInspectorthoughtitmorethanprobable。Inhisopinion，thetwomenhadpartedfromeachotherwithinahundredyardsfromtheObservatorywalls。Heexplainedalsohowtheothermancouldhavegotoutoftheparkspeedilywithoutbeingobserved。Thefog，thoughnotverydense，wasinhisfavour。Heseemedtohaveescortedtheothertothespot，andthentohavelefthimtheretodothejobsingle—handed。TakingthetimethosetwowereseencomingoutofMazeHillStationbytheoldwoman，andthetimewhentheexplosionwasheard，theChiefInspectorthoughtthattheothermanmighthavebeenactuallyattheGreenwichParkStation，readytocatchthenexttrainup，atthemomenthiscomradewasdestroyinghimselfsothoroughly。
　　`Verythoroughly—eh？’murmuredtheAssistantCommissionerfromundertheshadowofhishand。
　　TheChiefInspectorinafewvigorouswordsdescribedtheaspectsoftheremains。`Thecoroner’sjurywillhaveatreat，’headded，grimly。
　　TheAssistantCommissioneruncoveredhiseyes。
　　`Weshallhavenothingtotellthem，’heremarked，languidly。
　　Helookedup，andforatimewatchedthemarkedlynoncommittalattitudeofhisChiefInspector。Hisnaturewasonethatisnoteasilyaccessibletoillusions。Heknewthatadepartmentisatthemercyofitssubordinateofficers，whohavetheirownconceptionsofloyalty。Hiscareerhadbeguninatropicalcolony。Hehadlikedhisworkthere。Itwaspolicework。
　　Hehadbeenverysuccessfulintrackingandbreakingupcertainnefarioussecretsocietiesamongstthenatives。Thenhetookhislongleave，andgotmarriedratherimpulsively。Itwasagoodmatchfromaworldlypointofview，buthiswifeformedanunfavourableopinionofthecolonialclimateonhearsayevidence。Ontheotherhand，shehadinfluentialconnections。
　　Itwasanexcellentmatch。Buthedidnotliketheworkhehadtodonow。
　　Hefelthimselfdependentontoomanysubordinatesandtoomanymasters。
　　Thenearpresenceofthatstrangeemotionalphenomenoncalledpublicopinionweigheduponhisspirits，andalarmedhimbyitsirrationalnature。Nodoubtthatfromignoranceheexaggeratedtohimselfitspowerforgoodandevil—especiallyforevil;andtherougheastwindsoftheEnglishspring（whichagreedwithhiswife）augmentedhisgeneralmistrustofmen’smotivesandoftheefficiencyoftheirorganization。Thefutilityofofficeworkespeciallyappalledhimonthosedayssotryingtohissensitiveliver。
　　Hegotup，unfoldinghimselftohisfullheight，andwithaheavinessofstepremarkableinsoslenderaman，movedacrosstheroomtothewindow。
　　Thepanesstreamedwithrain，andtheshortstreethelookeddownintolaywetandempty，asifsweptclearsuddenlybyagreatflood。Itwasaverytryingday，chokedinrawfogtobeginwith，andnowdrownedincoldrain。Theflickering，blurredflamesofgas—lampsseemedtobedissolvinginawateryatmosphere。Andtheloftypretensionsofamankindoppressedbythemiserableindignitiesoftheweatherappearedasacolossalandhopelessvanitydeservingofscorn，wonder，andcompassion。
　　`Horrible，horrible！’thoughttheAssistantCommissionertohimself，withhisfacenearthewindow—pane。`Wehavebeenhavingthissortofthingnowfortendays;no，afortnight—afortnight。’Heceasedtothinkcompletelyforatime。Thatutterstillnessofhisbrainlastedaboutthreeseconds。
　　Thenhesaid，perfunctorily:`Youhavesetinquiriesonfootfortracingthatothermanupanddowntheline？’
　　Hehadnodoubtthateverythingneedfulhadbeendone。ChiefInspectorHeatknew，ofcourse，thoroughlythebusinessofmanhunting。Andtheseweretheroutinesteps，too，thatwouldbetakenasamatterofcoursebythemerestbeginner。Afewinquiriesamongsttheticketcollectorsandtheportersofthetwosmallrailwaystationswouldgiveadditionaldetailsastotheappearanceofthetwomen;theinspectionofthecollectedticketswouldshowatoncewheretheycamefromthatmorning。Itwaselementary，andcouldnothavebeenneglected。Accordingly，theChiefInspectoransweredthatallthishadbeendonedirectlytheoldwomanhadcomeforwardwithherdeposition。Andhementionedthenameofastation。`That’swheretheycamefrom，sir，’hewenton。`TheporterwhotooktheticketsatMazeHillrememberstwochapsansweringtothedescriptionpassingthebarrier。Theyseemedtohimtworespectableworking—menofasuperiorsort—signpaintersorhousedecorators。Thebigmangotoutofathird—classcompartmentbackward，withabrighttincaninhishand。Ontheplatformhegaveittocarrytothefairyoungfellowwhofollowedhim。AllthisagreesexactlywithwhattheoldwomantoldthepolicesergeantinGreenwich。’
　　TheAssistantCommissioner，stillwithhisfaceturnedtothewindow，expressedhisdoubtastothesetwomenhavinghadanythingtodowiththeoutrage。Allthistheoryrestedupontheutterancesofanoldcharwomanwhohadbeennearlyknockeddownbyamaninahurry。Notaverysubstantialauthorityindeed，unlessonthegroundofsuddeninspiration，whichwashardlytenable。
　　`Franklynow，couldshehavebeenreallyinspired？’hequeried，withgraveirony，keepinghisbacktotheroom，asifentrancedbythecontemplationofthetown’scolossalformshalflostinthenight。Hedidnotevenlookroundwhenheheardthemutteroftheword`Providential’fromtheprincipalsubordinateofhisdepartment，whosename，printedsometimesinthepapers，wasfamiliartothegreatpublicasthatofoneofitszealousandhard—workingprotectors。ChiefInspectorHeatraisedhisvoicealittle。
　　`Stripsandbitsofbrighttinwerequitevisibletome，’hesaid。`That’saprettygoodcorroboration。’
　　`Andthesemencamefromthatlittlecountrystation，’theAssistantCommissionermusedaloud，wondering。HewastoldthatsuchwasthenameontwoticketsoutofthreegivenupoutofthattrainatMazeHill。ThethirdpersonwhogotoutwasahawkerfromGravesendwellknowntotheporters。TheChiefInspectorimpartedthatinformationinatoneoffinalitywithsomeillhumour，asloyalservantswilldointheconsciousnessoftheirfidelityandwiththesenseofthevalueoftheirloyalexertions。
　　AndstilltheAssistantCommissionerdidnotturnawayfromthedarknessoutside，asvastasasea。
　　`Twoforeignanarchistscomingfromthatplace，’hesaid，apparentlytothewindow—pane。`It’sratherunaccountable。’
　　`Yes，sir。ButitwouldbestillmoreunaccountableifthatMichaelisweren’tstayinginacottageintheneighbourhood。’
　　Atthesoundofthatname，fallingunexpectedlyintothisannoyingaffair，theAssistantCommissionerdismissedbrusquelythevagueremembranceofhisdailywhistpartyathisclub。Itwasthemostcomfortinghabitofhislife，inamainlysuccessfuldisplayofhisskillwithouttheassistanceofanysubordinate。Heenteredhisclubtoplayfromfivetoseven，beforegoinghometodinner，forgettingforthosetwohourswhateverwasdistastefulinhislife，asthoughthegamewereabeneficentdrugforallayingthepangsofmoraldiscontent。Hispartnerswerethegloomilyhumorouseditorofacelebratedmagazine;asilent，elderlybarristerwithmaliciouslittleeyes;andahighlymartial，simple—mindedoldColonelwithnervousbrownhands。Theywerehisclubacquaintancesmerely。Henevermetthemelsewhereexceptatthecard—table。Buttheyallseemedtoapproachthegameinthespiritofco—sufferers，asifitwereindeedadrugagainstthesecretillsofexistence;andeverydayasthesundeclinedoverthecountlessroofsofthetown，amellow，pleasurableimpatience，resemblingtheimpulseofasureandprofoundfriendship，lightenedhisprofessionallabours。
　　Andnowthispleasurablesensationwentoutofhimwithsomethingresemblingaphysicalshockandwasreplacedbyaspecialkindofinterestinhisworkofsocialprotection—animpropersortofinterest，whichmaybedefinedbestasasuddenandalertmistrustoftheweaponinhishand。
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　　TheladypatronessofMichaelis，theticket—of—leaveapostleofhumanitarianhopes，wasoneofthemostinfluentialanddistinguishedconnectionsoftheAssistantCommissioner’swife，whomshecalledAnnie，andtreatedstillratherasanotverywiseandutterlyinexperiencedyounggirl。Butshehadconsentedtoaccepthimonafriendlyfooting，whichwasbynomeansthecasewithallofhiswife’sinfluentialconnections。Marriedyoungandsplendidlyatsomeremoteepochofthepast，shehadhadforatimeacloseviewofgreataffairs，andevenofsomegreatmen。Sheherselfwasagreatlady。Oldnowinthenumberofheryears，shehadthatsortofexceptionaltemperamentwhichdefiestimewithscornfuldisregard，asifitwerearathervulgarconventionsubmittedtobythemassofinferiormankind。Manyotherconventionseasiertosetaside，alas！failedtoobtainherrecognition，alsoontemperamentalgrounds—eitherbecausetheyboredher，orelsebecausetheystoodinthewayofherscornsandsympathies。
　　Admirationwasasentimentunknowntoher（itwasoneofthesecretgriefsofhermostnoblehusbandagainsther）—first，asalwaysmoreorlesstaintedwithmediocrity，andnextasbeinginawayanadmissionofinferiority。
　　Andbothwerefranklyinconceivabletohernature。Tobefearlesslyoutspokeninheropinionscameeasilytoher，sinceshejudgedsolelyfromthestandpointofhersocialposition。Shewasequallyuntrammelledinheractions;andashertactfulnessproceededfromgenuinehumanity，herbodilyvigourremainedremarkableandhersuperioritywassereneandcordial，threegenerationshadadmiredherinfinitely，andthelastshewaslikelytoseehadpronouncedherawonderfulwoman。Meantime，intelligent，withasortofloftysimplicity，andcuriousatheart，butnotlikemanywomenmerelyofsocialgossip，sheamusedheragebyattractingwithinherkenthroughthepowerofhergreat，almosthistorical，socialprestigeeverythingthatroseabovethedeadlevelofmankind，lawfullyorunlawfully，byposition，wit，audacity，fortuneormisfortune。RoyalHighnesses，artists，menofscience，youngstatesmen，andcharlatansofallagesandconditions，who，unsubstantialandlight，bobbinguplikecorks，showbestthedirectionofthesurfacecurrents，hadbeenwelcomedinthathouse，listenedto，penetrated，understood，appraised，forherownedification。Inherownwords，shelikedtowatchwhattheworldwascomingto。Andasshehadapracticalmindherjudgementofmenandthings，thoughbasedonspecialprejudices，wasseldomtotallywrong，andalmostneverwrong—headed。Herdrawing—roomwasprobablytheonlyplaceinthewideworldwhereanAssistantCommissionerofPolicecouldmeetaconvictliberatedonaticket—of—leaveonotherthanprofessionalandofficialground。WhohadbroughtMichaelisthereoneafternoontheAssistantCommissionerdidnotrememberverywell。HehadanotionitmusthavebeenacertainMemberofParliamentofillustriousparentageandunconventionalsympathies，whichwerethestandingjokeofthecomicpapers。Thenotabilitiesandeventhesimplenotorietiesofthedaybroughteachotherfreelytothattempleofanoldwoman’snotignoblecuriosity。Younevercouldguesswhomyouwerelikelytocomeuponbeingreceivedinsemi—privacywithinthefadedbluesilkandgiltframescreen，makingacosynookforacouchandafewarmchairsinthegreatdrawing—room，withitshumofvoicesandthegroupsofpeopleseatedorstandinginthelightofsixtallwindows。
　　Michaelishadbeentheobjectofarevulsionofpopularsentiment，thesamesentimentwhichyearsagohadapplaudedtheferocityofthelifesentencepasseduponhimforcomplicityinarathermadattempttorescuesomeprisonersfromapolicevan。Theplanoftheconspiratorshadbeentoshootdownthehorsesandoverpowertheescort。Unfortunately，oneofthepoliceconstablesgotshot，too。Heleftawifeandthreesmallchildren，andthedeathofthatmanarousedthroughthelengthandbreadthofarealmforwhosedefence，welfare，andglorymendieeverydayasmatterofduty，anoutburstoffuriousindignation，ofaraging，implacablepityforthevictim。Threeringleadersgothanged。Michaelis，youngandslim，locksmithbytrade，andgreatfrequenterofeveningschools，didnotevenknowthatanybodyhadbeenkilled，hispartwithafewothersbeingtoforceopenthedooratthebackofthespecialconveyance。Whenarrestedhehadabunchofskeletonkeysinonepocket，aheavychiselinanother，andashortcrowbarinhishand;neithermorenorlessthanaburglar。Butnoburglarwouldhavereceivedsuchaheavysentence。
　　Thedeathoftheconstablehadmadehimmiserableatheart，butthefailureoftheplotalso。Hedidnotconcealeitherofthesesentimentsfromhisempanelledcountrymen，andthatsortofcompunctionappearedshockinglyimperfecttothecrammedcourt。Thejudgeonpassingsentencecommentedfeelinglyuponthedepravityandcallousnessoftheyoungprisoner。
　　Thatmadethegroundlessfameofhiscondemnation;thefameofhisreleasewasmadeforhimonnobettergroundsbypeoplewhowishedtoexploitthesentimentalaspectofhisimprisonmenteitherforpurposesoftheirownorfornointelligiblepurpose。Heletthemdosointheinnocenceofhisheartandthesimplicityofhismind。Nothingthathappenedtohimindividuallyhadanyimportance。Hewaslikethosesaintlymenwhosepersonalityislostinthecontemplationoftheirfaith。Hisideaswerenotinthenatureofconvictions。Theywereinaccessibletoreasoning。Theyformedinalltheircontradictionsandobscuritiesaninvincibleandhumanitariancreed，whichheconfessedratherthanpreached，withanobstinategentleness，asmileofpacificassuranceonhislips，andhiscandidblueeyescastdownbecausethesightoffacestroubledhisinspirationdevelopedinsolitude。
　　Inthatcharacteristicattitude，patheticinhisgrotesqueandincurableobesitywhichhehadtodraglikeagalleyslave’sbullettotheendofhisdays，theAssistantCommissionerofPolicebeheldtheticket—of—leaveapostlefillingaprivilegedarmchairwithinthescreen。Hesattherebytheheadoftheoldlady’scouch，mild’voicedandquiet，withnomoreself—consciousnessthanaverysmallchild，andwithsomethingofachild’scharm—theappealingcharmoftrustfulness。Confidentofthefuture，whosesecretwayshadbeenrevealedtohimwithinthefourwallsofawell—knownpenitentiary，hehadnoreasontolookwithsuspicionuponanybody。Ifhecouldnotgivethegreatandcuriousladyaverydefiniteideaastowhattheworldwascomingto，hehadmanagedwithoutefforttoimpressherbyhisunembitteredfaith，bythesterlingqualityofhisoptimism。
　　Acertainsimplicityofthoughtiscommontoserenesoulsatbothendsofthesocialscale。Thegreatladywassimpleinherownway。Hisviewsandbeliefshadnothinginthemtoshockorstartleher，sinceshejudgedthemfromthestandpointofherloftyposition。Indeed，hersympathieswereeasilyaccessibletoamanofthatsort。Shewasnotanexploitingcapitalistherself;shewas，asitwere，abovetheplayofeconomicconditions。
　　Andshehadagreatcapacityofpityforthemoreobviousformsofcommonhumanmiseries，preciselybecauseshewassuchacompletestrangertothemthatshehadtotranslateherconceptionintotermsofmentalsufferingbeforeshecouldgraspthenotionoftheircruelty。TheAssistantCommissionerrememberedverywelltheconversationbetweenthesetwo。Hehadlistenedinsilence。Itwassomethingasexcitinginaway，andeventouchinginitsforedoomedfutility，astheeffortsatmoralintercoursebetweentheinhabitantsofremoteplanets。Butthisgrotesqueincarnationofhumanitarianpassionappealed，somehow，toone’simagination。AtlastMichaelisrose，andtakingthegreatlady’sextendedhand，shookit，retaineditforamomentinhisgreatcushionedpalmwithunembarrassedfriendliness，andturneduponthesemi—privatenookofthedrawing—roomhisback，vastandsquare，andasifdistendedundertheshorttweedjacket。Glancingaboutinserenebenevolence，hewaddledalongtothedistantdoorbetweentheknotsofothervisitors。Themurmurofconversationspausedonhispassage。
　　Hesmiledinnocentlyatatall，brilliantgirl，whoseeyesmethisaccidentally，andwentoutunconsciousoftheglancesfollowinghimacrosstheroom。
　　Michaelis’sfirstappearanceintheworldwasasuccess—asuccessofesteemunmarredbyasinglemurmurofderision。Theinterruptedconversationswereresumedintheirpropertone，graveorlight。Onlyawell—set—up，long—limbed，active—lookingmanoffortytalkingwithtwoladiesnearawindowremarkedaloud，withanunexpecteddepthoffeeling:`Eighteenstone，Ishouldsay，andnotfivefootsix。Poorfellow！It’sterrible—terrible。’
　　TheladyofthehousegazingabsentlyattheAssistantCommissioner，leftalonewithherontheprivatesideofthescreen，seemedtoberearranginghermentalimpressionsbehindherthoughtfulimmobilityofahandsomeoldface。Menwithgreymoustachesandfull，healthy，vaguelysmilingcountenancesapproached，circlingroundthescreen;twomaturewomenwithamatronlyairofgraciousresolution;aclean—shavedindividualwithsunkencheeks，anddanglingagold—mountedeyeglassonabroadblackribbonwithanoldworld，dandifiedeffect。Asilencedeferential，butfullofreserves，reignedforamoment，andthenthegreatladyexclaimed，notwithresentment，butwithasortofprotestingindignation:
　　`Andthatofficiallyissupposedtobearevolutionist！Whatnonsense。’
　　ShelookedhardattheAssistantCommissioner，whomurmured，apologetically:
　　`Notadangerousoneperhaps。’
　　`Notdangerous—Ishouldthinknotindeed。Heisamerebeliever。It’sthetemperamentofasaint，’declaredthegreatladyinafirmtone。`Andtheykepthimshutupfortwentyyears。Oneshuddersatthestupidityofit。Andnowtheyhavelethimouteverybodybelongingtohimisgoneawaysomewhereordead。Hisparentsaredead;thegirlhewastomarryhasdiedwhilehewasinprison;hehaslosttheskillnecessaryforhismanualoccupation。Hetoldmeallthishimselfwiththesweetestpatience;butthen，hesaid，hehadhadplentyoftimetothinkoutthingsforhimself。
　　Aprettycompensation！Ifthat’sthestuffrevolutionistsaremadeofsomeofusmaywellgoontheirkneestothem，’shecontinuedinaslightlybanteringvoice，whilethebanalsocietysmileshardenedontheworldlyfacesturnedtowardsherwithconventionaldeference。`Thepoorcreatureisobviouslynolongerinapositiontotakecareofhimself。Somebodywillhavetolookafterhimalittle。’
　　`Heshouldberecommendedtofollowatreatmentofsomesort，thesoldierlyvoiceoftheactive—lookingmanwasheardadvisingearnestlyfromadistance。
　　Hewasinthepinkofconditionforhisage，andeventhetextureofhislongfrock—coathadacharacterofelasticsoundness，asifitwerealivingtissue。`Themanisvirtuallyacripple，’headdedwithunmistakablefeeling。
　　Othervoices，asifgladoftheopening，murmuredhastycompassion。
　　`Quitestartling，’`Monstrous，’`Mostpainfultosee。’Thelankman，withtheeyeglassonabroadribbon，pronouncedmincinglytheword`Grotesque，’
　　whosejustnesswasappreciatedbythosestandingnearhim。Theysmiledateachother。
　　TheAssistantCommissionerhadexpressednoopinioneitherthenorlater，hispositionmakingitimpossibleforhimtoventilateanyindependentviewofaticket—of—leaveconvict。But，intruth，hesharedtheviewofhiswife’sfriendandpatronthatMichaeliswasahumanitariansentimentalist，alittlemad，butuponthewholeincapableofhurtingaflyintentionally。
　　Sowhenthatnamecroppedupsuddenlyinthisvexingbombaffairherealizedallthedangerofitfortheticket—of—leaveapostle，andhismindrevertedatoncetotheoldlady’swell—establishedinfatuation。HerarbitrarykindnesswouldnotbrookpatientlyanyinterferencewithMichaelis’sfreedom。Itwasadeep，calm，convincedinfatuation。Shehadnotonlyfelthimtobeinoffensive，butshehadsaidso，whichlastbyaconfusionofherabsolutistmindbecameasortofincontrovertibledemonstration。Itwasasifthemonstrosityoftheman，withhiscandidinfant’seyesandafatangelicsmile，hadfascinatedher。Shehadcometobelievealmosthistheoryofthefuture，sinceitwasnotrepugnanttoherprejudices。Shedislikedthenewelementofplutocracyinthesocialcompound，andindustrialismasamethodofhumandevelopmentappearedtohersingularlyrepulsiveinitsmechanicalandunfeelingcharacter。ThehumanitarianhopesofthemildMichaelistendednottowardsutterdestruction，butmerelytowardsthecompleteeconomicruinofthesystem。Andshedidnotreallyseewherewasthemoralharmofit。Itwoulddoawaywithallthemultitudeoftheparvenus，whomshedislikedandmistrusted，notbecausetheyhadarrivedanywhere（shedeniedthat），butbecauseoftheirprofoundunintelligenceoftheworld，whichwastheprimarycauseofthecrudityoftheirperceptionsandthearidityoftheirhearts。Withtheannihilationofallcapitaltheywouldvanish，too;butuniversalruin（providingitwasuniversal，asitwasrevealedtoMichaelis）wouldleavethesocialvaluesuntouched。Thedisappearanceofthelastpieceofmoneycouldnotaffectpeopleofposition。
　　Shecouldnotconceivehowitcouldaffectherposition，forinstance。
　　ShehaddevelopedthesediscoveriestotheAssistantCommissionerwithalltheserenefearlessnessofanoldwomanwhohadescapedtheblightofindifference。Hehadmadeforhimselftheruletoreceiveeverythingofthatsortinasilencewhichhetookcarefrompolicyandinclinationnottomakeoffensive。HehadanaffectionfortheageddiscipleofMichaelis，acomplexsentimentdependingalittleonherprestige，onherpersonality，butmostofallontheinstinctofflatteredgratitude。Hefelthimselfreallylikedinherhouse。Shewaskindnesspersonified。Andshewaspracticallywise，too，afterthemannerofexperiencedwomen。ShemadehismarriedlifemucheasierthanitwouldhavebeenwithouthergenerouslyfullrecognitionofhisrightsasAnnie’shusband。Herinfluenceuponhiswife，awomandevouredbyallsortsofsmallselfishnesses，smallenvies，smalljealousies，wasexcellent。Unfortunately，bothherkindnessandherwisdomwereofunreasonablecomplexion，distinctlyfeminine，anddifficulttodealwith。
　　Sheremainedaperfectwomanallalongherfulltaleofyears，andnotassomeofthemdobecome—asortofslippery，pestilentialoldmaninpetticoats。Anditwasasofawomanthathethoughtofher—thespeciallychoiceincarnationofthefeminine，whereinisrecruitedthetender，ingenuous，andfiercebodyguardforallsortsofmenwhotalkundertheinfluenceofanemotion，trueorfraudulent;forpreachers，seers，prophets，orreformers。