Sheformulatedthisfeelingnomorethantheothers，butshesaidtoWestover，whomJeffbadehertelloftheengagement："Ita’n’texactlyasIcould’a’wishedittobe。ButIdon’tknowasmothersareeverquitesuitedwiththeirchildren’smarriages。Ipresumeit’sfromalwayskindofhavin’hadherroundundermyfeeteversinceshewasborn，asyoumaysay，andseein’herfamilyalwayssoshiftless。Well，Ican’tsaythatofFrank，either。He’sturnedoutafineboy；butthefather！Cynthyisoneofthemostcapablegirls，smartasatrap，andbrightasabiscuit。
　　She’smasterful，too！sheNEEDtohaveawillofherownwithJeff。"
　　Somethingoftheinsensatepridethatmothershaveintheirchildren’sfaults，astheirquicktempers，ortheirwastefulness，ortheirrevengefulness，expresseditselfinhertone；anditwasperhapsthisthatirritatedWestover。
　　"Ihopehe’llneverletherknowit。Idon’tthinkastrongwillisathingtobeprized，andIshouldn’tconsideritoneofCynthia’sgoodpoints。Thehappiestlifeforherwouldbeonethatneverforcedhertouseit。"
　　"Idon’tknowasIunderstandyouexactly，"saidMrs。Durgin，withsomedryness。"IknowJeff’sgotratherofadomineeringdisposition，butI
　　don’tbelievebutshecanmanagehimwithoutmeetin’himonhisownground，asyoumaysay。"
　　"She’sagirlinathousand，"Westoverreturned，evasively。
　　"Thenyouthinkhe’sshownsenseinchoosin’ofher？"pursuedJeff’smother，resolutetofindsomepraiseofhiminWestover’swords。
　　"He’saveryfortunateman，"saidthepainter。
　　"Well，Iguessyou’reright，"Mrs。Durginacquiesced，asmuchtoJeff’sadvantageasshecould。"YouknowIwasalwaysafraidhewouldmakeafoolofhimself，butIguesshe’skepthiseyesprettywellopenallthewhile。Well！"Sheclosedthesubjectwiththisexclamation。"HimandCynthy’sbeenatmeaboutJackson，"sheadded，abruptly。"They’vecookeditupbetween’emthathe’soutofhealthorrundownorsomething。"
　　HermannerreferredthemattertoWestover，andhesaid："Heisn’tlookingsowellthissummer。Heoughttogoawaysomewhere。"
　　"That’swhattheythought，"saidMrs。Durgin，smilinginherpleasureathavingtheiropinionconfirmedbytheoldandvaluedfriendofthefamily。
　　Whereaboutsdoyouthinkhe’dbestgo？"
　　"Oh，Idon’tknow。Italy——orEgypt——"
　　"Iguess，ifyoucouldgetJacksontogoawayatall，itwouldbetosomeofthemoldBiblecountries，"saidMrs。Durgin。"We’vegottohaveafighttogethimoff，makethebestofit，andI’vethoughtitoversincethechildrenspokeaboutit，andIcouldn’tseemtoseeJacksonwillin’
　　togoouttoCalifornyorColorady，toeitherofhisbrothers。ButI
　　guesshewouldgotoEgypt。Thatagoodclimateforthe——hiscomplaint？"
　　Sheenteredeagerlyintothequestion，andWestoverpromisedtowritetoaBostondoctor，whomheknewverywell，andreportJackson’scasetohim，andgethisviewsofEgypt。
　　"Tellhimhowitis，"saidMrs。Durgin，"andthetussleweshallhavetohaveanywaytomakeJacksonbelievehe’doughttohavearest。He’llgotoEgyptifhe’llgoanywheres，becausehismindkeepsrunnin’onBiblequestions，andit’llinteresthimtogooutthere；andwecanmakehimbelieveit’sjusttobangaroundforthewinter。He’sterriblehopeful。"
　　Nowthatshebegantospeak，allherlong—repressedanxietypoureditselfout，andshehitchedherchairnearertoWestoverandwistfullyclutchedhissleeve。"That’stheworstofJackson。Youcan’tmakehimbelieveanything’sthematter。SometimesIcan’tbeartohearhimgoonabouthimselfasifhewasawellyoungman。Heexpectsthatmedium’sstuffisgoin’tocurehim！"
　　"Peoplesickinthatwayarealwayshopeful，"saidWestover。
　　"Oh，don’tIknowit！Ha’n’tIseenmychildrenandmyhusband——Oh，doaskthatdoctortoanswerasquickashecan！"
　　XXVI。
　　WestoverhadadifficultyincongratulatingJeffwhichhecouldscarcelydefinetohimself，butwhichwaslikethatobscureresentmentwefeeltowardpeoplewhomwethinkunequaltotheirgoodfortune。Hewasashamedofhisgrudge，whateveritwas，andthismayhavemadehimoverdohisexpressionsofpleasure。Hewassensibleofafalsecordialityinthem，andhecheckedhimselfinaflowofforcedsentimenttosay，morehonestly："Iwishyou’dspeaktoCynthiaforme。YouknowhowmuchI
　　thinkofher，andhowmuchIwanttoseeherhappy。Yououghttobeaverygoodfellow，Jeff！"
　　"I’lltellherthat；she’lllikethat，"saidJeff。"Shethinkstheworldofyou。"
　　"Doesshe？Well！"
　　"AndIguessshe’llbegladyousentword。She’sbeenwonderingwhatyouwouldsay；she’salwayssoafraidofyou。"
　　"Isshe？You’renotafraidofme，areyou？Butperhapsyoudon’tthinksomuchofme。"
　　"IguessCynthiaandIthinkalikeonthatpoint，"saidJeff，withoutabatingWestover’sdiscomfort。
　　Therewasastressofsharpcoldthatyearaboutthe20thofAugust。
　　Thentheweatherturnedwarmagain，andheldfinetillthebeginningofOctober，withinaweekofthetimewhenJacksonwastosail。Ithadnotbeensohardtomakehimconsentwhenheknewwherethedoctorwishedhimtogo，andhehadwillinglyprofitedbyWestover’ssuggestionsaboutgettingtoEgypt。Hisinterestinthematter，whichhetriedtohideatfirstunderamaskofdecorousindifference，mountedwiththefireofWhitwell’senthusiasm，andtheyheldnightlycouncilstogether，studyinghiscourseonthemap，andconsultingplanchetteuponthepointsatvariancethatrosebetweenthem，whileJombateestesatwithhischairtiltedagainstthewall，andpulledsteadilyathispipe，whichmixeditsstrongfumeswiththesmellofthekerosene—lampandtheperennialodorofpotatoesinthecellarunderthelowroomwherethecompanionsforgathered。
　　TowardtheendofSeptemberWestoverspentthenightbeforehewentbacktotownwiththem。Afteraseasonwithplanchette，theirhostpushedhimselfbackwithhiskneesfromthetabletillhischairreareduponitshindlegs，andshovedhishatupfromhisforeheadintokenofphilosophicalmood。
　　"Itellyou，Jackson，"hesaid，"you’doughttogetholdo’somethemoccultdevilsoutthere，andsqueezetheirscienceoutof’em。AnyBuddhistsinEgypt，Mr。Westover？"
　　"Idon’tthinkthereare，"saidWestover。"UnlessJacksonshouldcomeacrosssomewanderingHindu。Orhemightpushon，andcomehomebythewayofIndia。"
　　"Doit，Jackson！"hisfriendconjuredhim。"Maycostyousomethingmore，butit’llbeworththemoney。Ifit’strue，whatsomethemBlavetskyfellersclaim，youcanvisitushereinyourastralbody——gitinwith’emtherightway。Ishouldliketohaveyoutryit。What’sthereasonIndiawouldn’tbeasgoodforhimasEgypt，anyway？"WhitwelldemandedofWestover。
　　"Isupposetheclimate’srathertoomoist；theheatwouldberathertryingtohimthere。"
　　"Thatso？"
　　"Andhe’stakenhisticketforAlexandria，"Westoverpursued。
　　"Well，Iguessthat’sso。"Whitwelltiltedhisbackwardslopinghattooneside，soastoscratchthenortheastcornerofhisbeadthoughtfully。
　　"Butasfarasthatisconcerned，"saidWestover，"andthedoctrineofimmortalitygenerallyisconcerned，JacksonwillhavehishandsfullifhestudiestheEgyptianmonuments。"
　　"Whattheygottodowithit？"
　　"Everything。Egyptisthehomeofthebeliefinafuturelife；itwascarriedfromEgypttoGreece。HemightcomehomebywayofAthens。"
　　"Why，man！"criedWhitwell。"DoyoumeantosaythatthemoldHebrewsaints，Joseph’sbrethren，thatwentdownintoEgyptaftercorn，didn’tknowaboutimmortality，andthemEgyptiandevilsdid？"
　　"There’sverylittleproofintheOldTestamentthattheIsraelitesknewofit。"
　　WhitwelllookedatJackson。"Thattheideeyougot？"
　　"Iguesshe’sright，"saidJackson。"There’ssomethingalittleaboutitinJob，andsomethinginthePsalms：butnotagreatdeal。"
　　"AndwegotitfromthemEgyptiand————"
　　"Idon’tsaythat，"Westoverinterposed。"Buttheyhaditbeforewehad。
　　Asweimagineit，wegotitthoughChristianity。"
　　Jombateeste，whohadtakenhispipeoutofhismouthinacontroversialmanner，putitbackagain。
　　Westoveradded，"Butthere’snoquestionbuttheEgyptiansbelievedinthelifehereafter，andinfuturerewardsandpunishmentsforthedeedsdoneinthebody，thousandsofyearsbeforeourera。"
　　"Well，I’mdumned，"saidWhitwell。
　　Jombateestetookhispipeoutagain。"Hitshowtheygotgoodsense。
　　Theyknow——theyfeelitintheirbone——whatgoin’’appen——whenyoudead。
　　Me，Iguesstheygotsomeprophetfindithoutforthem；thentheygoin’
　　takethecredit。"
　　"Iguessthat’ssomethingso，Jombateeste，"saidWhitwell。"Itdon’tstandtoreasonthatfolkswithoutanyalphabet，asyoumaysay，andonlyalotofpicturesforwords，likeInjuns，couldfigureouttheimmortalityofthesoul。Theygottheideebyinspirationsomehow。Why，here！It’slikethis。ThemPharaohsmusthavealwaysbeenclawin’outfortheHebrewsbeforetheygotaholdofJoseph，andwhentheyfoundoutthetruedoctrine，theyhushedupwheretheygotit，andtheirpriestswentonteachin’itasifitwastheirown。"
　　"That’sw’atIsay。Gotitfromthe’Ebrew。"
　　"Well，itdon’tmatteragreatdealwheretheygotit，sotheygotit，"
　　saidJackson，asherose。
　　"IbelieveI’llgowithyou，"saidWestover。
　　"Allthereisaboutit，"saidthesickman，solemnly，withafrailefforttostraightenhimself，towhichhissunkenchestwouldnotrespond，"isthis：nomaneverdidfigurethatoutforhimself。Amanseesfolksdie，andasfarashissensesgo，theydon’tliveagain。Butsomehowheknowstheydo；andhisknowledgecomesfromsomewhereelse；it’sinspired——"
　　"That’sw’atIsay，"Jombateestehastenedtointerpose。"Gotitfromthe’Ebrew。Feelitin’isbone。"
　　OutunderthestarsJacksonandWestoversilentlymountedthehill—sidetogether。Atoneofthethank—you—marmsintheroadthesickmanstopped，likeawearyhorse，tobreathe。Hetookoffhishatandwipedthesweatofweaknessthathadgathereduponhisforehead，andlookedroundthesky，powderedwiththeconstellationsandtheplanets。"It’ssightly，"hewhispered。
　　"Yes，itisfine，"Westoverassented。"ButthestarsofourNorthernnightsarenothingtowhatyou’llseeinEgypt。"
　　Jacksonrepeated，vaguely："Egypt！WhereIshouldliketogoisMars。"
　　Hefixedhiseyesontheflamingplanets，inalongstare。"ButI
　　supposetheyhavetheirowntroubles，sameaswedo。Theymustgetsickanddie，liketherestofus。ButIshouldliketoknowmoreabout’em。
　　Youbelieveit’sinhabited，don’tyou？"
　　Westover’sagnosticismdidnot，somehow，extendtoMars。"Yes，I’venodoubtofit。"
　　Jacksonseemedpleased。"I’vereadeverythingIcanlaymyhandsonaboutit。I’vegotanotionthatifthere’sanychoosin’，afterwegetthroughhere，IshouldliketogotoMarsforawhile，oraslongasI
　　wasalittlehomesickstill，andwantedtokeepasneartheearthasI
　　could，"headded，quaintly。
　　Westoverlaughed。"Youcouldstudyupthesubjectofirrigation，there；
　　theysaythat’swhatkeepstheparallelmarkingsgreenonMars；andtelegraphafewhintstoyourbrotherinColorado，aftertheMartiansperfecttheirsignalcode。"
　　Perhapstheinvalid’sfancyflagged。Hedrewalong，raggedbreath。
　　"Idon’tknowasIcaretoleavehome，much。Ifitwa’n’takindofduty，Ishouldn’t。"Heseemedimpelledbyasuddenneedtosay，"HowdoyouthinkJeffersonandmotherwillmakeitouttogether？"
　　"I’venodoubtthey’llmanage，"saidWestover。
　　"They’reagooddealalike，"Jacksonsuggested。
　　Westoverpreferrednottomeethisoverture。You’llbeback，youknow，almostassoonastheseasoncommences，nextsummer。"
　　"Yes，"Jacksonassented，morecheerfully。"Andnow，Cynthy’ssuretobehere。"
　　"Yes，shewillbehere，"saidWestover，notsocheerfully。
　　Jacksonseemedtofindtheopeninghewasseeking，inWestover’stone。
　　"Whatdoyouthinkofgettin’married，anyway，Mr。Westover？"heasked。
　　"Wehaven’teitherofusthoughtsowellofitastotryit，Jackson，"
　　saidthepainter，jocosely。
　　"Thinkit’sakindofchance？"
　　"It’sachance。"
　　Jacksonwassilent。Then，"Ia’n’toneofthem，"hesaid，abruptly，"thatthinkaman’sgoin’tobemadeoverbymarryin’thiswomanorthat。
　　Ifhea’n’tgoin’tobetherightkindofamanhimself，hea’n’tbecausehiswife’sagoodwoman。SometimesIthinkthataman’swifeisthelastpersonintheworldthatcanchangehisdisposition。Shecaninfluencehimaboutthisandaboutthat，butshecan’tchangehim。Itseemsasifhecouldn’tletherifhetried，andafterthefirststart—offhedon’ttry。"
　　"That’strue，"Westoverassented。"We’reterriblyinflexible。Nothingbutsomethinglikeachangeofheart，astheyusedtocallit，canmakeusdifferent，andeventhenwe’reapttogobacktoouroldshape。Whenyoulookatitinthatlight，marriageseemsimpossible。Yetittakesplaceeveryday！"
　　"It’sagreatriskforawoman，"saidJackson，puttingonhishatandstirringforanonwardmovement。"ButIpresumethatifthemanishonestwithherit’sthebestthingshecanhave。Thegreattroubleisforthemantobehonestwithher。"
　　"Honestyisdifficult，"saidWestover。
　　HemadeJacksonpromisetospendadaywithhiminBoston，onhiswaytotaketheMediterraneansteameratNewYork。Whentheymetheyieldedtoanimpulsewhichtheinvalid’sforlornnessinspired，andwentontoseehimoff。Hewasgladthathedidthat，for，thoughJacksonwasnotsadatparting，hewasvisiblytouchedbyWestover’skindness。
　　Ofcoursehetalkedawayfromit。"IguessI’veleft’eminprettygoodshapeforthewinteratLion’sHead，"hesaid。"I’vegotWhitwelltoagreetocomeupandliveinthehousewithmother，andshe’llhaveCynthywithher，anyway；andFrankandJombateestecanlookafterthebosseseasyenough。"
　　Hehadsaidsomethinglikethisbefore，butWestovercouldseethatitcomfortedhimtorepeatit，andheencouragedhimtodosoinfull。Hemadehimtalkaboutgettinghomeinthespring，afterthefrostwasoutoftheground，buthequestionedinvoluntarily，whilethesickmanspoke，whetherhemightnotthenbelyingunderthesandsthathadneverknownafrostsincetheglacialepoch。Whenthelastwarningforvisitorstogoashorecame，Jacksonsaid，withawansmile，whileheheldWestover’shand："Isha’n’tforgetthisverysoon。"
　　"Writetome，"saidWestover。
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　　XXVII。
　　JacksonkepthispromisetowritetoWestover，buthewasbetterthanhiswordtohismother，andwrotetohereveryweekthatwinter。
　　"Iseemjusttolivefromlettertoletter。It’sridic’lous，"shesaidtoCynthiaoncewhenthegirlbroughtthemailinfromthebarn，wherethemenfolkskeptittilltheyhadputawaytheirhorsesafterdrivingoverfromLovewellwithit。Thetrainsonthebranchroadweretakenoffinthewinter，andthepost—officeatthehotelwasdiscontinued。Themenhadtogotothetownbycutter，overahighwaythatthewindssiftedhalffullofsnowafterithadbeenbrokenoutbytheox—teamsinthemorning。ButMrs。DurginhadstudiedthesteamerdaysandcalculatedthetimeitwouldtakeletterstocomefromNewYorktoLovewell；and，unlessablizzardwasraging，someonehadtogoforthemailwhenthedaycame。
　　ItwasusuallyJombateeste，whorevertedinwintertothetypeofhabitantfromwhichhehadsprung。Heworeabluewoollencap，likealargesock，pulledoverhisearsandclosetohiseyes，andbelowithisclean—shavenbrownfaceshowed。Hehadbluewoollenmittens，andbootsofrussetleather，withoutheels，cametohisknees；hegotapaireverytimehewenthomeonSt。John’sday。Hisleanlittlebodywasswathedinseveralshortjackets，andhebroughtthelettersbuttonedintooneoftheinnermostpockets。HeproducedtheletterfromJacksonpromptlyenoughwhenCynthiacameouttothebarnforit，andthenhemadeashowofgettinghishorseoutofthecuttershafts，andshoutinginternationalreproachesatit，tillshewasforcedtoask，"Haven’tyougotsomethingforme，Jombateeste？"
　　"Youexpec’someletter？"hesaid，unbucklingastrapandshoutinglouder。
　　"YouknowwhetherIdo。Giveittome。"
　　"Idon’know。IthinkIdropsomethingontheroad。Isawsomethingwhite；maybesnow；gooddealofsnow。"
　　"Don’tplague！Giveithere！"
　　"WaitIfinishunhitch。Ican’tfindanylettertillIgetsometimetolook。"
　　"Oh，now，Jombateeste！Givememyletter！"
　　"W’atyouwantletterfor？Alwayssamething。Well！’Oldthe’oss；I
　　goin’tofeel。"
　　Jombateestefeltinonepocketafteranother，whileCynthiaclungtothecolt’sbridle，andhewasuncertaintillthelastwhetherhehadanyletterforher。Whenitappearedshemadeaflyingsnatchatitandran；
　　andthecomedywasover，toberepeatedinsomeformthenextweek。
　　ThegirlsomehowalwayspossessedherselfofwhatwasinherlettersbeforeshereachedtheroomwhereMrs。Durginwaswaitingforhers。ShehadtoreadthataloudtoJackson’smother，andintheeveningshehadtoreaditagaintoMrs。DurginandWhitwellandJombateesteandFrank，aftertheyhaddonetheirchores，andtheyhadgatheredintheoldfarm—
　　houseparlor，aroundtheair—tightsheet—ironstove，inaheatofeightydegrees。Whitwelllistened，withplanchettereadyonthetablebeforehim，andheconsulteditfortelepathicimpressionsofJackson’sactualmentalstatewhenthereadingwasover。
　　Hegotverylittleoutoftheperverseinstrument。"Ican’tseemtoworkher。IfJacksonwashere——"
　　"Weshouldn’tneedtoaskplanchetteabouthim，"Cynthiaoncesuggested，withthesparesenseofhumorthatsometimesrevealeditselfinher。
　　"Well，Iguessthat’ssomethingso，"herfathercandidlyadmitted。Butthenexttimeheconsultedthehelplessplanchetteashopefullyasbefore。"Youcan’ttell，youcan’ttell，"heurged。
　　"Thetroubleseemstobethatplanchettecan’ttell，"saidMrs。Durgin，andtheyalllaughed。Theywerenotpeoplewholaughedagreatdeal，andtheywereeachintentuponsomepointinthefuturethatkeptthemfrompleasureinthepresent。ThelittleCanuckwastheonlyonewhosufferedhimselfacontemporaneousconsolation。HisearlyfaithhadsofarlapsedfromhimthathecouldhospitablyentertainthewildpsychicalconjecturesofWhitwellwithoutanaccusingsenseofheresy，andhefoundthewinterofnorthernNewEnglandsomildafterthatofLowerCanadathatheexperiencedahighdegreeofanimalcomfortinit，andlookedforwardtonothingbetter。Tobewellfed，wellhoused，andwellheated；
　　tosmokesuccessivepipeswhiletheotherstalked，andtocatchthroughhissmoke—wreathsvagueglimpsesoftheirmeanings，wasenough。HefeltthatinbeingpromotedtothecareofthestablesinJackson’sabsenceheoccupiedadignifiedandresponsibleposition，withaconfidentialrelationtotheexilewhichjustifiedhiminsendingspecialmessagestohim，andattachingpeculiarvaluetoJackson’sremembrances。
　　Theexile’sletterssaidverylittleabouthishealth，whichinthesenseofnonewshismotherheldtobegoodnews，buttheywerefullconcerningthemonumentsandtheethnologicalinterestoflifeinEgypt。
　　Theywerelargelyrescriptsofeachday’sobservationsandexperiences，closeandfull，ashismotherlikedtheminregardtofact，andgenerouslyphilosophizedonthesideofpoliticsandreligionforWhitwell。TheEasternquestionbecameinthesnow—chokedhillsofNewEnglandtheengrossingconcernofthisspeculativemind，andhewasapttospringituponMrs。DurginandCynthiaatmealtimesandotherdefencelessmoments。HetriedtodebateitwithJombateeste，whoconceivedofitasaformofspiritualisticinquiry，andansweredfromthehay—loft，wherehewasthrowingdownfodderforthecattletoWhitwell，volublyreceivingitonthebarnfloorbelow，thathebelieved，him，everybodygotahastralbody，EnglishsameasMormons。
　　"GuessyoumeanMoslems，"saidWhitwell，andJombateesteaskedthedifference，defiantly。
　　TheletterswhichcametoCynthiacouldnotbemadeasmuchageneralinterest，and，infact，nooneelsecaredsomuchforthemasforJackson’sletters，notevenJeff’smother。AfterCynthiagotoneofthem，shewouldask，perfunctorily，whatJeffsaid，butwhenshewastoldtherewasnonewsshedidnotpressherquestion。
　　"IfJacksondon’tgetbackintimenextsummer，"Mrs。Durginsaid，inoneofthetalksshehadwiththegirl，"IguessIshallhavetoletJeffandyourunthehousealone。"
　　"Iguessweshallwantalittlehelpfromyou，"saidCynthia，demurely。
　　ShedidnotrefusetheimplicationofMrs。Durgin’swords，butshewouldnotassumethattherewasmoreinthemthantheyexpressed。
　　WhenJeffcamehomeforthethreedays’vacationatThanksgiving，hewishedagaintorelinquishhislastyearatHarvard，andCynthiahadtosummonallherforcestokeephimtohispromiseofstaying。Hebroughthomethebookswithwhichhewasworkingoffhisconditions，withahalf—
　　heartedintentionofstudy，andshetookholdwithhim，andtogethertheyfoughtforwardoverthegroundhehadtogain。Hismotherwasalmostwillingatlastthatheshouldgiveuphislastyearincollege。
　　"Whatistheuse？"sheasked。"He’sgiveupthelaw，andhemightaswellcommenceherefirstaslast，ifhe’sgoin’to。"
　　Thegirlhadnoreasontourgeagainstthis；shecouldonlyurgeherfeelingthatheoughttogobackandtakehisdegreewiththerestofhisclass。
　　"Ifyou’regoingtokeepLion’sHeadthewayyoupretendyouare，"shesaidtohim，asshecouldnotsaytohismother，"youwanttokeepallyourHarvardfriends，don’tyou，andhavethemrememberyou？Goback，Jeff，anddon’tyoucomehereagaintillafteryou’vegotyourdegree。
　　NevermindtheChristmasvacation，northeEaster。StayinCambridgeandworkoffyourconditions。Youcandoit，ifyoutry。Oh，don’tyousupposeIshouldliketohaveyouhere？"shereproachedhim。
　　Hewentback，withakindofgrudgeinhisheart，whichheconfessedinhisfirstletterhometoher，whenhetoldherthatshewasrightandhewaswrong。Hewassurenow，withtheimpulsewhichtheirworkonthemincommonhadgivenhim，thatheshouldgethisconditionsoff，andhewantedherandhismothertobeginpreparingtheirmindstocometohisClassDay。Heplannedhowtheycouldbothbeawayfromthehotelforthatday。Thehousewastobeopenedonthe20thofJune，butitwasnotlikelythattherewouldbesomanypeopleatoncethattheycouldnotgivethe21sttoClassDay；FrankandhisfathercouldrunLion’sHeadsomehow，or，iftheycouldnot，thentheopeningcouldbepostponedtillthe24th。Atallevents，theymustnotfailtocome。Cynthiashowedthewholelettertohismother，whorefusedtothinkofsuchathing，andthenasked，asifthefacthadnotbeenfullysetbeforeher："Whenisittobe？"