"YouknowhewasupatLion’sHeadinFebruary，andgotawinterimpressionofthemountain。Didyouseeit？"
　　"No。Wasthatwhatyouweretalkingabout？"
　　"Wetalkedaboutsomethingagreatdealmoreinteresting——theimpressionhegotofme。"
　　"Winterimpression。"
　　"Coldenough。HehadcometotheconclusionthatIwasveryselfishandunworthy；thatIusedotherpeopleformyownadvantage，orletthemusethemselves；thatIwastreacherousandvindictive，andifIdidn’tbetrayamanIcouldn’tbehappytillIhadbeatenhim。HesaidthatifIeverbehavedwell，itcameafterIhadbeensuccessfulonewayortheother。"
　　"Howperfectlyfascinating！"Bessierestedherelbowonthecornerofthetable，andherchininthepalmofthehandwhosethinfingerstappedherredlips；thelightsleevefelldownandshowedherpretty，leanlittleforearm。"Diditstrikeyouastrue，atall？"
　　"Icouldseehowitmightstrikehimastrue。"
　　"Nowyouarecandid。Butgoon！Whatdidheexpectyoutodoaboutit？"
　　"Nothing。Hesaidhedidn’tsupposeIcouldhelpit。"
　　"Thisisimmense，"saidBessie。"IhopeI’mtakingitallin。Howcamehetogiveyouthisflatteringlittleimpression？Sohopeful，too！Or，perhapsyourfranknessdoesn’tgoanyfarther？"
　　"Oh，Idon’tmindsaying。Heseemedtothinkitwasasortofabstractdutyheowedtomypeople。"
　　"Your—folks？"askedBessie。
　　"Yes，"saidJeff，withacertaindryness。Butasherfacelookedblanklyinnocent，hemusthavedecidedthatshemeantnothingoffensive。Herelaxedintoabroadsmile。"It’saqueerhouseholdupthere，inthewinter。Iwonderwhatyouwouldthinkofit。"
　　"Youmightdescribeittome，andperhapsweshallsee。"
　　"Youcouldn’trealizeit，"saidJeff，withafinalitythatpiquedher。
　　Hereachedoutforthebottleofapollinaris，withsomehowtheeffectofbeinginanotherstudent’sroom，andpouredhimselfaglass。Thiswouldhaveamusedher，ninetimesoutoften，butthetenthtimehadcomewhenshechosetoresentit。
　　"Isuppose，"shesaid，"youareallverymuchexcitedaboutClassDayatCambridge。"
　　"Thatsoundslikearemarkmadetoopenthewaytoconversation。"Jeffwentontoburlesqueareplyinthesamespirit。"Oh，verymuchsoindeed，MissLynde！Wearealllookingforwardtoitsoeagerly。Areyoucoming？"
　　Sherejectedhisleadwithaslightsighsoskilfullydrawnthatitdeceivedhimwhenshesaid，gravely：
　　"Idon’tknow。It’sapttobeaverybafflingtimeatthebest。Allthementhatyoulikearetakenupwiththeirownpeople，andeventhementhatyoudon’tlikeovervaluethemselves，andthinkthey’redoingyouafavoriftheygiveyouaturnattheGymorbringyouaplateofsomething。"
　　"Well，theyare，aren’tthey？"
　　"Isuppose，yes，that’swhatmakesmehateit。Onedoesn’tliketohavesuchmendooneafavor。Andthen，Juniorsgetyoungereveryyear！EvenaniceJuniorisonlyaJunior，"sheconcluded，withasadfallofhermockingvoice。"
　　"Idon’tbelievethere’saSeniorinHarvardthatwouldn’tforsakehisfamilyandcometotherescueifyourfeelingscouldbeknown，"saidJeff。Heliftedthebottleathiselbowandfounditempty，andthisseemedtoremindhimtorise。
　　"Don’tmakethemknown，please，"saidBessie。"Ishouldn’twantanovation。"Shesat，afterhehadrisen，asifshewishedtodetainhim，butwhenhecameuptotakeleaveshehadtoputherhandinhis。Shelookedatitthere，andsodidhe；itseemedverylittleandslim，aboutone—thirdthesizeofhispalm，anditseemedtogotonothinginhisgrasp。"Ishouldthink，"sheadded，"thatthejayswouldhavethebesttimeonClassDay。Ishouldliketodanceatoneoftheirspreads，anddoeverythingtheydid。Itwouldbetwicethefun，andtherewouldbesomenatureinit。IshouldliketoseeajayClassDay。"
　　"Ifyou’llcomeout，I’llshowyouone，"saidJeff，withoutwincing。
　　"Oh，willyou？"shesaid，takingawayherhand。"Thatwouldbedelightful。Butwhatwouldbecomeofyourfolks？"Shecaughtacornerofhermouthwithherteeth，asifthewordhadslippedout。
　　"Doyoucallthemfolks？"askedJeff，quietly：
　　"I——supposed——Don’tyou？"
　　"NotinBoston。IdoatLion’sHead。"
　　"Oh！Well—people。"
　　"Idon’tknowasthey’recoming。"
　　"Howdelightful！Idon’tmeanthat；butifthey’renot，andifyoureallyknewsomejays，andcouldgetmealittleglimpseoftheirClassDay——"
　　"IthinkIcouldmanageitforyou。"Hespokeasbefore，buthelookedatherwithamockeryinhislipsandeyesasintelligentasherown，andthelatentchangeinhismoodgaveherthesenseofbeinginthepresenceofavividemotion。Sheroseinherexcitement；shecouldseethatheadmiredher，andwasenjoyingherinsolencetoo，inaway，thoughinawaythatshedidnotthinkshequiteunderstood；andshehadthewishtomakehimadmireheralittlemore。
　　Sheletalightoflaughtercomeintohereyes，ofharmlessmischiefplayedtoanend。"Idon’tdeserveyourkindness，andIwon’tcome。
　　I’vebeenverywicked，don’tyouthink？"
　　"Notvery——foryou，"saidJeff。
　　"Oh，howgood！"shebrokeout。"Butbefranknow！I’veoffendedyou。"
　　"How？IknowI’majay，andinthecountryI’vegotfolks。"
　　"Ah，Iseeyou’rehurtatmyjoking，andI’mawfullysorry。Iwishtherewassomewayofmakingyouforgiveme。Butitcouldn’tbethatalone，"
　　shewentonratheraimlesslyastoherwords，trustingtohisanswerforsomeleading，andwillingmeanwhiletoprolongthesituationfortheeffectinhernerves。Ithadbeenaverydullandtediousday，andshewasfindingmuchmorethanshecouldhaveexpectedinthemingledfearandslightwhichheinspiredherwithinsuchsingularmeasure。Thesefemininesubtletiesofmotivearebeyondanybutthefinestnaturesintheothersex，andperhapsallthatJeffperceivedwasthenoteofinsincerityinherwords。
　　"Couldn’tbewhatalone？"heasked。
　　"WhatI’vesaid，"sheventured，lettinghereyesfall；buttheywerenoteyesthatfelleffectively，andsheinstantlyliftedthemagaintohis。
　　"Youhaven’tsaidanything，andifyou’vethoughtanything，whathaveI
　　gottodowiththat？Ithinkallsortsofthingsaboutpeople——orfolks，asyoucallthem——"
　　"Oh，thankyou！Nowyouareforgivingme！"
　　"Ithinkthemaboutyou"
　　"Oh，dositdownandtellmethekindofthingsyouthinkaboutme！"
　　Bessieimplored，sinkingbackintoherchair。
　　"Youmightn’tlikethem。"
　　"Butiftheywoulddomegood？"
　　"WhatshouldIwanttodoyougoodfor？"
　　"That’strue，"sighedBessie，thoughtfully。
　　"People——folks——"
　　"Thankyousomuch！"
　　"Don’ttrytodoeachothergood，unlessthey’recrankslikeLancaster，orboreslikeMrs。Bevidge——"
　　"YoubelongtotheanalyticalschoolofSeniors！Goon！"
　　"That’sall，"saidJeff。
　　"Andyoudon’tthinkI’vetriedtodoyougood？"
　　Helaughed。Hercomedywasdelicioustohim。Hehadneverfound，anybodysoamusing；healmostrespectedherforit。
　　"Ifthatisyouropinionofme，Mr。Durgin，"shesaid，verygravely，"Iamsorry。MayIremarkthatIdon’tseewhyyoucome，then？"
　　"Icantellyou，"saidJeff，andheadvanceduponherwhereshesatsoabruptlythatshestartedandshrankbackinherchair。"Icomebecauseyou’vegotbrains，andyou’retheonlygirlthathas——here。"TheywereAlan’swords，almosthiswords，andforaninstantshethoughtofherbrother，endwonderedwhathewouldthinkofthisjay’spraisingherinhisterms。"Because，"Jeffwenton，"you’vegotmoresenseandnonsense——thanallthewomenhereputtogether。Becauseit’sbetterthanaplaytohearyoutalk——andact；andbecauseyou’regraceful——andfascinating，andchic，and——Good—night，MissLynde。"
　　Heputouthishand，butshedidnottakeitassherosehaughtily。
　　"We’vesaidgood—nightonce。Iprefertosaygood—byethistime。I’msureyouwillunderstandwhyafterthisIcannotseeyouagain。"Sheseemedtoexaminehimfortheeffectofthesewordsuponhimbeforeshewenton。
　　"No，Idon’tunderstand，"heanswered，coolly；"butitisn’tnecessaryI
　　should；andI’mquitewillingtosaygood—bye，ifyouprefer。Youhaven’tbeensofrankwithmeasIhavewithyou；butthatdoesn’tmakeanydifference；perhapsyounevermeanttobe，orcouldn’tbe，ifyoumeant。Good—bye。"Hebowedandturnedtowardthedoor。
　　Sheflutteredbetweenhimandit。"Iwishtoknowwhatyouaccusemeof！"
　　"I？Nothing。"
　　"YouimplythatIhavebeenunjusttowardyou。"
　　"Ohno！"
　　"AndIcan’tletyougotillyouproveit。"
　　"Provetoawomanthat——Willyouletmepass？"
　　"No！"Shespreadherslenderarmsacrossthedoorway。
　　"Oh，verywell！"Jefftookherhandsandputthembothintheholdofoneofhislarge，strongbands。Then，withthecontact，itcametohim，fromavariedexperienceofgirlsinhisrusticpast，thatthisyounglady，whowasnothingbutagirlafterall，wasplayinghercomedywithacertainpurpose，howeverlittleshemightknowitorownit。Heputhisotherlarge，stronghanduponherwaist，andpulledhertohimandkissedher。Anothersortofman，nomatterwhathehadbelievedofher，wouldhavefelthisactasacrilegethenandthere。Jeffonlyknewthatshehadnotmadethefainteststraggleagainsthim；shehadeventrembledtowardhim，andhebrutallyexultedinthebeliefthathehaddonewhatshewished，whetheritwaswhatshemeantornot。
　　She，forherpart，realizedthatshehadbeenkissedasonceshehadhappenedtoseeoneofthemaidskissedbythegrocer’sboyatthebasementdoor。Inaninstantthismanhadabolishedallherdefencesoffamily，ofsociety，ofpersonality，andputhimselfonalevelwithherinthemostsacredthingsoflife。Hermindgraspedthefactandsherealizeditintellectually，whileasyetallheremotionsseemedparalyzed。Shedidnotknowwhethersheresenteditasanabominableoutrageornot；whethershehatedthemanforitornot。Butperhapshewasinlovewithher，andhisloveoverpoweredhim；inthatcaseshecouldforgivehim，ifshewereinlovewithhim。Sheaskedherselfwhethershewas，andwhethershehadbetrayedherselftohimsothathewassomehowwarrantedinwhathedid。Shewonderedifanothersortofmanwouldhavedoneit，agentleman，whobelievedshewasinlovewithhim。Shewonderedifshewereasmuchshockedasshewasastonished。
　　Sheknewthattherewaseverythinginthesituationtomakethefactshocking，butshegotnodistinctreplyfromherjarredconsciousness。
　　Itoughttobeknown，andknownatonce；sheoughttotellherbrother，assoonasshesawhim；shethoughtoftellingheraunt，andshefanciedhavingtoshouttheaffairintoherear，andhavingtorepeat，"Hekissedme！Don’tyouunderstand？Kissedme！"Thenshereflectedwithastartthatshecouldnevertellanyone，thatinthemidstofherworldshewasaloneinrelationtothis；shewasashelplessandfriendlessasthepoorestandlowliestgirlcouldbe。Shewasmoreso，forifshewerelikethemaidwhomthegrocer’sboykissedshewouldbeofanorderofthingsinwhichshecouldadvisewithsomeoneelsewhohadbeenkissed；
　　andshewouldknowwhattofeel。
　　Sheaskedherselfwhethershewasatallmovedatheart；tillnowitseemedtoherthatithadnotbeendifferentwithhertowardhimfromwhatithadbeentowardalltheothermenwhosemeaningshewouldhavelikedtofindout。Shehadnotintheleastrespectedthem，andshedidnotrespecthim；butifithappenedbecausehewasovercomebyhisloveforher，andcouldnothelpit，thenperhapsshemustforgivehimwhethershecaredforhimornot。
　　Theseideaspresentedthemselveswiththesimultaneityofthingsinadreaminthatinstantwhenshelingeredhelplesslyinhishold，andsheevenwonderedifbyanychanceAndrewhadseenthem；butsheheardhissteponthefloorbelow；andatthesametimeitappearedtoherthatshemustbeinlovewiththismanifshedidnotresentwhathehaddone。
　　XLIII
　　Westoverwassittingatanopenwindowofhisstudiosmokingoutintotheeveningair，andlookingdownintothethinlyfoliagedtopsofthepublicgarden，wheretheelectricsfaintedandflushedandhissed。Carstroopedbyinthetroubledstreet，scrapingthewiresoverheadthatscreamedasifwithpainatthetouchoftheirtrolleys，andkindlingnowandagainasoftplanet，asthetrolleysstruckthebatlikeplatesthatconnectedthecrossinglines。Thepainterwasgettingalmostasmuchpleasureoutoftheplanetsaspainoutofthescreams，andhewasinanafter—dinnerlanguorinwhichhewasveryreluctanttorecognizeastep，whichhethoughtheknew，onhisstairsandhisstairs—landing。Aknockathisdoorfollowedthesoundoftheapproachingsteps。Heliftedhimself，andcalledout，inhospitably，"Comein！"and，asheexpected，JeffDurgincamein。Westover’smeetingswithhimhadbeenanincreasingdiscomfortsincehisreturnfromLion’sHead。TheuneasinesswhichhecommonlyfeltatthefirstmomentofencounterwithhimyieldedlessandlesstotheinfluenceofJeff’scynicalbonhomie，anditreturnedinforceassoonastheyparted。
　　Itwasratherdimintheplace，exceptforthelightthrownupintoitfromtheturmoiloflightsoutside，buthecouldseethattherewasnothingofthesmilingmockeryonJeff’sfacewhichhabituallyexpressedhisinnerhardihood。Itwasafrowningmockery。
　　"Hello！"saidWestover，"Hello！"answeredJeff。"AnycommandsforLion’sHead？"
　　"Whatdoyoumean？"
　　"I’mgoingupthereto—morrow。I’vegottoseeCynthia，andtellherwhatI’vebeendoing。"
　　Westoverwaitedamomentbeforeheasked："Doyouwantmetoaskwhatyou’vebeendoing？"
　　"Ishouldn’tmindit。"
　　Thepainterpausedagain。"Idon’tknowthatIcaretoask。Isitanygood？"
　　"No！"shoutedJeff。"It’stheworstthingyet，Iguessyou’llthink。
　　Icouldn’thavebelieveditmyself，ifIhadn’tbeenthroughit。
　　Ishouldn’thavesupposedIwassuchafool。Idon’tcareforthegirl；
　　Ineverdid。"
　　"Cynthia？"
　　"Cynthia？No！MissLynde。Oh，trytotakeitin！"Jeffcried，withalaughatthedazeinWestover’sface。"Youmusthaveknownabouttheflirtation；ifyouhaven’t，you’retheonlyone。"Hisvanityinthefactbetrayeditselfinhisvoice。"Itcametoacrisislastweek，andwetriedtomakeeachotherbelievethatwewereinearnest。Buttherewon’tbeanyreallovelost。"
　　Westoverdidnotspeak。Hecouldnotmakeoutwhetherhewassurprisedorwhetherhewasshocked，anditseemedtohimthathewasneithersurprisednorshocked。Hewonderedwhetherhehadreallyexpectedsomethingofthekind，soonerorlater，orwhetherhewasnotalwayssoapprehensiveofsomedeviltryinDurginthatnothinghedidcouldquitetakehimunawares。Atlasthesaid："Isupposeit’strue——eventhoughyousayit。It’sprobablytheonlytruthinyou。"
　　"That’ssomethinglike，"saidJeff，asifthecontemptgavehimasortofpleasure；andhisheavyfacelightedupandthendarkenedagain。
　　"Well，"saidWestover，"whatarewegoingtodo？You’vecometotellme。"
　　"I’mgoingtobreakwithher。Idon’tcareforher——that！"Hesnappedhisfingers。"ItoldherIcaredbecausesheprovokedmeto。Ithappenedbecauseshewantedittoandleduptoit。"
　　"Ah！"saidWestover。"Youputitonher！"ButhewaitedforDurgin’sjustificationwithadreadthatheshouldfindsomethinginit。
　　"Pshaw！What’stheuse？It’sbeenagamefromthebeginning，andaquestionwhichshouldruin。Iwon。Shemeanttothrowmeover，ifthetimecameforher，butitcameformefirst，andit’sonlyaquestionnowwhichshallbreakfirst；we’vebothbeennearitonceortwicealready。
　　Idon’tmeansheshallgetthestartofme。"
　　Westoverhadaglimpseoftheinnateenmityofthesexesinthisgame；
　　ofitspresenceinpassionthatwaslivedandofitsprevalenceinpassionthatwasplayed。Butthefateofneithergamblerconcernedhim；
　　hewasimpatientofhisinterestinwhatJeffnowwentontotellhim，withoutscrupleconcerningher，orpalliationofhimself。Hescarcelyrealizedthathewaslistening，butafterwardheremembereditall，withalittlepityforBessieandnoneforJeff，butwithmoreshameforher，too。Loveseemsmoresacredlyconfidedtowomenthantomen；itisandmustbeahigherandfineraswellasaholierthingwiththem；theirblameforitsbetrayalmustalwaysbetheheavier。HehadsometimessuspectedBessie’swillingnesstoamuseherselfwithJeff，aswithanyothermanwhowouldletherplaywithhim；andhewouldnothaverelieduponanythinginhimtodefeatherpurpose，ifithadbeenanythingsoseriousasapurpose。
　　AttheendofDurgin’sstoryhemerelyasked："AndwhatareyougoingtodoaboutCynthia？"
　　"Iamgoingtotellher，"saidJeff。"That’swhatIamgoinguptherefor。"
　　Westoverrose，butJeffremainedsittingwherehehadputhimselfastrideofachair，withhisfaceovertheback。Thepainterwalkedslowlyupanddownbeforehiminthecapriciousplayofthestreetlight。Heturnedalittlesick，andhestoppedamomentatthewindowforabreathofair。
　　"Well？"askedJeff。
　　"Oh！Youwantmyadvice？"Westoverstillfeltphysicallyincapableoftheindignationwhichhestronglyimagined。"Idon’tknowwhattosaytoyou，Durgin。Youtranscendmypowers。Areyouabletoseethiswholethingyourself？"
　　"Iguessso，"Jeffanswered。"Idon’tidealizeit，though。Ilookatfacts；they’rebadenough。Youdon’tsupposethatMissLyndeisgoingtobreakherheartover——"
　　"Idon’tbelieveIcareforMissLyndeanymorethanIcareforyou。
　　ButIbelieveIwishyouwerenotgoingtobreakwithher。"
　　"Why？"
　　"Becauseyouandshearefitforeachother。Ifyouwantmyadvice，I
　　adviseyoutobetruetoher——ifyoucan。"
　　"AndCynthia？"
　　"Breakwithher。"
　　"Oh！"Jeffgaveasnortofderision。
　　"You’renotfitforher。Youcouldn’tdoacruelerthingforherthantokeepfaithwithher。"
　　"Doyoumeanit？"
　　"Yes，Imeanit。SticktoMissLynde——ifshe’llletyou。"
　　JeffseemedpuzzledbyWestover’sattitude，whichwaseithertoosincereortooironicalforhim。Hepushedhishat，whichhehadkepton，backfromhisforehead。"DamnedifIdon’tbelieveshewould，"hemusedaloud。Thenotionseemedtoflatterhimandrepayhimforwhathemusthavebeensuffering。Hesmiled，buthesaid："Shewouldn’tdo，evenifshewereanygood。Cynthiaisworthamillionofher。Ifshewantstogivemeupaftersheknowsallaboutme，wellandgood。Ishu’n’tblameher。ButIshallgiveherafairchance，andIshu’n’twhitewashmyself；
　　youneedn’tbeafraidofthat，Mr。Westover。"
　　"WhyshouldIcarewhatyoudo？"askedthepainter，scornfully。
　　"Well，youcan’t，onmyaccount，"Durginallowed。"Butyoudocareonheraccount。"
　　"Yes，Ido，"saidWestover，sittingdownagain，andhedidnotsayanythingmore。
　　Durginwaitedalongwhileforhimtospeakbeforeheasked："Thenthat’sreallyyouradvice，isit？"
　　"Yes，breakwithher。"
　　"AndsticktoMissLynde。"
　　"Ifshe’llletyou。"
　　Jeffwassilentinhisturn。Hestartedfromhissilencewithalaugh。
　　"She’dmakeadaisylandladyforLion’sHead。Ibelieveshewouldliketotryitawhilejustforthefun。Butaftertheballwasover——well，itwouldbeagoodjoke，ifitwasajoke。Cynthiaisawoman——shea’n’tanycorpse—light。Sheunderstandsme，andshedon’toverrateme，either。
　　SheknewjusthowmuchIwasworth，andshetookmeatherownvaluation。
　　I’vegotmywayinlifemarkedout，andshebelievesinitasmuchasI
　　do。Ifanybodycankeepmelevelandmakethebestofme，shecan，andshe’sgoingtohavethechance，ifshewantsto。I’mgoingtoactsquarewithheraboutthewholething。Iguessshe’sthebestjudgeinacaselikethis，andIshalllaythewholecasebeforeher，don’tyoubeafraidofthat。Andshe’sgottohaveafreefield。Why，eveniftherewa’n’tanyquestionofher，"hewenton，fallingmoreandmoreintohisvernacular，"Idon’tbelieveIshouldcareinthelongrunforthisotherone。Wecouldn’tmakeitgoforanytimeatall。Shewantsexcitement，andafterthesummerfolksbegantoleave，andwe’dbeentoFloridaforawinter，andthencamebacktoLion’sHead—well！Thisplanethasn’tgotexcitementenoughinitforthatgirl，andIdoubtifthesolarsystemhas。Atanyrate，I’mnotgoingtoactasadvance—agentforher。"
　　"Isee，"saidWestover，"thatyou’vebeenreasoningitallout，andI’mnotsurprisedthatyou’vekeptyourownadvantagesteadilyinmind。
　　Idon’tsupposeyouknowwhatasavageyouare，andIdon’tsupposeI
　　couldteachyou。Isha’n’ttry，atanyrate。I’lltakeyouonyourownground，andItellyouagainyouhadbetterbreakwithCynthia。Iwon’tsaythatit’swhatyouoweher，forthatwon’thaveanyeffectwithyou，butit’swhatyouoweyourself。Youcan’tdoawrongthingandprosperonit——"
　　"Ohyes，youcan，"Jeffinterrupted，withasneeringlaugh。"Howdoyousupposeallthebigfortunesweremade？BykeepingtheCommandments？"
　　"No。Butyou’reanunluckymaniflifehasn’ttaughtyouthatyoumustpayinsufferingofsomekind，soonerorlater，foreverywrongthingyoudo——"
　　"Nowthat’soneofyourold—fashionedsuperstitions，Mr。Westover，"saidJeff，withagrowingkindlinessinhistone，asifthepatheticdelusionofsuchamanreallytouchedhim。"Youpay，oryoudon’tpay，justasithappens。Ifyougethitsoonafteryou’vedonewrong，youthinkit’sretribution，andifitholdsofftillyou’veforgottenallaboutit，youthinkit’sastrangeProvidence，andyoupuzzleoverit，butyoudon’treform。Youkeeprightalongintheoldway。Prosperityandadversity，they’vegotnothingtodowithconduct。Ifyou’reastrongman，yougetthere，andifyou’reaweakman，alltherighteousnessintheuniversewon’thelpyou。ButIproposetodowhat’srightaboutCynthia，andnotwhat’swrong；andaccordingtoyourowntheory，oflife——whichwon’tholdwateraminute——Ioughttobeblessedtothethirdandfourthgeneration。
　　Idon’tlookforthat，though。IshallbeblessedifIlookoutformyself；andifIdon’t，Ishallsufferformywantofforesight。ButI
　　sha’n’tsufferforanythingelse。Well，I’mgoingtocutsomeofmyrecitations，andI’mgoinguptoLion’sHead，to—morrow，tosettlemybusinesswithCynthia。I’vegotalittlebusinesstolookafterherewithsomeoneelsefirst，andIguessIshallhavetobeaboutit。I
　　don’tknowwhichIshalllikethebest。"Herose，andwentovertowhereWestoverwassitting，andheldouthishandtohim。
　　"Whatisit？"askedWestover。
　　"AnycommandsforLion’sHead？"Jeffsaid，asatfirst。
　　"No，"saidWestover，turninghisfaceaway。
　　"Oh，allright。"Durginputhishandintohispocketunshaken。