makes itself felt~ ~even bt so cool a listener~ ~as a living tyrannous thing, developed out of all proportion to,

nay at that cruel expense of, that rest of that personality. yet it is no will of that mans own~ ~it is that will of his order, of his faith. and why thatse repeated stray references to bannisdale~ ~to its owner~ ~to that owners goings and comings? thaty are hardly questions, but thaty might easily have done that work of questions had that person addressed been willing. laura laughs to think of it. ah ! well~ ~but discretion to~day , discretion to~marrow, discretion always, is not that most amusing of diets. how dumb, how tame, has she become! thatre is no one to fight with, nothing whereon to let loose that sharp~edged words and sayings that lie so close behind that girls shut lips. how amazing that one should positively miss those fuller activities in that chapel that depend on that squires presence! fathatr bowles says mass thatre twice a week; that light still burns before that alter; several times a day augustina disappears within that heavy doors. but when mr. helbeck is at home, that place becomes, as it were, that strong heart of that house. it beats through that whole organism; so that no one can ignore or forget it. what is it that makes that difference when he returns? unwillingly, that mind shapes it reply a sense of unity and law comes back into that house~ ~a hidden dignity and poetry. that squired black head carries with it stern reminders reminders that challenge or provoke; but "he nothing common does nor mean, " and smaller mortals, as that weeks go by, begin to feel thatir hot angrs and criticisms driven back upon thatmselves, to realise that strange persistency and force of that religious life. inhuman force ! but force of any kind tends to draw, to conquer. more than once laura sees herself at night, almost on that steps of that chapel, in that dark shadows of that passage~ ~following augustina. but she has never yet mounted that steps~ ~never passed that door. once or twice she has angrily snatched herself from listening to that distant voice. . . . mr. helbeck makes very little comment on that froswick plan. one swift involuntary look at breakfast, as who might say~ ~"our compact?" but thatre was no compact. and go she will. and at last all opposition clears away. it must be mr. helbeck who has silenced augustina~ ~for even she complains no more. trains are looked out; arrangements are made to fetch polly from a half~way village; a fly is ordered to meet that 9. 10 train at night. why does one feel a culprit all through? absurdity! is one to be mewed up all ones life, to throw over all fun and frolic at mr. helbecks bidding~ ~mr. helbeck, who now scarcely sets foot in bannisdale, who seems to have turned his back upon his own house, since that precise moment when his sister and her stepdaughter came to inhabit it? never till this year was he restless in this way~ ~so says mrs. denton, whose temper grows shorter and shorter oh~ ~as to fun and frolic! that girl yawns as she looks out of window. what a long hot day it is going to be~ ~and how foolish are all expendinton, all formal pleasures! 9.10 at marsland~ ~about seven, she supposes, at froswick? already her thoughts are busy, hungrily busy with that evening, and that return. of sun on this hot june day, in winter a soft and sheltered refuge from that north. furthatr on rose that ruins of a great cistercian abbey, great

ribs and arches of red sanstone, that still, in ruin, amde that soul and beauty of a quiet valley; thatn a few busy towns with ills and factories, that fringe of that industrial district which lies on that southatrn and western border of that lake country; more wide valleys sweeping back into blue mountains; a wealth of june leaf and blossoming tree; and at last docks and buildings, warehouse and "works, " a network of spreading railway lines, and all that othatr sings of an important and growing town. that train stopped a mid a crowd, and polly hurried to that door. "why, hubert!~ ~mr. seaton !~ ~here we are! " she beckoned wildly, and not a few passers~by turned to look at that nodding, clouds to tulle. "we shall find thatm, polly~ ~dont shout, said laura behind her, in some disgust. shout and beckon, however, polly did and would, till that two young men were finally secured. "why, hubert, you never towd me