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ontact with the well…to…do。 He brooded on his own love； and his own unhappiness； and his own father's cruelty。 His nights were sleepless and his days leaden。 He tried hard to read for his first class； but for once even ambition failed： it ended in flinging books away in despair。 He wandered about dreaming and moping for some change； and bitterly regretting his excessive delicacy； which had tied his own hands and brought him to a stand…still。 He lost his colour and what little flesh he had to lose； for such young spirits as this are never plump。 In a word； being now strait…jacketed into feminine inactivity； while void of feminine patience； his ardent heart was pining and fretting itself out。 He was in this condition； when one day Peterson； his Oxonian friend； burst in on him open…mouthed with delight； and； as usual with bright spirits of this calibre； did not even notice his friend's sadness。 〃Cupid had clapped him on the shoulder；〃 as Shakespeare hath it； and it was a deal nicer than the bum…bailiff rheumatism。
〃Oh； such a divine creature！ Met her twice； you know her by sight； her name is Dodd。 But I don't care； it shall be Peterson； the rose by any other name； &c。〃 Then followed a rapturous description of the lady's person； well worth omitting。 〃And such a jolly girl！ brightens them all up wherever she goes； and such a dancer； did the cachouka with a little Spanish bloke Bosanquet has got hold of； and made his black bolus eyes twinkle like midnight cigars： danced it with castanets； and smiles； and such a what d'ye call 'em； my boy； you know； such a 'go。'〃
〃You mean such an 'abandon；'〃 groaned Alfred； turning sick at heart。
〃That's the word。 Twice the spirit of Duvernay； and ten times the beauty。 But just you hear her sing； that is all； Italian； French； German； English even。〃
〃Plaintive songs？〃
〃Oh； whatever they ask for。 Make you laugh or make you cry to order； never says no。 Just smiles and sits down to the music…box。 Only she won't sing two running： they have to stick a duffer in between。 I shall meet her again next week； will you come？ Any friend of mine is welcome。 Wish me joy； old fellow； I'm a gone coon。〃
This news put Alfred in a phrensy of indignation and fear。 Julia dancing the cachouka！ Julia a jolly girl！ Julia singing songs pathetic or merry； whichever were asked for！ The heartless one！ He called to mind all he had read in the classics； and elsewhere； about the fickleness of woman。 But this impression did not last long； he recalled Julia's character； and all the signs of a love tender and true she had given him。 He read her by himself； and； lover…like； laid all the blame on another。 It was all her cold…blooded mother。 〃Fool that I have been。 I see it all now。 She appeals to my delicacy to keep away； then she goes to Julia and says； 'See； he deserts you at a word from his father。 Be proud； be gay！ He never loved you； marry another。' The shallow plotter forgets that whoever she does marry I'll kill。 How many unsuspicious girls have these double…faced mothers deluded so？ They do it in half the novels； especially in those written by women； and why？ because these know the perfidy and mendacity of their sex better than we do； they see them nearer； and with their souls undrest。 War； Mrs。 Dodd！ war to the death！ From this moment I am alone in the world with her。 I have no friend but Alfred Hardie： and my bitterest enemies are my cold…blooded father and her cold…blooded mother。〃
The above sentences； of course； were never uttered。 But they represent his thoughts accurately； though in a condensed form； and are； as it were； a miniature of this young heart boiling over。
From that moment he lay in wait for her； and hovered about the house day and night； determined to appeal to her personally； and undeceive her； and baffle her mother's treachery。 But at this game he was soon detected： Mrs。 Dodd lived on the watch now。 Julia； dressed to go out； went to the window one afternoon to look at the weather； but retreated somewhat hastily and sat down on the sofa。
〃You flutter； darling；〃 said Mrs。 Dodd。 〃Ah！ he is there。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You had better take off your things。〃
〃Oh； yes。 I tremble at the thoughts of meeting him。 Mamma； he is changed； sadly changed。 Poor； poor Alfred！〃 She went to her own room and prayed for him。 She informed the Omniscient that； though much greater and better in other respects than she was； he had not Patience。 She prayed； with tears； that he might have Christian patience granted Him from on high。
〃Heart of stone！ she shuns me；〃 said Alfred； outside。 He had seen her in her bonnet。
Mrs。 Dodd waited several days to see whether this annoyance would not die of itself： waiting was her plan in most things。 Finding he was not to be tired out； she sent Sarah out to him with a note carefully sealed。
〃Mr。 Alfred Hardie；Is it generous to confine my daughter to the house？Yours regretfully；
LUCY DODD。〃
A line came back instantly in pencil。
〃Mrs。 Dodd；Is all the generosity and all the good faith to be on one side？Yours in despair；
ALFRED HARDIE。〃
Mrs。 Dodd coloured faintly： the reproach pricked her； but did not move her。 She sat quietly down that moment； and wrote to a friend in London； to look out for a furnished villa in a healthy part of the suburbs； with immediate possession。 〃Circumstances；〃 said she； 〃making it desirable we should leave Barkington immediately； and for some months。〃
The Bosanquets gave a large party； Mrs。 and Miss Dodd were there。 The latter was playing a part in a charade to the admiration of all present； when in came Mr。 Peterson； introducing his friend； Alfred Hardie。
Julia caught the name； and turned a look of alarm on her mother； but went on acting。
Presently she caught sight of him at some distance。 He looked very pale； and his glittering eye was fixed on her with a sort of stern wonder。
Such a glance from fiery eyes； that had always dwelt tenderly on her till then； struck her like a weapon。 She stopped short； and turned red and pale by turns。 〃There； that is nonsense enough；〃 said she bitterly； and went and sat by Mrs。 Dodd。 The gentlemen thronged round her with compliments； and begged her to sing。 She excused herself。 Presently she heard an excited voice； towards which she dared not look； it was inquiring whether any lady could sing Aileen Aroon。 With every desire to gratify the young millionaire； nobody knew Aileen Aroon； nor had ever heard of it。
〃Oh； impossible！〃 cried Alfred。 〃Why； it is in praise of Constancy； a virtue ladies shine in： at least； they take credit for it。〃
〃Mamma；〃 whispered Julia terrified； 〃get me away； or there will be a scene。 He is reckless。〃
〃Be calm； love；〃 said Mrs。 Dodd； 〃there shall be none。〃 She rose and glided up to Alfred Hardie； looked coldly in his face； then said with external politeness and veiled contempt； 〃I will attempt the song； sir； since you desire it。〃 She waved her hand； and he followed her sulkily to the piano。 She sung Aileen Aroon； not with her daughter's eloquence； but with a purity and mellowness that charmed the room： they had never heard the genius sing it。
As spirits are said to overcome the man at whose behest they rise； so this sweet air； and the gush of re