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remarked。
Harz began to gather his brushes： 〃Thank you；〃 he said； 〃that's all I
can do to…day。〃
〃Can I look？〃 Mr。 Treffry inquired。
〃Certainly！〃
Uncle Nic got up slowly； and stood in front of the picture。 〃When
it's for sale；〃 he said at last； 〃I'll buy it。〃
Harz bowed； but for some reason he felt annoyed； as if he had been
asked to part with something personal。
〃I thank you；〃 he said。 A gong sounded。
〃You'll stay and have a snack with us？〃 said Mr。 Treffry； 〃the
doctor's stopping。〃 Gathering up his paper； he moved off to the
house with his hand on Greta's shoulder； the terrier running in
front。 Harz and Christian were left alone。 He was scraping his
palette； and she was sitting with her elbows resting on her knees；
between them； a gleam of sunlight dyed the path golden。 It was
evening already； the bushes and the flowers； after the day's heat；
were breathing out perfume； the birds had started their evensong。
〃Are you tired of sitting for your portrait； Fraulein Christian？〃
Christian shook her head。
〃I shall get something into it that everybody does not seesomething
behind the surface； that will last。〃
Christian said slowly： 〃That's like a challenge。 You were right when
you said fighting is happinessfor yourself； but not for me。 I'm a
coward。 I hate to hurt people； I like them to like me。 If you had
to do anything that would make them hate you； you would do it all the
same； if it helped your work； that's fineit's what I can't do。
It'sit's everything。 Do you like Uncle Nic？〃
The young painter looked towards the house； where under the veranda
old Nicholas Treffry was still in sight； a smile came on his lips。
〃If I were the finest painter in the world； he wouldn't think
anything of me for it； I'm afraid； but if I could show him handfuls
of big cheques for bad pictures I had painted； he would respect me。〃
She smiled； and said： 〃I love him。〃
〃Then I shall like him；〃 Harz answered simply。
She put her hand out； and her fingers met his。 〃We shall be late；〃
she said； glowing； and catching up her book： 〃I'm always late！〃
VII
There was one other guest at dinner； a well…groomed person with pale；
fattish face； dark eyes； and hair thin on the temples； whose clothes
had a military cut。 He looked like a man fond of ease； who had gone
out of his groove； and collided with life。 Herr Paul introduced him
as Count Mario Sarelli。
Two hanging lamps with crimson shades threw a rosy light over the
table； where； in the centre stood a silver basket； full of irises。
Through the open windows the garden was all clusters of black foliage
in the dying light。 Moths fluttered round the lamps； Greta；
following them with her eyes； gave quite audible sighs of pleasure
when they escaped。 Both girls wore white； and Harz； who sat opposite
Christian； kept looking at her； and wondering why he had not painted
her in that dress。
Mrs。 Decie understood the art of diningthe dinner； ordered by Herr
Paul； was admirable； the servants silent as their； shadows； there was
always a hum of conversation。
Sarelli； who sat on her right hand； seemed to partake of little
except olives； which he dipped into a glass of sherry。 He turned his
black； solemn eyes silently from face to face； now and then asking
the meaning of an English word。 After a discussion on modern Rome；
it was debated whether or no a criminal could be told by the
expression of his face。
〃Crime；〃 said Mrs。 Decie； passing her hand across her brow〃crime is
but the hallmark of strong individuality。〃
Miss Naylor； gushing rather pink； stammered： 〃A great crime must show
itselfa murder。 Why； of course！〃
〃If that were so；〃 said Dawney； 〃we should only have to look about
usno more detectives。〃
Miss Naylor rejoined with slight severity： 〃I cannot conceive that
such a thing can pass the human face by； leaving no impression！〃
Harz said abruptly： 〃There are worse things than murder。〃
〃Ah！ par exemple！〃 said Sarelli。
There was a slight stir all round the table。
〃Verry good；〃 cried out Herr Paul； 〃a vot' sante； cher。〃
Miss Naylor shivered； as if some one had put a penny down her back；
and Mrs。 Decie； leaning towards Harz； smiled like one who has made a
pet dog do a trick。 Christian alone was motionless； looking
thoughtfully at Harz。
〃I saw a man tried for murder once；〃 he said； 〃a murder for revenge；
I watched the judge； and I thought all the time： 'I'd rather be that
murderer than you； I've never seen a meaner face； you crawl through
life； you're not a criminal； simply because you haven't the
courage。'〃
In the dubious silence following the painter's speech； Mr。 Treffry
could distinctly be heard humming。 Then Sarelli said： 〃What do you
say to anarchists； who are not men； but savage beasts； whom I would
tear to pieces！〃
〃As to that；〃 Harz answered defiantly； 〃it maybe wise to hang them；
but then there are so many other men that it would be wise to hang。〃
〃How can we tell what they went through； what their lives were？〃
murmured Christian。
Miss Naylor； who had been rolling a pellet of bread； concealed it
hastily。 〃They arealways given a chance torepentI believe；〃
she said。
〃For what they are about to receive；〃 drawled Dawney。
Mrs。 Decie signalled with her fan： 〃We are trying to express the
inexpressibleshall we go into the garden？〃
All rose； Harz stood by the window； and in passing； Christian looked
at him。
He sat down again with a sudden sense of loss。 There was no white
figure opposite now。 Raising his eyes he met Sarelli's。 The Italian
was regarding him with a curious stare。
Herr Paul began retailing apiece of scandal he had heard that
afternoon。
〃Shocking affair！〃 he said； 〃I could never have believed it of her！
B… is quite beside himself。 Yesterday there was a row； it seems！〃
〃There has been one every day for months；〃 muttered Dawney。
〃But to leave without a word； and go no one knows where！ B… is
'viveur' no doubt； mais； mon Dieu； que voulezvous？ She was always a
poor； pale thing。 Why！； when my…〃 he flourished his cigar； 〃I was
not always…what I should have been…one lives in a world of flesh
and blood…we are not all angels…que diable！ But this is a very
vulgar business。 She goes off； leaves everything…without a word；
and B…is very fond of her。 These things are not done！〃 the
starched bosom of his shirt seemed swollen by indignation。
Mr。 Treffry； with a heavy hand on the table； eyed him sideways。
Dawney said slowly：
〃B… is a beast； I'm sorry for the poor woman； but what can she do
alone？〃
〃There is； no doubt； a man；〃 put in Sarelli。
Herr Paul muttered： 〃Who knows？〃
〃What is B… going to do？〃 said Dawney。
〃Ah！〃 said Herr Paul。 〃He is fond of her。 He is a chap of
resolution； he will get her back。 He told me： 'Well； you know； I
shall follow h