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the body she had just joined； with who； in the eyes of her old friends； she should be identified！ Oh； for the dear old book…lined study at home！ For one moment with her father！ One word from a being who loved and trusted her！ Tears started to her eyes； but the recollection that even home was no longer a place of refuge checked them。 There would be Aunt Jean's wearing remonstrances and sarcastic remarks； there would be Mr。 Masterman's patronizing contempt； and Tom's studious avoidance of the matters she had most at heart。 Was it worse to be treated as a well…meaning idiot； or as an outcast and semi…heretic？ Never till now had she so thoroughly realized her isolation； and she felt so bruised and buffeted and weary that the realization at that particular time was doubly trying。
Isolation is perhaps the greatest of all trials to a sensitive and warm…hearted nature； and nothing but the truest and deepest love for the whole race can possibly keep an isolated person from growing bitter。 Erica knew this； had known it ever since Brian had brought her the message from her mother； 〃It is only love that can keep from bitterness。〃 All through these years she had been struggling hard； and though there had been constant temptations； though the harshness of the bigoted； the insults offered to her father in the name of religion； the countless slights and slanders had tried her to the utmost； she had still struggled upward； and in spite of all had grown in love。 But now； for the first time； she found herself completely isolated。 The injustice； the hardness of it proved too much for her。 She forgot that those who would be peace…makers reconcilers； must be content to receive the treatment which the Prince of Peace received； she forgot that these rich； contemptuous people were her brothers and sisters； and that their hard judgment did not and could not alter their relationship； she forgot all in a burning indignation； in an angry revolt against the injustice of the world。
She would study these people； she would note all their little weaknesses and foibles。 Mr。 Bircham had given her carte blanche for these three weeks； she would write him a deliciously sarcastic article on modern society。 The idea fixed her imagination； she laughed to herself at the thought； for； however sad the fact； it is nevertheless true that to ordinary mortals 〃revenge is sweet。〃 Had she given herself time to think out matters calmly； she would have seen that boh Christianity and the rules of art were opposed to her idea。 It is true that Michael Angelo and other painters used to revenge themselves on the cardinals or enemies they most hated by painting them in the guise of devils； but both they and their art suffered by such a concession to an animal passion。 And Erica fell grievously that evening。 This is one of the evils of social ostracism。 It is unjust； unnatural； and selfish。 To preserve what it considers the dignity of society； it drives human beings into an unnatural position； it fosters the very evils which it denounces。 And society is grossly unfair。 A word； a breath； a false libel in a newspaper is quite sufficient。 It will never trouble itself to inquire minutely into the truth； but will pronounce its hasty judgment； and then ostracize。
Erica began to listen attentively to the conversation； and it must be owned that it was not very edifying。 Then she studied the faces and manners of her companions； and； being almost in the middle of the table； she had a pretty good view。 Every creature she studied maliciously； keenly； sarcastically； until she came to the end of the table； and there a most beautiful face brought her back to herself for a minute with a sort of shock。 Where had she seen it before？ A strong； manly face of the Roman type； clean…shaven； save for a very slight mustache； which did not conceal the firm yet sensitive mouth； dark eyes； which even as she wondered met hers fully for an instant； and gave her a strange feeling of protection。 She knew that at least one person in the room did not shudder at the idea of sitting at table with Luke Raeburn's daughter。
Better thoughts returned to her； she grew a little ashamed of her malice； and began to wonder who that ideal man could be。 Apparently he was one of the distinguished guests； for he had taken down Lady Caroline herself。 Erica was just too far off to hear what he said； and in another moment she was suddenly recalled to Mr。 Cuthbert。 He was talking to the old gentleman on her left hand； who had been silently surveying her at intervals as though he fancied she could not be quite human。
〃Have you been following this Kellner trial？〃 asked Mr。 Cuthbert。 〃Disgraceful affair； isn't it？〃
Then followed references to Eric Haeberlein； and veiled hints about his London friends and associates more dangerous to the country than say foreigners； 〃traitors； heady； high…minded；〃 etc。； etc。 Such evil…doers always managed to keep within the letter of the law； but； for his part； he thought they deserved to be shut up； more than most of those who get penal servitude for life。
Erica's wrath blazed up again。 Of course the veiled hints were intended to refer to her father； and the cruelty and insolence of the speaker who knew that she understood his allusions scattered all her better thoughts。 It required a strong effort of will to keep her anger and distress from becoming plainly visible。 Her unwillingness to give Mr。 Cuthbert such a gratification could not have strengthened her sufficiently； but love and loyalty to her father and Eric Haeberlein had carried her through worse ordeals than this。
She showed no trace of embarrassment； but moved a very little further back in her chair； implying by a sort of quiet dignity of manner； that she thought Mr。 Cuthbert exceedingly ill…mannered to talk across her。
Feeling that his malicious endeavor had entirely failed； and stung by her dignified disapproval； Mr。 Cuthbert struck out vindictively。 Breaking the silence he had maintained toward her； he suddenly flashed round upon her with a question。
〃I suppose you are intimately acquainted with Eric Haeberlein？〃
He tried to make his tone casual and seemingly courteous； but failed。
〃What makes you suppose that？〃 asked Erica； in a cool； quiet voice。
Her perfect self…control； and her exceedingly embarrassing counter…question； quite took him aback。 At that very minute； too； there was the pause； and the slight movement； and the glance from Lady Caroline which reminded him that he was the only clergyman present； and had to return thanks。 He bent forward； and went through the usual form of 〃For what we have received；〃 though all the time he was thinking of the 〃counter…check quarrelsome〃 he had received from his next…door neighbor。 When he raised his head again he found her awaiting his answer； her clear； steady eyes quietly fixed on his face with a look which was at once sad； indignant； and questioning。
His question had been an insulting one。 He had meant it to prick and sting； but it is one thing to be indirectly rude； and another to give the 〃lie direct。〃 Her quiet return question； her dignity； made it impossible for him to insult her openly。 He was at her mercy。 He