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and went out of his cheap lodging…house without breakfast。 There was a queer change in hima sudden lofty independencea sudden loathing of himself。 He knew now that it was not in him to do good work in the world； but at least he would pay his own way。 He had been a mass of vanity and now he was so mean in his own eyes that he shrank from the passers…by。 Perhaps the long strain had damaged the gray matter of the brain； or some nervous centreI do not know what change a physician would have found in him； but the man was changed。
A clerk was needed in a provision shop on Green Street。 George placed himself in the line of dirty； squalid applicants。 The day was hot； the air of the shop was foul with the smells of rotting meat and vegetables。 He felt himself stagger against a stall。 He seemed to be asleep； but he heard the butchers laughing。 They called him a drunken tramp； and then he was hurled out on the muddy pavement。
〃Too much whiskey for this time o' day！〃 a policeman said； hauling him to his feet。
〃Move along； young man！〃
Whiskey？ That was what he wanted。 He turned into a shop and bought a dram with his last pennies。 It made him comfortable for a few hours； then he began to cry and swear。 George Waldeaux had never been drunk in his life。 The ascetic； stainless priest in him stood off and looked at this dog of the gutter with his obscene talk； and then came defeat of soul and body。
〃I give up！〃 he said quietly。 〃I'll never try again。〃
He wandered unconsciously to the ferry and； having his yearly book of tickets in his pocket； took the train for home from force of habit。 He left the cars at a station several miles from Weir； and wandered across the country。 Just at sundown； covered with mud and weak from hunger and drunkenness； he crossed the lawn before Lucy's house and； looking up； saw her。
He had stumbled into a world of peace and purity！ A soft splendor filled the sky and the bay and the green slopes； with their clumps of mighty forest trees。 The air was full of the scents of flowers and the good…night song of happy birds。 And in the midst of it all； lady of the great domain； under her climbing rose vines； sat the young； fair woman； clad in some fleecy white garments； her head bent； her blue eyes fixed on the distancewaiting。
George stopped； sobered by a sudden wrench of his heart。 There was the world to which he belongedthere！ His keen eye noted every delicate detail of her beauty and of her dress。 He was of her sort； her kindhe； kicked into the gutter from that foul shop as a tramp！
This is what I have lost！ his soul cried to him。
He had not as yet recognized Lucy。 But now she saw him； and with a little inarticulate cry like that of a bird； she flew down the steps。 〃Ah！ It is you！〃 she said。 〃I thought you would come to welcome me some time！〃
Her voice was like a soft breath； her airy draperies blew against him。 It was as if a wonderful； beautiful dream were folding him inand in。
He drew back。 〃I am not fit； Miss Dunbar。 I did not know you were here。 Whylook at me！〃
〃Oh！ You are ill！ You have had an accident！〃 she cried。 She had laid her little white fingers on his hand and now； feeling it burn and tremble at her touch； she caught it in both of her own and drew him into the house。
〃Mr。 Waldeaux；〃 she said to a servant who appeared； 〃has had a fall。 Bring him water and towels。 Take care of him； Stephen。〃 She spoke quietly； but her voice trembled with fright。
The man led George to an inner room。
〃Were you thrown； sir？〃 he asked sympathetically。
George hesitated。 〃Yes； I was thrown；〃 he said grimly。
He made himself clean in angry haste； taking the whisk from the man and brushing off the dry mud with a vicious fury。
Lucy came to meet him； with a pale； anxious smile。 〃You must not go without a cup of hot coffee；〃 she said； leading him to a lounge in the hall。 It was very sweet to be treated like a sick man！
〃And God knows I am sick； body and soul！〃 he thought； sinking down。
Beside the lounge was a little table with one cover。 He noted with keen pleasure the delicate napery； the silver candlesticks； the bowl of roses； with which the substantial meal was set out。 Lucy waited on him with the quick intelligence of a trained nurse。 She scarcely spoke； yet her every motion； as she served him； seemed a caress。 When he had finished he began to stammer out his thanks。
〃No；〃 she said； rising decisively。 〃You are too weak to talk to me to…night； Mr。 Waldeaux。 The coupe is at the door。 John will drive you home。 You need sleep now。〃
As he sank down into the luxurious cushions and drove away through the twilight； he saw the little white figure in the door； and the grave wistful face looking after him。
〃Did she suspect！〃 he suddenly cried； starting up。
But George Waldeaux never knew how much Lucy suspected that night。
Meanwhile Mrs。 Waldeaux's mare had jogged on leisurely； dragging her mistress and Miss Vance home through the shady country lanes。
〃Phebe is old；〃 apologized Frances。 〃She really is a retired car horse。〃
〃You used to take pride in your horses； Frances？〃
〃Yes。〃 Mrs。 Waldeaux added after a pause。 〃My income is small。 Of course George soon will be coining money； but just now The peach crop failed this year too。 And I save every dollar for Jack's education。〃
〃But what of the jokes for the New York paper？ They were profitable。〃
〃Oh； I gave them up long ago。〃 She glanced around cautiously。 〃Never speak of that； Clara。 I would not have George know for the world； I never would hold up my head if he knew that I was ‘Quigg。'〃
Miss Vance gave a contemptuous sniff； but Mrs。 Waldeaux went on eagerly； 〃I have a plan！ You know that swampy tract of ours near Lewes？ When I have enough money I'll drain it and lay out a summer resorthotelscottages。 I'll develop it as I sell the lots。 Oh； Jack shall have his millions yet to do great work in the world！〃 her eyes sparkling。 〃Though perhaps he may choose to strip himself of everything to give to the poor； like Francis d'Assisi！ That would be best of all。 It's not unlikely。 He is the most generous boy！〃
〃Stuff！〃 said Miss Vance。 〃St。 Francis； indeed！ I observe； by the way； that he crosses himself after his meals。 Are you making a Romanist of the child？ And you speak French to him； too？〃
Mrs。 Waldeaux's color rose。 〃His mother was French and Catholic；〃 she said。 〃I will not have Lisa forgotten。〃
They went on in silence。 Miss Vance was lost in thought。 Was George Waldeaux equally eager to keep his wife's memory alive？ Now that the conceit had been beaten out of him； he would not make a bad husband。 And her child Lucy had alwaysesteemed him highly。
CHAPTER XVIII
The next day was Sunday。 George jumped out of bed with the dawn。 He whistled and sang scraps of songs as he took his bath。 The sun shone。 What a full； happy world it was； anyhow！ And he had given up the game last night？ Why； life was just beginning for him！ He was nothing but a boynot yet thirty。 He would make a big success soon； and then try to winto win He stopped； breathless； looking into the distance； and his eyes slowly grew wet with passion and l