not easily ruined,"
returned Derrick a trifle hotly. "As to being rash or enthusiastic, I am
neither the one nor the other. It is not enthusiasm which moves me, it
is a familiarity with stern realities."

When he left the room his fate had been decided. At the end of the week
he would have no further occupation in Riggan. He had only two more
days' work before him and he had gained the unenviable reputation of
being a fire-and-tow young fellow, who was flighty enough to make a
martyr of himself.

Under the first street-lamp he met Grace, who was evidently making his
way home.

"I will go with you," he said, taking his arm.

Once within the walls of the pleasant little room, he found it easy to
unbosom himself. He described his interview with his employers, and its
termination.

"A few months ago, I flattered myself that my prospects were improving,"
he said; "but now it seems that I must begin again, which is not an easy
matter, by the way."

By the time he ended he found his temporary excitement abating somewhat,
but still his mood was by no means undisturbed.

It was after they had finished tea and the armchairs had been drawn to
the fire that Grace himself made a revelation.

"When you met me to-night, I was returning from a visit I had paid to
Joan Lowrie."

"At Thwaite's?" said Derrick.

"At Thwaite's. She--the fact is I went on business--she has determined
to change her plan of life."

"In what manner?"

"She is to work no more at the mines. I am happy to say that I have been
able to find her other employment."

There was an interval of silence, at length broken by Derrick.

"Grace," he said, "can you tell me why she decided upon such a course?"

Grace looked at him with questioning surprise.

"I can tell you what she said to me on the subject," he replied. "She
said it was no woman's work, and she was tired of it."

"She is not the woman to do anything without a motive," mused Derrick.

"No," returned the Curate.

A moment later, as if by one impulse, their eyes met. Grace started as
if he had been stung. Derrick simply flushed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I--I do not think I understand," Grace faltered. "Surely I am
blundering."

"No," said Derrick, gloomily. "You cannot blunder since you know the
truth. You did not fancy that my feeling was so trivial that I could
have conquered it so soon? Joan Lowrie----"

"Joan Lowrie!"

Grace's voice had broken in upon him with a startled so