ared, she had been nothing but a background to his
work. Now that was over and she would sacrifice herself no longer.

Oh yes, and she would tell him the rest too--that she was fond of him,
would always be; admired him for his strength as much as she despised
the flabby Mr. Alison of whom he had been jealous; that she would try
to make him happy, comfortable and happy, not neglect the house; and
they would be proud of each other's work, and even if she was not a
success, her little earnings would all help to pay those horrid bills.

And if this did not satisfy him, if he could not live like that--well,
then, there was what Ruth had said....

When he had heard the truth, the choice should lie with him! He might
choose then between the sister and the author-wife. But they must have
the truth. She would not sacrifice poor Ruth to him again. He had
been spared enough already. The truth would make him happier. What
could a man so selfish know of happiness?

Poor Ruth, contented with her mission, laying on her bed a dress that
would astonish Hubert by contrast with the prim grey horrors of old
time, little guessed how too thoroughly she had let in the light to
Helena's young eyes!

Helena released the key and moved with firm resolve into the hall. She
dared not stop to think. She strode across the narrow carpet and
boldly turned the handle of his sacred room at this forbidden hour.
She did not even knock.

There is much courage in a symbol.

CHAPTER XXIX

HELENA BRETT'S CAREER

Helena stood at the door, as on the day when she had lost her watch;
and now again each detail stamped itself instantly upon her brain.

But this time Hubert was not working.

He sat at his desk, his hands stretched forward to hold open a paper
laid before him. Helena even observed the wrapper from which it had
come, rolled up quite tight beside the blotting-pad. She saw Hubert's
air of rapt attention and noticed that he had not heard her enter. She
saw two letters unopened on the table, and she thought how like him it
was to open first a paper almost certainly sent him because it had some
mention of himself. Yes, she could see now the blue pencil marks
beside the paragraphs that he was reading. And they were exclamation
marks....

Then, last of all, she recognised the paper.

It was _People And Paragraphs_--and he was reading that comment on the
Hubert Bretts! She had destroyed the cutting; never thought of his
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