who calculate
in love; so she gave him her hand at once. That went to his heart; and
he put his arm round her, till he could feel the emotion under those
stays that would not be drawn any closer. In this nest beneath the
ash-tree they sat till they heard the organ wheeze and the furious sound
of the last hymn, and saw the brisk coming-forth with its air of, 'Thank
God! And now, to eat!' till at last there was no stir again about the
little church--no stir at all save that of nature's ceaseless
thanksgiving. . . .

Tod, his brown face still rueful, had followed those two out into the
air, and Sheila had gone quickly after him. Thus left alone with his
sister-in-law, Felix said gravely:

"If you don't want the boy to get into real trouble, do all you can to
show him that the last way in the world to help these poor fellows is to
let them fall foul of the law. It's madness to light flames you can't
put out. What happened this morning? Did the man resist?"

Her face still showed how bitter had been her mortification, and he was
astonished that she kept her voice so level and emotionless.

"No. He went with them quite quietly. The back door was open; he could
have walked out. I did not advise him to. I'm glad no one saw his face
except myself. You see," she added, "he's devoted to Derek, and Derek
knows it; that's why he feels it so, and will feel it more and more. The
boy has a great sense of honour, Felix."

Under that tranquillity Felix caught the pain and yearning in her voice.
Yes! This woman really felt and saw. She was not one of those who make
disturbance with their brains and powers of criticism; rebellion leaped
out from the heat in her heart. But he said:

"Is it right to fan this flame? Do you think any good end is being
served?" Waiting for her answer, he found himself gazing at the ghost of
dark down on her upper lip, wondering that he had never noticed it
before.

Very low, as if to herself, she said:

"I would kill myself to-day if I didn't believe that tyranny and
injustice must end."

"In our time?"

"Perhaps not."

"Are you content to go on working for an Utopia that you will never see?"

"While our laborers are treated and housed more like dogs than human
beings, while the best life under the sun--because life on the soil might
be the best life--is despised and starved, and made the plaything of
people's tongues, neither I nor mine are going to rest."

The admiration sh