given him.
"Hamlet," "Amateur," "Invertebrate." They gave him, unfortunately, little
comfort.
In the afternoon he received a visit. Mr. Stone came in with his osier
fruit-bag in his hand. He remained standing, and spoke at once.
"Is my daughter happy?"
At this unexpected question Hilary walked over to the fireplace.
"No," he said at last; "I am afraid she is not."
"Why?"
Hilary was silent; then, facing the old man, he said:
"I think she will be glad, for certain reasons, if I go away for a time."
"When are you going?" asked Mr. Stone.
"As soon as I can."
Mr. Stone's eyes, wistfully bright, seemed trying to see through heavy
fog.
"She came to me, I think," he said; "I seem to recollect her crying. You
are good to her?"
"I have tried to be," said Hilary.
Mr. Stone's face was discoloured by a flush. "You have no children," he
said painfully; "do you live together?"
Hilary shook his head.
"You are estranged?" said Mr. Stone.
Hilary bowed. There was a long silence. Mr. Stone's eyes had travelled
to the window.
"Without love there cannot be life," he said at last; and fixing his
wistful gaze on Hilary, asked: "Does she love another?"
Again Hilary shook his head.
When Mr. Stone next spoke it was clearly to himself.
"I do not know why I am glad. Do you love another?"
At this question Hilary's eyebrows settled in a frown. "What do you mean
by love?" he said.
Mr. Stone did not reply; it was evident that he was reflecting deeply.
His lips began to move: "By love I mean the forgetfulness of self.
Unions are frequent in which only the sexual instincts, or the
remembrance of self, are roused---"
"That is true," muttered Hilary.
Mr. Stone looked up; painful traces of confusion showed in his face.
"We were discussing something."
"I was telling you," said Hilary, "that it would be better for your
daughter--if I go away for a time."
"Yes," said Mr. Stone; "you are estranged."
Hilary went back to his stand before the empty fireplace.
"There is one thing, sir," he said, "on my conscience to say before I go,
and I must leave it to you to decide. The little girl who comes to you
no longer lives where she used to live."
"In that street...." said Mr. Stone.
Hilary went on quickly. "She was obliged to leave because the husband of
the woman with whom she used to lodge became infatuated with her. He has
been in prison, and comes out tomorrow. If she continues
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