as regarded that
subject, made no reply to this, and began to talk about the pictures.

Lily, leaning on her cousin's arm, was out in the courtyard in front
of the house before Mrs. Thorne and Siph Dunn. It was but for a
minute, but still there was a minute in which Bernard felt that he
ought to say a word to her.

"I hope you are not angry with me, Lily, for having spoken."

"I wish, of course, that you had not spoken; but I am not angry. I
have no right to be angry. I made the misfortune for myself. Do not
say anything more about it, dear Bernard;--that is all."

They had walked to the picture-gallery; but, by agreement, two
carriages had come to take them away,--Mrs. Thorne's and Mrs. Harold
Smith's. Mrs. Thorne easily managed to send Emily Dunstable and
Bernard away with her friend, and to tell Siph Dunn that he must
manage for himself. In this way it was contrived that no one but Mrs
Thorne should be with Lily Dale.

"My dear," said Mrs. Thorne, "it seemed to me that you were a little
put out, and so I thought it best to send them all away."

"It was very kind."

"He ought to have passed on and not to have stood an instant when he
saw you," said Mrs. Thorne, with indignation. "There are moments when
it is a man's duty simply to vanish, to melt into the air, or to sink
into the ground,--in which he is bound to overcome the difficulties
of such sudden self-removal, or must ever after be accounted poor and
mean."

"I did not want him to vanish;--if only he had not spoken to me."

"He should have vanished. A man is sometimes bound in honour to do
so, even when he himself has done nothing wrong;--when the sin has
been all with the woman. Her femininity has still a right to expect
that so much shall be done in its behalf. But when the sin has been
all his own, as it was in this case,--and such damning sin too,--"

"Pray do not go on, Mrs. Thorne."

"He ought to go out and hang himself simply for having allowed
himself to be seen. I thought Bernard behaved very well, and I shall
tell him so."

"I wish you could manage to forget it all, and say no word more about
it."

"I won't trouble you with it, my dear; I will promise you that. But,
Lily, I can hardly understand you. This man who must have been and
must ever be a brute,--"

"Mrs. Thorne, you promised me this instant that you would not talk of
him."

"After this I will not; but you must let me have my way now for one
moment. I have so often longed