nt voir vrai est extraordinairement
petit. Ce qui domineles hommes, c'est la peur de la verite, a moins
que la verite ne leur soit utile.--AMIEL.

Lady Newhaven insisted on attending the funeral, a little boy in either
hand. Rachel had implored that she would spare the children, knowing how
annoyed their father would have been, but Lady Newhaven was obdurate.

"No," she said. "He may not have cared much about them, but that is no
reason why they should forget he is their father."

So Teddy and Pauly stared with round eyes at the crowd, and at the
coffin, and the wealth of flowers, and the deep grave in which their old
friend and play-fellow was laid. Perhaps they did not understand. They
did not cry.

"They are like their father. They have not much heart," Lady Newhaven
said to Rachel.

Dick, who was at the funeral, looked at them, winking his hawk eyes a
little, and afterwards he came back boldly to the silent house, and
obtained leave to take them away for the afternoon. He brought them back
towards bed-time, with a dancing doll he had made for them, and a man's
face cut out of cork. They met Rachel and the governess in the garden on
their return, and flew to them with their trophies.

Dick waited a moment after the others had gone in.

"It seems hard on him to have left it all," he said. "His wife and the
little chaps, and his nice home and everything."

Rachel could say nothing.

"He was very fond of the boys," he went on. "He would have done anything
for them."

"He did what he could," said Rachel, almost inaudibly, and then added:
"He was very fond of you."

"He was a good friend," said Dick, his crooked mouth twitching a little,
"and a good enemy. That was why I liked him. He was hard to make a
friend of or an enemy, but when he once did either he never let go."

Rachel shivered. The frost was settling white upon the grass.

"I must go in," she said, holding out her hand.

"Are you staying much longer?" said Dick, keeping it in his.

"I leave to-morrow morning very early."

"You will be in London, perhaps."

"I think so for the present."

"May I come and see you?"

The expression of Dick's eyes was unmistakable. In the dusk he seemed
all eyes and hands.

"Dear Mr. Dick, it's no use."

"I like plain speaking," said Dick. "I can't think why it's considered
such a luxury. You are quite right to say that, and I should be quite
wrong if I did not say that I mean to keep on till y