one far beyond the mountains; and a
scene which we have witnessed as it took place that evening in the Via
de' Bardi may help to explain the impulse which turned his steps towards
the hill of San Giorgio.

When Tito had first found this home for Tessa, on his return from Rome,
more than a year and a half ago, he had acted, he persuaded himself,
simply under the constraint imposed on him by his own kindliness after
the unlucky incident which had made foolish little Tessa imagine him to
be her husband. It was true that the kindness was manifested towards a
pretty trusting thing whom it was impossible to be near without feeling
inclined to caress and pet her; but it was not less true that Tito had
movements of kindness towards her apart from any contemplated gain to
himself. Otherwise, charming as her prettiness and prattle were in a
lazy moment, he might have preferred to be free from her; for he was not
in love with Tessa--he was in love for the first time in his life with
an entirely different woman, whom he was not simply inclined to shower
caresses on, but whose presence possessed him so that the simple sweep
of her long tresses across his cheek seemed to vibrato through the
hours. All the young ideal passion he had in him had been stirred by
Romola, and his fibre was too fine, his intellect too bright, for him to
be tempted into the habits of a gross pleasure-seeker. But he had spun
a web about himself and Tessa, which he felt incapable of breaking: in
the first moments after the mimic marriage he had been prompted to leave
her under an illusion by a distinct calculation of his own possible
need, but since that critical moment it seemed to him that the web had
gone on spinning itself in spite of him, like a growth over which he had
no power. The elements of kindness and self-indulgence are hard to
distinguish in a soft nature like Tito's; and the annoyance he had felt
under Tessa's pursuit of him on the day of his betrothal, the thorough
intention of revealing the truth to her with which he set out to fulfil
his promise of seeing her again, were a sufficiently strong argument to
him that in ultimately leaving Tessa under her illusion and providing a
home for her, he had been overcome by his own kindness. And in these
days of his first devotion to Romola he needed a self-justifying
argument. He had learned to be glad that she was deceived about some
things. But every strong feeling makes to itself a conscience