having no possibility
of mending matters, which is so insupportable that the lip must quiver
under it, even when garnished with a moustache. "I hope you don't really
think that of me," he cried. "Don't! there is no time to tell you how
very different--But surely you know--something more than that----"

The train was in motion already and Chatty had shaken hands with
him before. She received the last look of his eyes, half indignant,
appealing, though in words it was to her mother he was speaking; but
made no sign. And it was only Mrs. Warrender who looked out of the
window and waved her hand to him, as he was left behind. Chatty--Chatty
who was so gentle, so little apt to take anything upon her, even to
judge for herself, was it possible that on this point she was less
soft-hearted than her mother? This thought went through him like an
arrow as he stood and saw the carriages glide away in a long curving
line. She was gone and he was left behind. She was gone, was it in
resentment, was it in disdain? thinking of him in his true aspect as
a false lover, believing him to have worn a false semblance, justly
despising him for an attempt to play upon her. Was this possible? He
thought (with that oblique sort of literary tendency of his) of Hamlet
with the recorder. Can you play upon this pipe?--and yet you think you
can play upon me! As a matter of fact there could nothing have been
found in heaven or earth less like Hamlet than Chatty Warrender; but
a lover has strange misperceptions. The steady soft glance, the faint
smile, not like the usual warm beaming of her simple face, seemed to
him to express a faculty of seeing through and through him which is not
always given to the greatest philosophers. And he stood there humiliated
to the very dust by this mild creature, whom he had loved in spite of
himself, to whom even in loving her he had attributed no higher gifts,
perhaps had even been tenderly disrespectful of as not clever. Was she
the one to see through him now?

If she only knew! but when Dick, feeling sadly injured and wounded, came
to this thought, it so stung him that he turned round on the moment, and,
neglecting all the seductions of waiting cabmen, walked quickly, furiously,
to Lincoln's Inn, which he had been sadly neglecting. If she knew
everything! it appeared to Dick that Chatty's clear dove's eyes (to
which he all at once had attributed an insight and perception altogether
above them) would slay him with th