away, and forget them? Could you desert them? You know, if you go, that you will desert them, for between this end of London and the other there is a great gulf fixed, across which no one ever passes. You will leave us altogether if you leave us now.'

At this point Harry felt the very strongest desire to make it clear that what concerned him most would be the leaving her, but he repressed the temptation, and merely remarked that if he did desert his kith and kin, they would not regret him. His Uncle Bunker, he explained, had even offered him five-and-twenty pounds

to go.

It is not that you have done anything, you know, except to help us in our little experiment,' said Angela. But it is what you may do, what you shall do, if you remain.'

"What can I do?'

'You have knowledge: you have a voice: you have a quick eye and a ready tongue: you could lead, you could preside. Oh! what a career you might have before you!'

You think too well of me, Miss Kennedy. I am a very lazy and worthless kind of man.'

'No.' She shook her head and smiled superior. 'I know you better than you know yourself. I have watched you for these months. And then, we must not forget, there is our Palace of Delight.'

'Are we millionaires ?'

Why, we have already begun it. There is our drawingroom; it is only a few weeks old, yet see what a difference there is already. The girls are happy; their finer tastes are awakened; their natural yearnings after things delightful are partly satisfied; they laugh and sing now; they run about and play. There is already something of our dream realised. Stay with us, and we shall see the rest.'

He made an effort and again restrained himself.

I stay, then,' he said, 'for your sake-because you command me to stay.'

Had she done well? She asked herself the question in the shelter of her bedroom, with great doubt and anxiety. This young workman, who might if he chose be a-well-yes-a gentleman-quite as good a gentleman as most of the men who pretend to the title-was going to give up whatever prospects he had in the world, at her bidding, and for her sake. For her sake! Yet, what he wished was impossible.

What reward, then, had she to offer him that would satisfy him? Nothing. Stay, he was only a man. One pretty face was

as good as another; he was struck with hers for the moment. She would put him in the way of being attracted by another. Yes; that would do. This settled in her own mind, she put the matter aside, and, as she was very sleepy, she only murmured to herself, as her eyes closed, 'Nelly Sorensen.'

CHAPTER XVII.

WHAT LORD JOCELYN THOUGHT.

THE subject of Angela's meditations was not where she thought him, in his own bedroom. When he left his adviser, he did not go in at once, but walked once or twice up and down the pavement, thinking. What he had promised to do was nothing less than to reverse, altogether, the whole of his promised life; and this is no light matter, even if you do it for love's sweet sake. And Miss Kennedy, being no longer with him, he felt a little chilled from the first enthusiasm. Presently he looked at his watch: it was still early; only half-past ten.

'There is the chance,' he said. 'It is only a chance. He generally comes back somewhere about this time.'

There are no cabs at Stepney, but there are tramways which go quite as fast, and, besides, give one the opportunity of exchanging ideas on current topics with one's travelling companions. Harry jumped into one, and sat down between a bibulous old gentleman, who said he lived in Fore Street, but had for the moment mislaid all his other ideas, and a lady who talked to herself as she carried a bundle. She was rehearsing something dramatic, a monologue, in which she was giving it' to somebody unknown. And she was so much under the influence and emotion of imagination, that the young man trembled lest he might be mistaken for the person addressed. However, happily, the lady so far restrained herself, and Aldgate was reached in peace. There he took a hansom and drove to Piccadilly.

The streets looked strange to him after his three months' absence; the lights, the crowds on the pavements, so different from the East End crowd; the rush of the carriages and cabs taking the people home from the theatre, filled him with a strange longing. He had been asleep; he had had a dream; there was no Stepney; there was no Whitechapel Road: a strange and wondrous dream. Miss Kennedy and her damsels were only part of this vision. A beautiful and delightful dream. He was back again in Piccadilly, and all was exactly as it always had been.

So far all was exactly the same, for Lord Jocelyn was in his chamber, and alone.

'You are come back to me, Harry?' he said, holding the young man's hand; you have had enough of your cousins and the worthy Bunker. Sit down, boy. I heard your foot on the stairs. I have waited for it a long time. Sit down and let me look at you. To-morrow you shall tell me all your adventures.'

'It is comfortable,' said Harry, taking his old chair and one. of his guardian's cigarettes. Yes, Piccadilly is better, in some respects, than Whitechapel.'

And there is more comfort the higher up you climb, eh?' 'Certainly, more comfort. There is not, I am sure, such an easy chair as this east of St. Paul's.'

Then they were silent, as becomes two men who know what is in each other's heart, and wait for it to be said.

'You look well,' said Harry presently. Where did you spend the summer?'

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'Mediterranean. Yacht. Partridges.'

'Of course.

Do you stay in London long?'

And so on. Playing with the talk, and postponing the inevitable, Harry learned where everybody had been, and who was engaged, and who was married, and how one or two had joined the majority since his departure. He also heard the latest scandal, and the current talk, and what had been done at the Club, and who had been black-balled, with divers small bits of information about people and things. And he took up the talk in the old manner, and fell into the old attitude of mind quite naturally, and as if there had been no break at all. Presently the clock pointed to one, and Lord Jocelyn rose.

'We will talk again to-morrow, Harry my boy, and the day after to-morrow, and many days after that. I am glad to have you back again.' He laid his hand upon the young man's shoulder.

'Do not go just yet,' said Harry, blushing and feeling guilty, because he was going to inflict pain on one who loved him. 'I cannot talk with you to-morrow.'

'Why not?'

"Because-sit down again and listen-because I have made up my mind to join my kith and kin altogether, and stay among them.' 'What? Stay among them?'

me.

'You remember what you told me of your motive in taking You would bring up a boy of the people like a gentleman. You would educate him in all that a gentleman can learn, and then you would send him back to his friends, whom he would make discontented, and so open the way for civilisation.'

I said so did I? Yes; but there were other things, Harry. You forget that motives are always mixed. There was affection

for my brave sergeant and a desire to help his son; there were all sorts of things. Besides, I expected that you would take a rough kind of polish only-like nickel, you know, or pewter-and you turned out real silver. A gentleman, I thought, is born, not made. This proved a mistake. The puddle blood would show, I expected: which was prejudice, you see, because there is no such thing as puddle blood. Besides, I thought you would be stupid and slow to pick up ideas, and that you would pick up only a few; supposing, in my ignorance, that all persons not "born," as the Germans say, must be stupid and slow.'

And I was not stupid?'

"You? The brightest and cleverest lad in the whole worldyou stepped into the place I made for you as if you had been born for it. Now tell me why you wish to step out of it.'

Like you, sir, I have many motives. Partly, I am greatly interested in my own people: partly, I am interested in the place itself and its ways; partly, I am told, and I believe, that there is a great deal which I can do there-do not laugh at me.'

'I am not laughing, Harry; I am only astonished. Yes, you are changed: your eyes are different, your voice is different. Go on, my boy.'

I do not think there is much to say-I mean, in explanation. But of course I understand-it is a part of the thingthat if I stay among them I must be independent. I could no longer look to your bounty, which I have accepted too long. I must work for my living.'

• Work? And what will you do?'

'I know a lot of things, but somehow they are not wanted at Stepney, and the only thing by which I can make money seems to be my lathe I have become a cabinet-maker.'

Do you

'Heavens ! You have become a cabinet-maker? actually mean, Harry, that you are going to work—with your hands for money?'

Yes; with my hands. I shall be paid for my work; I shall live by my work. The puddle blood, you see.'

'No, no,' said Lord Jocelyn, there is no proof of puddle blood

in being independent. But think of the discomfort of it.'

'I have thought of the discomfort. It is not really so very bad. What is your idea of the life I shall have to live?'

Why,' said Lord Jocelyn, with a shudder, 'you will rise at six; you will go out in working clothes, carrying your tools, and with your apron tied round and tucked up like a missionary bishop on his way to a confirmation. You will find yourself in a workshop full of disagreeable people, who pick out unpleasant adjectives and

tack them on to everything, and whose views of life and habits are --well, not your own. You will have to smoke pipes at a street corner on Sundays; your tobacco will be bad; you will drink bad beer-Harry! the contemplation of the thing is too painful.' Harry laughed.

The reality is not quite so bad,' he said. 'Cabinet-makers are excellent fellows. And as for myself, I shall not work in a shop, but alone. I am offered the post of cabinet-maker in a great place where I shall have my own room to myself, and can please my own convenience as to my hours. I shall earn about tenpence an hour, say seven shillings a day, if I keep at it.'

If he keeps at it,' murmured Lord Jocelyn, he will make seven shillings a day.'

Dinner in the middle of the day, of course,' Harry went on, with a cheerful smile. At the East End everybody stokes at one. We have tea at five and supper when we can get it. A simpler life than yours.'

This is a programme of such extreme misery,' said Lord Jocelyn, that your explanations are quite insufficient. Is there, I wonder, a woman in the case?'

Harry blushed violently.

6 There is a woman, then?' said his guardian triumphantly. 'There always is. I might have guessed it from the beginning. Come, Harry, tell me all about it. Is it serious? Is she can she be at Whitechapel-a lady?'

'Yes,' said Harry, am in love with her.

'Oh!'

And a lady.'

it is quite true. There is a woman, and I She is a dressmaker.'

Lord Jocelyn said nothing.

'A lady,' Harry repeated the words, to show that he knew what he was saying. But it is no use. She won't listen to me.'

'That is more remarkable than your two last statements. Many men have fallen in love with dressmakers; some dressmakers have acquired partially the manners of a lady; but that any dressmaker should refuse the honourable attentions of a handsome young fellow like you, and a gentleman, is inconceivable.'

'A cabinet-maker, not a gentleman. But do not let us talk of her, if you please.'

Then Lord Jocelyn proceeded, with such eloquence as was at his command, to draw a picture of what he was throwing away compared with what he was accepting. There was a universal feeling, he assured his ward, of sympathy with him; everybody felt that it was rough on such a man as himself to find that he was

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