"No," she said shortly, "and I don"t want to. If you think it"s so lovely, why don"t you go and see it yourself?"

She raised her face from the soft blackness of the marten skins about her throat, and her eyes shone like diamonds. The moonlight on the gray kangaroo fur turned it to frosted silver of the coldest.

"By Jove, Maisie, you look like a little heathen idol tucked up there."

The eyes showed that they did not appreciate the compliment. "I"m sorry," he continued. "The Southern Cross isn"t worth looking at unless someone helps you to see. That steamer"s out of hearing."

"d.i.c.k," she said quietly, "suppose I were to come to you now,--be quiet a minute,--just as I am, and caring for you just as much as I do."

"Not as a brother, though You said you didn"t--in the Park."

"I never had a brother. Suppose I said, "Take me to those places, and in time, perhaps, I might really care for you," what would you do?"

"Send you straight back to where you came from, in a cab. No, I wouldn"t; I"d let you walk. But you couldn"t do it, dear. And I wouldn"t run the risk. You"re worth waiting for till you can come without reservation."

"Do you honestly believe that?"

"I have a hazy sort of idea that I do. Has it never struck you in that light?"

"Ye--es. I feel so wicked about it."

"Wickeder than usual?"

"You don"t know all I think. It"s almost too awful to tell."

"Never mind. You promised to tell me the truth--at least."

"It"s so ungrateful of me, but--but, though I know you care for me, and I like to have you with me, I"d--I"d even sacrifice you, if that would bring me what I want."

"My poor little darling! I know that state of mind. It doesn"t lead to good work."

"You aren"t angry? Remember, I do despise myself."

"I"m not exactly flattered,--I had guessed as much before,--but I"m not angry. I"m sorry for you. Surely you ought to have left a littleness like that behind you, years ago."

"You"ve no right to patronise me! I only want what I have worked for so long. It came to you without any trouble, and--and I don"t think it"s fair."

"What can I do? I"d give ten years of my life to get you what you want.

But I can"t help you; even I can"t help."

A murmur of dissent from Maisie. He went on--"And I know by what you have just said that you"re on the wrong road to success. It isn"t got at by sacrificing other people,--I"ve had that much knocked into me; you must sacrifice yourself, and live under orders, and never think for yourself, and never have real satisfaction in your work except just at the beginning, when you"re reaching out after a notion."

"How can you believe all that?"

"There"s no question of belief or disbelief. That"s the law, and you take it or refuse it as you please. I try to obey, but I can"t, and then my work turns bad on my hands. Under any circ.u.mstances, remember, four-fifths of everybody"s work must be bad. But the remnant is worth the trouble for its own sake."

"Isn"t it nice to get credit even for bad work?"

"It"s much too nice. But---- May I tell you something? It isn"t a pretty tale, but you"re so like a man that I forget when I"m talking to you."

"Tell me."

"Once when I was out in the Soudan I went over some ground that we had been fighting on for three days. There were twelve hundred dead; and we hadn"t time to bury them."

"How ghastly!"

"I had been at work on a big double-sheet sketch, and I was wondering what people would think of it at home. The sight of that field taught me a good deal. It looked just like a bed of horrible toadstools in all colours, and--I"d never seen men in bulk go back to their beginnings before. So I began to understand that men and women were only material to work with, and that what they said or did was of no consequence.

See? Strictly speaking, you might just as well put your ear down to the palette to catch what your colours are saying."

"d.i.c.k, that"s disgraceful!"

"Wait a minute. I said, strictly speaking. Unfortunately, everybody must be either a man or a woman."

"I"m glad you allow that much."

"In your case I don"t. You aren"t a woman. But ordinary people, Maisie, must behave and work as such. That"s what makes me so savage." He hurled a pebble towards the sea as he spoke. "I know that it is outside my business to care what people say; I can see that it spoils my output if I listen to "em; and yet, confound it all,"--another pebble flew seaward,--"I can"t help purring when I"m rubbed the right way. Even when I can see on a man"s forehead that he is lying his way through a clump of pretty speeches, those lies make me happy and play the mischief with my hand."

"And when he doesn"t say pretty things?"

"Then, belovedest,"--d.i.c.k grinned,--"I forget that I am the steward of these gifts, and I want to make that man love and appreciate my work with a thick stick. It"s too humiliating altogether; but I suppose even if one were an angel and painted humans altogether from outside, one would lose in touch what one gained in grip."

Maisie laughed at the idea of d.i.c.k as an angel.

"But you seem to think," she said, "that everything nice spoils your hand."

"I don"t think. It"s the law,--just the same as it was at Mrs.

Jennett"s.

Everything that is nice does spoil your hand. I"m glad you see so clearly."

"I don"t like the view."

"Nor I. But--have got orders: what can do? Are you strong enough to face it alone?"

"I suppose I must."

"Let me help, darling. We can hold each other very tight and try to walk straight. We shall blunder horribly, but it will be better than stumbling apart. Maisie, can"t you see reason?"

"I don"t think we should get on together. We should be two of a trade, so we should never agree."

"How I should like to meet the man who made that proverb! He lived in a cave and ate raw bear, I fancy. I"d make him chew his own arrow-heads.

Well?"

"I should be only half married to you. I should worry and fuss about my work, as I do now. Four days out of the seven I"m not fit to speak to."

"You talk as if no one else in the world had ever used a brush.

D"you suppose that I don"t know the feeling of worry and bother and can"t-get-at-ness? You"re lucky if you only have it four days out of the seven. What difference would that make?"

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