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“Dang it if I know what you’re a drivin’ at, Alice!–Miss Cox!–and I beg yer pardon, miss, I’m sure.–Dang me if I do!”

“Don’t swear, John Jephson–leastways before a lady. It’s not proper.”

“It seems to me, Miss Cox, as if the wind was a settin’ from Bedlam, or may be Colney Hatch,” said John, who was considered a humourist among his comrades. “I wouldn’t take no liberties with a lady, Miss Cox; but if I might be so bold as to arst the joke of the thing–“

“Joke, indeed!” cried Alice. “Do you call a dead uncle and ten thousand pounds a joke?”

“God bless me!” said John. “You don’t mean it, Alice?”

“I do mean it, and that you’ll find, John Jephson. I’m goin’ to bid you good-bye to-morrer.”

“Whoy, Alice!” exclaimed honest John, aghast.

“It’s truth I tell ye,” said Alice.

“And for how long?” gasped John, fore-feeling illimitable misfortune.

“That depends,” returned Alice, who did not care to lessen the effect of her communication by mentioning her promised return for a season. “–It ain’t likely,” she added, “as a heiress is a goin’ to act the nuss-maid much longer.”

“But Alice,” said John, “you don’t mean to say–it’s not in your mind now–it can’t be, Alice–you’re only jokin’ with me–“

“Indeed, and I’m not!” interjected Alice, with a sniff.

“I don’t mean that way, you know. What I mean is, you don’t mean as how this ‘ere money–dang it all!–as how it’s to be all over between you and me?–You can’t mean that, Alice!” ended the poor fellow, with a choking in his throat.

It was very hard upon him! He must either look as if he wanted to share her money, or else as if he were ready to give her up.

“Arst yourself, John Jephson,” answered Alice, “whether it’s likely a young lady of fortun’ would be keepin’ company with a young man as didn’t know how to take off his hat to her in the park?”

Alice did not above half mean what she said: she wished mainly to enhance her own importance. At the same time she did mean it half, and that would have been enough for Jephson. He rose, grievously wounded.

“Good-bye, Alice,” he said, taking the hand she did not refuse. “Ye’re throwin’ from ye what all yer money won’t buy.”

She gave a scornful little laugh, and John walked out of the kitchen.

At the door he turned with one lingering look; but in Alice there was no sign of softening. She turned scornfully away, and no doubt enjoyed her triumph to the full.

The next morning she went away.

CHAPTER IV.

Mr. Greatorex had ceased to regard the advent of Christmas with much interest. Naturally gifted with a strong religious tendency, he had, since his first marriage, taken, not to denial, but to the side of objection, spending much energy in contempt for the foolish opinions of others, a self-indulgence which does less than little to further the growth of one’s own spirit in truth and righteousness. The only person who stands excused–I do not say justified–in so doing, is the man who, having been taught the same opinions, has found them a legion of adversaries barring his way to the truth. But having got rid of them for himself, it is, I suspect, worse than useless to attack them again, save as the ally of those who are fighting their way through the same ranks to the truth. Greatorex had been indulging his intellect at the expense of his heart. A man may have light in the brain and darkness in the heart. It were better to be an owl than a strong-eyed apteryx. He was on the path which naturally ends in blindness and unbelief. I fancy, if he had not been neglectful of his child, she would ere this time have relighted his Christmas-candles for him; but now his second disappointment in marriage had so dulled his heart that he had begun to regard life as a stupid affair, in which the most enviable fool was the man who could still expect to realize an ideal. He had set out on a false track altogether, but had not yet discovered that there had been an immoral element at work in his mistake.