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〃Well；　Hetty；　if　I　am　to　speak　candidly；　I　must　say　that　I　have
known　Sidney　Trefusis　for　a　long　time；　and　he　is　the　easiest
person　to　get　on　with　I　ever　met。　And　you　know；　dear；　that　you
are　very　trying　sometimes。〃

〃And　so；〃　cried　Henrietta；　bursting　into　tears；　〃after　the
infamous　way　he　has　treated　me　I　am　to　be　told　that　it　is　all　my
own　fault。〃

She　left　the　house　next　day；　having　obtained　another　invitation
from　a　discreet　lady　who　would　not　discuss　the　subject　at　all。
This　proved　quite　intolerable；　and　Henrietta　went　to　stay　with
her　uncle　Daniel　Jansenius；　a　jolly　and　indulgent　man。　He　opined
that　things　would　come　right　as　soon　as　both　parties　grew　more
sensible；　and；　as　to　which　of　them　was；　in　fault；　his　verdict
was；　six　of　one　and　half　a　dozen　of　the　other。　Whenever　he　saw
his　niece　pensive　or　tearful　he　laughed　at　her　and　called　her　a
grass　widow。　Henrietta　found　that　she　could　endure　anything
rather　than　this。　Declaring　that　the　world　was　hateful　to　her；
she　hired　a　furnished　villa　in　St。　John's　Wood；　whither　she　moved
in　December。　But；　suffering　much　there　from　loneliness；　she　soon
wrote　a　pathetic　letter　to　Agatha；　entreating　her　to　spend　the
approaching　Christmas　vacation　with　her；　and　promising　her　every
luxury　and　amusement　that　boundless　affection　could　suggest　and
boundless　means　procure。　Agatha's　reply　contained　some
unlooked…for　information。

〃Alton　College；　Lyvern；

〃14th　December。

〃Dearest　Hetty：　I　don't　think　I　can　do　exactly　what　you　want；　as
I　must　spend　Xmas　with　Mamma　at　Chiswick；　but　I　need　not　get
there　until　Xmas　Eve；　and　we　break　up　here　on　yesterday　week；　the
20th。　So　I　will　go　straight　to　you　and　bring　you　with　me　to
Mamma's；　where　you　will　spend　Xmas　much　better　than　moping　in　a
strange　house。　It　is　not　quite　settled　yet　about　my　leaving　the
college　after　this　term。　You　must　promise　not　to　tell　anyone；　but
I　have　a　new　friend　herea　lover。　Not　that　I　am　in　love　with
him；　though　I　think　very　highly　of　himyou　know　I　am　not　a
romantic　fool；　but　he　is　very　much　in　love　with　me；　and　I　wish　I
could　return　it　as　he　deserves。　The　French　say　that　one　person
turns　the　cheek　and　the　other　kisses　it。　It　has　not　got　quite　so
far　as　that　with　us；　indeed；　since　he　declared　what　he　felt　he
has　only　been　able　to　snatch　a　few　words　with　me　when　I　have　been
skating　or　walking。　But　there　has　always　been　at　least　one　word
or　look　that　meant　a　great　deal。

〃And　now；　who　do　you　think　he　is？　He　says　he　knows　you。　Can　you
guess？　He　says　you　know　all　his　secrets。　He　says　he　knows　your
husband　well；　that　he　treated　you　very　badly；　and　that　you　are
greatly　to　be　pitied。　Can　you　guess　now？　He　says　he　has　kissed
youfor　shame；　Hetty！　Have　you　guessed　yet？　He　was　going　to　tell
me　something　more　when　we　were　interrupted；　and　I　have　not　seen
him　since　except　at　a　distance。　He　is　the　man　with　whom　you
eloped　that　day　when　you　gave　us　all　such　a　frightMr。　Sidney。　I
was　the　first　to　penetrate　his　disguise；　and　that　very　morning　I
had　taxed　him　with　it；　and　he　had　confessed　it。　He　said　then　that
he　was　hiding　from　a　woman　who　was　in　love　with　him；　and　I　should
not　be　surprised　if　it　turned　out　to　be　true；　for　he　is
wonderfully　originalin　fact　what　makes　me　like　him　is　that　he
is　by　far　the　cleverest　man　I　have　ever　met；　and　yet　he　thinks
nothing　of　himself。　I　cannot　imagine　what　he　sees　in　me　to　care
for；　though　he　is　evidently　ensnared　by　my　charms。　I　hope　he
won't　find　out　how　silly　I　am。　He　called　me　his　golden　idol〃

Henrietta；　with　a　scream　of　rage；　tore　the　letter　across；　and
stamped　upon　it。　When　the　paroxysm　subsided　she　picked　up　the
pieces；　held　them　together　as　accurately　as　her　trembling　hands
could；　and　read　on。

〃but　he　is　not　all　honey；　and　will　say　the　most　severe　things
sometimes　if　he　thinks　he　ought　to。　He　has　made　me　so　ashamed　of
my　ignorance　that　I　am　resolved　to　stay　here　for　another　term　at
least；　and　study　as　hard　as　I　can。　I　have　not　begun　yet；　as　it　is
not　worth　while　at　the　eleventh　hour　of　this　term；　but　when　I
return　in　January　I　will　set　to　work　in　earnest。　So　you　may　see
that　his　influence　over　me　is　an　entirely　good　one。　I　will　tell
you　all　about　him　when　we　meet；　for　I　have　no　time　to　say
anything　now；　as　the　girls　are　bothering　me　to　go　skating　with
them。　He　pretends　to　be　a　workman；　and　puts　on　our　skates　for　us；
and　Jane　Carpenter　believes　that　he　is　in　love　with　her。　Jane　is
exceedingly　kindhearted；　but　she　has　a　talent　for　making　herself
ridiculous　that　nothing　can　suppress。　The　ice　is　lovely；　and　the
weather　jolly；　we　do　not　mind　the　cold　in　the　least。　They　are
threatening　to　go　without　megood…bye！

〃Ever　your　affectionate

〃Agatha。〃

Henrietta　looked　round　for　something　sharp。　She　grasped　a　pair　of
scissors　greedily　and　stabbed　the　air　with　them。　Then　she　became
conscious　of　her　murderous　impulse；　and　she　shuddered　at　it；　but
in　a　moment　more　her　jealousy　swept　back　upon　her。　She　cried；　as
if　suffocating；　〃I　don't　care；　I　should　like　to　kill　her！〃　But
she　did　not　take　up　the　scissors　again。

At　last　she　rang　the　bell　violently　and　asked　for　a　railway
guide。　On　being　told　that　there　was　not　one　in　the　house；　she
scolded　her　maid　so　unreasonably　that　the　girl　said　pertly　that
if　she　were　to　be　spoken　to　like　that　she　should　wish　to　leave
when　her　month　was　up。　This　check　brought　Henrietta　to　her
senses。　She　went　upstairs　and　put　on　the　first　cloak　at　hand；
which　was　fortunately　a　heavy　fur　one。　Then　she　took　her　bonnet
and　purse；　left　the　house；　hailed　a　passing　hansom；　and　bade　the
cabman　drive　her　to　St。　Pancras。

When　the　night　came　the　air　at　Lyvern　was　like　iron　in　the
intense　cold。　The　trees　and　the　wind　seemed　ice…bound；　as　the
water　was；　and　silence；　stillness；　and　starlight；　frozen　hard；
brooded　over　the　country。　At　the　chalet；　Smilash；　indifferent　to
the　price　of　coals；　kept　up　a　roaring　fire　that　glowed　through
the　uncurtained　windows；　and　tantalized　the　chilled　wayfarer　who
did　not　happen　to　know；　as　the　herdsmen　of　the　neighborhood　did；
that　he　was　welcome　to　enter　and　warm　himself　without　risk　of
rebuff　from　the　tenant。　Smilash　was　in　high　spirits。　He　had
become　a　proficient　skater；　and　frosty　weather　was　now　a　luxury
to　him。　It　braced　him；　and　drove　away　his　gloomy　fits；　whilst　his
sympathies　were　kept　awake　and　his　indignation　maintained　at　an
exhilarating　pitch　by　the　sufferings　of　the　poor；　who；　unable　to
afford　fires　or　skating；　warmed　themselves　in　such　sweltering
heat　as　overcrowding　produces　in　all　seasons。

It　was　Smilash's　custom　to　make　a　hot　drink　of　oatmeal　and　water
for　himself　at　half…past　nine　o'clock　each　evening；　and　to　go　to
bed　at　ten。　He　opened　the　door　to　throw　out　some　water　that
remained　in　the　saucepan　from　its　last　cleansing。　It　froze　as　it
fell　upon　the　soil。　He　looked　at　the　night；　and　shook　himself　to
throw　off　an　oppressive　sensation　of　being　clasped　in　the　icy
ribs　of　the　air；　for　the　mercury　had　descended　below　the　familiar
region　of　crisp　and　crackly　cold　and　marked　a　temperature　at
which　the　numb　atmosphere　seemed　on　the　point　of　congealing　into
black　solidity。　Nothing　was　stirring。

〃By　George！〃　he　said；　〃this　is　one　of　those　nights　on　which　a
rich　man　daren't　think！〃

He　shut　the　door；　hastened　back　to　his　fire；　and　set　to　work　at
his　caudle；　which　he　watched　and　stirred　with　a　solicitude　that
would　have　amused　a　professed　cook。　When　it　was　done　he　poured　it
into　a　large　mug；　where　it　steamed　invitingly。　He　took　up　some　in
a　spoon　and　blew　upon　it　to　cool　it。　Tap；　tap；　tap；　tap！
hurriedly　at　the　door。

〃Nice　night　for　a　walk；〃　he　said；　putting　down　the　spoon；　then
shouting；　〃Come　in。〃

The　latch　rose　unsteadily；　and　Henrietta；　with　frozen　tears　on
her　cheeks；　and　an　unintelligible　expression　of　wretchedness　and
rage；　appeared。　After　an　instant　of　amazement；　he　sprang　to　her
and　clasped　her　in　his　arms；　and　she；　against　her　will；　and
protesting　voicelessly；　stumbled　into　his　embrace。

〃You　are　frozen　to　death；〃　he　exclaimed；　carrying　her　to　the
fire。　〃This　seal　jacket　is　like　a　sheet　of　ice。　So　is　your　face〃
（kissing　it）。　〃What　is　the　matter？　Why　do　you　struggle　so？〃

〃Let　me　go；〃　she　gasped；　in　a　vehement　whisper。　〃I　hhate　you。〃

〃My　poor　love；　you　are　too　cold　to　hate　anyone　even　your
husband。　You　must　let　me　take　off　these　atrocious　French　boots。
Your　feet　must　be　perfectly　dead。〃

By　this　time　her　voice　and　tears　were　thawing　in　the　warmth　of
the　chalet　and　of　his　caresses。　〃You　shall　not　take　them　off；〃
she　said；　crying　with　cold　and　sorrow。　〃Let　me　alone。　Don't　touch
me。　I　am　going　awaystraight　back。　I　will　not　speak　to　you；　nor
take　off　my　things　here；　nor　touch　anything　in　the　house。〃

〃No；　my　darling；〃　he　said；　putting　her　into　a　capacious　wooden
armchair　and　busily　unbuttoning　her　boots；　〃you　shall　do　nothing
that　you　don't　wish　to　do。　Your　feet　are　like　stones。　Yes；　yes；
my　dear；　I　am　a　wretch　unworthy　to　live。　I　know　it。〃

〃Let　me　alone；〃　she　said　piteously。　〃I　don't　want　your
attentions。　I　have　done　with　you　for　ever。〃

〃Come；　you　must　drink　some　of　this　nasty　stuff。　You　will　need
strength　to　tell　your　husband　all　the　unpleasant　things　your　soul
is　charged　with