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  ThePrologue.

  THESTREETOFTHEBLANKWALL.

  HISEVENINGOUT.

  THELESSON.

  SYLVIAOFTHELETTERS.

  THEFAWNGLOVES.

  MALVINAOFBRITTANY.

  THEPREFACE.

  TheDoctorneverdidbelievethisstory,butclaimsforitthat,toagreatextent,ithasalteredhiswholeoutlookonlife.

  \"Ofcourse,whatactuallyhappened——whattookplaceundermyownnose,\"continuedtheDoctor,\"Idonotdispute.AndthenthereisthecaseofMrs.Marigold.Thatwasunfortunate,Iadmit,andstillis,especiallyforMarigold.But,standingbyitself,itprovesnothing.Thesefluffy,gigglingwomen——asoftenasnotitisamereshellthattheyshedwiththeirfirstyouth——oneneverknowswhatisunderneath.Withregardtotheothers,thewholethingrestsuponasimplescientificbasis.Theideawas’intheair,’aswesay——apassingbrain—wave.Andwhenithadworkeditselfouttherewasanendofit.AsforallthisJack—and—the—Beanstalktomfoolery——\"

  Therecamefromthedarkeninguplandsthesoundofalostsoul.Itroseandfellanddiedaway.

  \"Blowingstones,\"explainedtheDoctor,stoppingtorefillhispipe.

  \"Onefindsthemintheseparts.Hollowedoutduringtheglacialperiod.Alwaysjustabouttwilightthatonehearsit.Rushofaircausedbysuddensinkingofthetemperature.That’showallthesesortofideasgetstarted.\"

  TheDoctor,havinglithispipe,resumedhisstride.

  \"Idon’tsay,\"continuedtheDoctor,\"thatitwouldhavehappenedwithouthercoming.Undoubtedlyitwasshewhosuppliedthenecessarypsychicconditions.Therewasthatabouther——asortofatmosphere.ThatquaintarchaicFrenchofhers——KingArthurandtheroundtableandMerlin;itseemedtorecreateitall.Anartfulminx,thatistheonlyexplanation.Butwhileshewaslookingatyou,outofthatcuriousaloofnessofhers——\"

  TheDoctorleftthesentenceuncompleted.

  \"AsforoldLittlecherry,\"theDoctorbeganagainquitesuddenly,\"that’shisspeciality——folklore,occultism,allthatflummery.IfyouknockedathisdoorwiththeoriginalSleepingBeautyonyourarmhe’donlyfussroundherwithcushionsandhopethatshe’dhadagoodnight.Foundaseedonce——chippeditoutofanoldfossil,andgrewitinapotinhisstudy.Aboutthemostdilapidatedweedyoueversaw.Talkedaboutitasifhehadre—discoveredtheElixirofLife.Evenifhedidn’tsayanythinginactuallysomanywords,therewasthewayhewentabout.Thatofitselfwasenoughtohavestartedthewholething,tosaynothingofthatloonyoldIrishhousekeeperofhis,withherheadstuffedfullofelvesandbansheesandtheLordknowswhat.\"

  AgaintheDoctorlapsedintosilence.Onebyonethelightsofthevillagepeepedupwardoutofthedepths.Along,lowlineoflight,creepinglikesomeluminousdragonacrossthehorizon,showedthetrackoftheGreatWesternexpressmovingstealthilytowardsSwindon.

  \"Itwasaltogetheroutofthecommon,\"continuedtheDoctor,\"quiteoutofthecommon,thewholething.ButifyouaregoingtoacceptoldLittlecherry’sexplanationofit——\"

  TheDoctorstruckhisfootagainstalonggreystone,halfhiddeninthegrass,andonlyjustsavedhimselffromfalling.

  \"Remainsofsomeoldcromlech,\"explainedtheDoctor.\"Somewhereabouthere,ifweweretodigdown,weshouldfindawitheredbundleofbonescrouchingoverthedustofaprehistoricluncheon—basket.

  Interestingneighbourhood!\"

  Thedescentwasrough.TheDoctordidnottalkagainuntilwehadreachedtheoutskirtsofthevillage.

  \"Iwonderwhat’sbecomeofthem?\"musedtheDoctor.\"Arumgo,thewholething.Ishouldliketohavegottothebottomofit.\"

  WehadreachedtheDoctor’sgate.TheDoctorpusheditopenandpassedin.Heseemedtohaveforgottenme.

  \"Atakinglittleminx,\"Iheardhimmutteringtohimselfashefumbledwiththedoor.\"Andnodoubtmeantwell.Butasforthatcock—and—bullstory——\"

  IpiecedittogetherfromtheutterlydivergentversionsfurnishedmebytheProfessorandtheDoctor,assisted,sofaraslaterincidentsareconcerned,byknowledgecommontothevillage.

  I.THESTORY.

  Itcommenced,soIcalculate,abouttheyear2OOOB.C.,or,tobemoreprecise——forfiguresarenotthestrongpointoftheoldchroniclers——whenKingHeremonruledoverIrelandandHarbundiawasQueenoftheWhiteLadiesofBrittany,thefairyMalvinabeingherfavouriteattendant.ItiswithMalvinathatthisstoryischieflyconcerned.Variousquitepleasanthappeningsarerecordedtohercredit.TheWhiteLadiesbelongedtothe\"goodpeople,\"and,onthewhole,liveduptotheirreputation.ButinMalvina,sidebysidewithmuchthatiscommendable,thereappearstohaveexistedamostreprehensiblespiritofmischief,displayingitselfinpranksthat,excusable,oratalleventsunderstandable,in,say,apixyorapigwidgeon,strikeoneasaltogetherunworthyofawell—principledWhiteLady,posingasthefriendandbenefactressofmankind.Formerelyrefusingtodancewithher——atmidnight,bytheshoresofamountainlake;neitherthetimenortheplacecalculatedtoappealtoanelderlygentleman,sufferingpossiblyfromrheumatism——sheononeoccasiontransformedaneminentlyrespectableproprietoroftinminesintoanightingale,necessitatingachangeofhabitsthattoabusinessmanmusthavebeensingularlyirritating.Onanotheroccasionaquiteimportantqueen,havinghadthemisfortunetoquarrelwithMalvinaoversomeabsurdpointofetiquetteinconnectionwithalizard,seems,onwakingthenextmorning,tohavefoundherselfchangedintowhatonejudges,fromthesomewhatvaguedescriptionaffordedbytheancientchroniclers,tohavebeenasortofvegetablemarrow.

  Suchchanges,accordingtotheProfessor,whoispreparedtomaintainthatevidenceofanhistoricalnatureexistssufficienttoprovethattheWhiteLadiesformedatonetimeanactuallivingcommunity,mustbetakeninanallegoricalsense.Justasmodernlunaticsbelievethemselvestobechinavasesorpoll—parrots,andthinkandbehaveassuch,soitmusthavebeeneasy,theProfessorargues,forbeingsofsuperiorintelligencetohaveexertedhypnoticinfluenceuponthesuperstitioussavagesbywhomtheyweresurrounded,andwho,intellectuallyconsidered,couldhavebeenlittlemorethanchildren.

  \"TakeNebuchadnezzar.\"IamstillquotingtheProfessor.\"Nowadaysweshouldputhimintoastrait—waistcoat.HadhelivedinNorthernEuropeinsteadofSouthernAsia,legendwouldhavetoldushowsomeKoboldorStromkarlhadturnedhimintoacompositeamalgamationofaserpent,acatandakangaroo.\"Bethatasitmay,thispassionforchange——inotherpeople——seemstohavegrownuponMalvinauntilshemusthavebecomelittleshortofapublicnuisance,andeventuallyitlandedherintrouble.

  TheincidentisuniqueintheannalsoftheWhiteLadies,andthechroniclersdwelluponitwithevidentsatisfaction.ItcameaboutthroughthebetrothalofKingHeremon’sonlyson,PrinceGerbot,tothePrincessBerchtaofNormandy.Malvinaseemstohavesaidnothing,buttohavebidedhertime.TheWhiteLadiesofBrittany,itmustberemembered,werenotfairiespureandsimple.Undercertainconditionstheywerecapableofbecomingwomen,andthisfact,onetakesit,musthaveexertedadisturbinginfluenceupontheirrelationshipswitheligiblemalemortals.PrinceGerbotmaynothavebeenaltogetherblameless.Youngmeninthosesadlyunenlighteneddaysmaynot,intheirdealingswithladies,whiteorotherwise,havealwaysbeenthesoulofdiscretionandpropriety.

  Onewouldliketothinkthebestofher.

  Buteventhebestisindefensible.Onthedayappointedfortheweddingsheseemstohavesurpassedherself.IntowhatparticularshapeorformshealteredthewretchedPrinceGerbot;orintowhatshapeorformshepersuadedhimthathehadbeenaltered,itreally,sofarasthemoralresponsibilityofMalvinaisconcerned,seemstobeimmaterial;thechronicledoesnotstate:evidentlysomethingtooindelicateforaself—respectingchroniclertoevenhintat.

  As,judgingfromotherpassagesinthebook,squeamishnessdoesnotseemtohavebeentheauthor’sliteraryfailing,thesensitivereadercanfeelonlygratefulfortheomission.Itwouldhavebeenaltogethertooharrowing.

  Ithad,ofcourse,fromMalvina’spointofview,thedesiredeffect.

  ThePrincessBerchtaappearstohavegivenonelookandthentohavefallenfaintingintothearmsofherattendants.Themarriagewaspostponedindefinitely,andMalvina,onesadlysuspects,chortled.

  Hertriumphwasshort—lived.

  Unfortunatelyforher,KingHeremonhadalwaysbeenapatronoftheartsandscienceofhisperiod.Amonghisfriendsweretobereckonedmagicians,genii,theNineKorrigansorFaysofBrittany——

  allsortsofpartiescapableofexertinginfluence,and,aseventsproved,onlytoowilling.AmbassadorswaiteduponQueenHarbundia;

  andHarbundia,evenhadshewished,asonmanypreviousoccasions,tostandbyherfavourite,hadnoalternative.ThefairyMalvinawascalledupontoreturntoPrinceGerbothisproperbodyandallthereincontained.

  Sheflatlyrefused.Aself—willed,obstinatefairy,sufferingfromswelledhead.Andthentherewasthatpersonalnote.MerelythatheshouldmarrythePrincessBerchta!ShewouldseeKingHeremon,andAnniamus,inhissillyoldwizard’srobe,andtheFaysofBrittany,andalltherestofthem——!AreallyniceWhiteLadymaynothavecaredtofinishthesentence,eventoherself.Oneimaginestheflashofthefairyeye,thestampofthefairyfoot.

  Whatcouldtheydotoher,anyofthem,withalltheirclackingoftonguesandtheirwaggingofheads?She,animmortalfairy!ShewouldchangePrinceGerbotbackatatimeofherownchoosing.Letthemattendtotheirowntricksandleavehertomindhers.OnepictureslongwalksandtalksbetweenthedistractedHarbundiaandherrefractoryfavourite——appealstoreason,tosentiment:\"Formysake.\"\"Don’tyousee?\"\"Afterall,dear,andevenifhedid.\"

  ItseemstohaveendedbyHarbundialosingallpatience.OnethingtherewasshecoulddothatMalvinaseemseithernottohaveknownofornottohaveanticipated.AsolemnmeetingoftheWhiteLadieswasconvenedforthenightofthemidsummermoon.Theplaceofmeetingisdescribedbytheancientchroniclerswithmorethantheirusualexactitude.ItwasonthelandthatthemagicianKalybhad,agesago,raisedupaboveallBrittanytoformthegraveofKingTaramis.The\"SeaoftheSevenIslands\"laytothenorth.OneguessesittobetheridgeformedbytheArreeMountains.\"TheLadyoftheFountain\"appearstohavebeenpresent,suggestingthedeepgreenpoolfromwhichtheriverD’Argenttakesitssource.Roughlyspeaking,onewouldplaceithalfwaybetweenthemoderntownsofMorlaixandCallac.Pedestrians,evenofthepresentday,speakofthestilllonelinessofthathighplateau,treeless,houseless,withnosignofhumanhandtherebutthathigh,toweringmonolithroundwhichtheshrillwindsmoanincessantly.There,possiblyonsomebrokenfragmentofthosegreatgreystones,QueenHarbundiasatinjudgment.Andthejudgmentwas——andfromittherewasnoappeal—

  —thatthefairyMalvinashouldbecastoutfromamongthecommunityoftheWhiteLadiesofBrittany.Overthefaceoftheearthsheshouldwander,aloneandunforgiven.Solemnlyfromthebookoftheroll—calloftheWhiteLadiesthenameofMalvinawasstruckoutforever.

  TheblowmusthavefallenuponMalvinaasheavilyasitwasunexpected.Withoutaword,withoutonebackwardlook,sheseemstohavedeparted.Onepicturesthewhite,frozenface,thewide—open,unseeingeyes,thetrembling,uncertainsteps,thegropinghands,thedeathlikesilenceclinginglikegrave—clothesroundabouther.

  FromthatnightthefairyMalvinadisappearsfromthebookofthechroniclersoftheWhiteLadiesofBrittany,fromlegendandfromfolklorewhatsoever.ShedoesnotappearagaininhistorytilltheyearA.D.1914.

  II.HOWITCAMEABOUT.

  ItwasonaneveningtowardstheendofJune,1914,thatFlightCommanderRaffleton,temporarilyattachedtotheFrenchSquadronthenharbouredatBrest,receivedinstructionsbywirelesstoreturnatoncetotheBritishAirServiceHeadquartersatFarnborough,inHampshire.Thenight,thankstoagloriousfullmoon,wouldaffordallthelightherequired,andyoungRaffletondeterminedtosetoutatonce.HeappearstohavelefttheflyinggroundjustoutsidethearsenalatBrestaboutnineo’clock.AlittlebeyondHuelgoathebegantoexperiencetroublewiththecarburettor.HisideaatfirstwastopushontoLannion,wherehewouldbeabletosecureexpertassistance;butmattersonlygettingworse,andnoticingbeneathhimaconvenientstretchoflevelground,hedecidedtodescendandattendtoithimself.Healightedwithoutdifficultyandproceededtoinvestigate.Thejobtookhim,unaided,longerthanhehadanticipated.Itwasawarm,closenight,withhardlyabreathofwind,andwhenhehadfinishedhewasfeelinghotandtired.Hehaddrawnonhishelmetandwasonthepointofsteppingintohisseat,whenthebeautyofthenightsuggestedtohimthatitwouldbepleasant,beforestartingoffagain,tostretchhislegsandcoolhimselfalittle.Helitacigarandlookedroundabouthim.

  Theplateauonwhichhehadalightedwasatable—landstandinghighabovethesurroundingcountry.Itstretchedaroundhim,treeless,houseless.Therewasnothingtobreakthelinesofthehorizonbutagroupofgauntgreystones,theremains,sohetoldhimself,ofsomeancientmenhir,commonenoughtothelonelydesertlandsofBrittany.Ingeneralthestoneslieoverthrownandscattered,butthisparticularspecimenhadbysomestrangechanceremainedundisturbedthroughallthecenturies.Mildlyinterested,FlightCommanderRaffletonstrolledleisurelytowardsit.Themoonwasatitszenith.Howstillthequietnightmusthavebeenwasimpresseduponhimbythefactthathedistinctlyheard,andcounted,thestrokesofachurchclockwhichmusthavebeenatleastsixmilesaway.Herememberslookingathiswatchandnotingthattherewasaslightdifferencebetweenhisownandthechurchtime.Hemadeiteightminutespasttwelve.Withthedyingawayofthelastvibrationsofthedistantbellthesilenceandthesolitudeoftheplaceseemedtoreturnandsettledownuponitwithincreasedinsistence.Whilehewasworkingithadnottroubledhim,butbesidetheblackshadowsthrownbythosehoarystonesithadtheeffectalmostofapresence.Itwaswithasenseofreliefthathecontemplatedreturningtohismachineandstartinguphisengine.

  Itwouldwhirandbuzzandgivebacktohimacomfortablefeelingoflifeandsecurity.Hewouldwalkroundthestonesjustonceandthenbeoff.ItwaswonderfulhowtheyhaddefiedoldTime.Astheyhadbeenplacedthere,quitepossiblytenthousandyearsago,sotheystillstood,thealtarofthatvast,emptysky—roofedtemple.Andwhilehewasgazingatthem,hiscigarbetweenhislips,strugglingwithastrangeforgottenimpulsethatwastuggingathisknees,therecamefromtheveryheartofthegreatgreystonesthemeasuredriseandfallofasoft,evenbreathing.

  YoungRaffletonfranklyconfessesthathisfirstimpulsewastocutandrun.Onlyhissoldier’strainingkepthisfeetfirmontheheather.Ofcourse,theexplanationwassimple.Someanimalhadmadetheplaceitsnest.Butthenwhatanimalwaseverknowntosleepsosoundlyasnottobedisturbedbyhumanfootsteps?Ifwounded,andsounabletoescape,itwouldnotbebreathingwiththatquiet,softregularity,contrastingsostrangelywiththestillnessandthesilenceallround.Possiblyanowl’snest.Youngowletsmakethatsortofnoise——the\"snorers,\"socountrypeoplecallthem.YoungRaffletonthrewawayhiscigarandwentdownuponhiskneestogropeamongtheshadows,and,doingso,hetouchedsomethingwarmandsoftandyielding.

  Butitwasn’tanowl.Hemusthavetouchedherverylightly,foreventhenshedidnotwake.Shelaytherewithherheaduponherarm.Andnowclosetoher,hiseyesgrowingusedtotheshadows,hesawherquiteplainly,thewonderofthepartedlips,thegleamofthewhitelimbsbeneaththeirflimsycovering.

  Ofcourse,whatheoughttohavedonewastohaverisengentlyandmovedaway.Thenhecouldhavecoughed.Andifthatdidnotwakeherhemighthavetouchedherlightly,say,ontheshoulder,andhavecalledtoher,firstsoftly,thenalittlelouder,\"Mademoiselle,\"or\"Monenfant.\"Evenbetter,hemighthavestolenawayontiptoeandlefthertheresleeping.

  Thisideadoesnotseemtohaveoccurredtohim.Onemakestheexcuseforhimthathewasbutthree—and—twenty,that,framedinthepurplemoonlight,sheseemedtohimthemostbeautifulcreaturehiseyeshadeverseen.Andthentherewasthebroodingmysteryofitall,thatatmosphereoffar—offprimevaltimesfromwhichtherootsoflifestilldrawtheirsap.OnetakesitheforgotthathewasFlightCommanderRaffleton,officerandgentleman;forgottheproperetiquetteapplyingtothecaseofladiesfoundsleepinguponlonelymoorswithoutachaperon.Greaterstill,thepossibilitythatheneverthoughtofanythingatall,but,justimpelledbyapowerbeyondhimself,bentdownandkissedher.

  Notaplatonickissuponthebrow,notabrotherlykissuponthecheek,butakissfulluponthepartedlips,akissofworshipandamazement,suchasthatwithwhichAdaminallprobabilityawakenedEve.

  Hereyesopened,and,justalittlesleepily,shelookedathim.

  Therecouldhavebeennodoubtinhermindastowhathadhappened.

  Hislipswerestillpressinghers.Butshedidnotseemintheleastsurprised,andmostcertainlynotangry.Raisingherselftoasittingposture,shesmiledandheldoutherhandthathemighthelpherup.And,aloneinthatvasttemple,star—roofedandmoon—

  illumined,besidethatgrimgreyaltarofforgottenrites,handinhandtheystoodandlookedatoneanother.

  \"Ibegyourpardon,\"saidCommanderRaffleton.\"I’mafraidIhavedisturbedyou.\"

  HerememberedafterwardsthatinhisconfusionhehadspokentoherinEnglish.ButsheansweredhiminFrench,aquaint,old—fashionedFrenchsuchasonerarelyfindsbutinthepagesofoldmissals.Hewouldhavehadsomedifficultyintranslatingitliterally,butthemeaningofitwas,adaptedtoourmodernidiom:

  \"Don’tmentionit.I’msogladyou’vecome.\"

  Hegatheredshehadbeenexpectinghim.Hewasnotquitesurewhetherheoughtnottoapologiseforbeingapparentlyalittlelate.True,hehadnorecollectionofanysuchappointment.ButthenatthatparticularmomentCommanderRaffletonmaybesaidtohavehadnoconsciousnessofanythingbeyondjusthimselfandthewondrousotherbesidehim.Somewhereoutsidewasmoonlightandaworld;butallthatseemedunimportant.Itwasshewhobrokethesilence.

  \"Howdidyougethere?\"sheasked.

  Hedidnotmeantobeenigmatical.Hewaschieflyconcernedwithstillgazingather.

  \"Iflewhere,\"heanswered.Hereyesopenedwideratthat,butwithinterest,notdoubt.

  \"Whereareyourwings?\"sheasked.Shewasleaningsideways,tryingtogetaviewofhisback.

  Helaughed.Itmadeherseemmorehuman,thatcuriosityabouthisback.

  \"Overthere,\"heanswered.Shelooked,andforthefirsttimesawthegreatshimmeringsailsgleaminglikesilverunderthemoonlight.

  Shemovedtowardsit,andhefollowed,noticingwithoutsurprisethattheheatherseemedtomakenosignofyieldingtothepressureofherwhitefeet.

  Shehaltedalittleawayfromit,andhecameandstoodbesideher.

  EventoCommanderRaffletonhimselfitlookedasifthegreatwingswerequivering,liketheoutstretchedpinionsofabirdpreeningitselfbeforeflight.

  \"Isitalive?\"sheasked.

  \"NottillIwhispertoit,\"heanswered.Hewaslosingalittleofhisfearofher.Sheturnedtohim.

  \"Shallwego?\"sheasked.

  Hestaredather.Shewasquiteserious,thatwasevident.Shewastoputherhandinhisandgoawaywithhim.Itwasallsettled.

  Thatiswhyhehadcome.Toheritdidnotmatterwhere.Thatwashisaffair.Butwherehewentshewastogo.Thatwasquiteclearlytheprogrammeinhermind.

  Tohiscredit,letitberecorded,hedidmakeaneffort.Againstalltheforcesofnature,againsthistwenty—threeyearsandtheredbloodpulsinginhisveins,againstthefumesofthemidsummermoonlightencompassinghimandthevoicesofthestars,againstthedemonsofpoetryandromanceandmysterychantingtheirwitches’

  musicinhisears,againstthemarvelandthegloryofherasshestoodbesidehim,clothedinthepurpleofthenight,FlightCommanderRaffletonfoughtthegoodfightforcommonsense.

  Youngpersonswho,scantilyclad,gotosleepontheheather,fivemilesfromthenearesthumanhabitation,aretobeavoidedbywell—brought—upyoungofficersofHisMajesty’sAerialService.Theincidenceoftheirbeinguncannilybeautifulandalluringshouldserveasanadditionalnoteofwarning.Thegirlhadhadarowwithhermotherandwantedtogetaway.Itwasthisinfernalmoonlightthatwaschieflyresponsible.Nowonderdogsbayedatit.Healmostfanciedhecouldhearonenow.Nice,respectable,wholesome—mindedthings,dogs.Nodamnedsentimentaboutthem.

  Whatifhehadkissedher!Oneisnotboundforlifetoeverywomanonekisses.Notthefirsttimeshehadbeenkissed,unlessalltheyoungmeninBrittanywereblindorwhiteblooded.Allthispretendedinnocenceandsimplicity!Itwasjustputon.Ifnot,shemustbealunatic.Theproperthingtodowastosaygood—byewithalaughandajest,startuphismachineandbeofftoEngland——dearoldpractical,merryEngland,wherehecouldgetbreakfastandabath.

  Itwasn’tafairfight;onefeelsit.PoorlittleprimCommonSense,withherdefiant,turned—upnoseandhershrillgiggleandherinnatevulgarity.Andagainstherthestillnessofthenight,andthemusicoftheages,andthebeatingofhisheart.

  Soitallfelldownabouthisfeet,alittlecrumbleddustthatapassingbreathofwindseemedtoscatter,leavinghimhelpless,spellboundbythemagicofhereyes.

  \"Whoareyou?\"heaskedher.

  \"Malvina,\"sheansweredhim.\"Iamafairy.\"

  III.HOWCOUSINCHRISTOPHERBECAMEMIXEDUPWITHIT.

  Itdidjustoccurtohimthatmaybehehadnotmadethatdescentquiteassuccessfullyashehadthoughthehad;thatmaybehehadcomedownonhishead;thatinconsequencehehaddonewiththeexperiencesofFlightCommanderRaffletonandwasnowabouttoenteronanewandlesscircumscribedexistence.Ifso,thebeginning,toanadventuresomeyoungspirit,seemedpromising.ItwasMalvina’svoicethatrecalledhimfromthistrainofmusing.

  \"Shallwego?\"sherepeated,andthistimethenoteinhervoicesuggestedcommandratherthanquestion.

  Whynot?Whateverhadhappenedtohim,atwhateverplaneofexistencehewasnowarrived,themachineapparentlyhadfollowedhim.Mechanicallyhestarteditup.Thefamiliarwhiroftheenginebroughtbacktohimthepossibilityofhisbeingaliveintheordinaryacceptationoftheterm.ItalsosuggestedtohimthepracticaladvisabilityofinsistingthatMalvinashouldputonhissparecoat.Malvinabeingfivefeetthree,andthecoathavingbeenbuiltforamanofsixfeetone,theeffectunderordinarycircumstanceswouldhavebeencomic.WhatfinallyconvincedCommanderRaffletonthatMalvinareallywasafairywasthat,inthatcoat,withthecollarstandingupsomesixinchesaboveherhead,shelookedmorelikeonethanever.

  Neitherofthemspoke.Somehowitdidnotseemtobeneeded.Hehelpedhertoclimbintoherseatandtuckedthecoataboutherfeet.Sheansweredbythesamesmilewithwhichshehadfirststretchedoutherhandtohim.Itwasjustasmileofendlesscontent,asifallhertroubleswerenowover.CommanderRaffletonsincerelyhopedtheywere.Amomentaryflashofintelligencesuggestedtohimthathiswerejustbeginning.

  CommanderRaffleton’ssubconsciousselfitmusthavebeenthattookchargeofthemachine.Heseems,keepingafewmilesinland,tohavefollowedthelineofthecoasttoalittlesouthoftheHaguelighthouse.Thereaboutsheremembersdescendingforthepurposeofreplenishinghistank.Nothavinganticipatedapassenger,hehadfilledupbeforestartingwithasparesupplyofpetrol,anincidentthatwasfortunate.Malvinaappearstohavebeeninterestedinwatchingwhatsheprobablyregardedassomenovelbreedofdragonbeingnourishedfromtinsextricatedfromunderherfeet,buttohaveacceptedthis,togetherwithallotherdetailsoftheflight,asinthenaturalschemeofthings.Themonsterrefreshed,tugged,spurnedtheground,androseagainwitharoar;andthecreepingsearusheddown.

  OnehasthenotionthatforFlightCommanderRaffleton,asfortherestofus,thereliesinwaittotesttheheartofhimtheuglyandthecommonplace.Solargeaportionoftheyearswillbeforhimabusinessofmeanhopesandfears,ofsordidstruggle,oflowcaresandvulgarfret.Butalsoonehastheconvictionthattherewillalwaysremainwithhim,tomakelifewonderful,thememoryofthatnightwhen,godlike,herodeuponthewindsofheavencrownedwiththegloryoftheworld’sdesire.Nowandagainheturnedhisheadtolookather,andstill,asever,hereyesansweredhimwiththatstrangedeepcontentthatseemedtowrapthembotharoundaswithagarmentofimmortality.Onegathersdimlysomethingofwhathefeltfromthelookthatwouldunconsciouslycomeintohiseyeswhenspeakingofthatenchantedjourney,fromthesuddendumbnesswithwhichthecommonplacewordswoulddieawayuponhislips.Wellforhimthathislesserselfkeptfirmholduponthewheelormaybeafewbrokenspars,tossinguponthewaves,wouldhavebeenallthatwaslefttotellofapromisingyoungaviatorwho,onasummernightofJune,hadthoughthecouldreachthestars.

  Half—wayacrossthedawncameflamingupovertheNeedles,andlatertherestolefromeasttowestalong,lowlineofmist—enshroudedland.Onebyoneheadlandandcliff,flashingwithgold,roseoutofthesea,andthewhite—wingedgullsflewouttomeetthem.

  Almostheexpectedthemtoturnintospirits,circlingroundMalvinawithcriesofwelcome.

  Nearerandnearertheydrew,whilegraduallythemistroseupwardasthemoonlightgrewfainter.AndallatoncethesweepoftheChesilBankstoodoutbeforethem,withWeymouthshelteringbehindit.

  Itmayhavebeenthebathing—machines,orthegasometerbeyondtherailwaystation,ortheflagabovetheRoyalHotel.Thecurtainsofthenightfellsuddenlyawayfromhim.Theworkadayworldcameknockingatthedoor.

  Helookedathiswatch.Itwasalittleafterfour.Hehadwiredthematthecamptoexpecthiminthemorning.Theywouldbelookingoutforhim.BycontinuinghiscourseheandMalvinacouldbethereaboutbreakfast—time.Hecouldintroducehertothecolonel:\"Allowme,ColonelGoodyer,thefairyMalvina.\"ItwaseitherthatordroppingMalvinasomewherebetweenWeymouthandFarnborough.Hedecided,withoutmuchconsideration,thatthislattercoursewouldbepreferable.Butwhere?Whatwashetodowithher?TherewasAuntEmily.Hadn’tshesaidsomethingaboutwantingaFrenchgovernessforGeorgina?True,Malvina’sFrenchwasatrifleold—fashionedinform,butheraccentwascharming.Andasforsalary———TherepresenteditselfthethoughtofUncleFelixandthethreeelderboys.InstinctivelyhefeltthatMalvinawouldnotbeAuntEmily’sidea.Hisfather,hadthedearoldgentlemanbeenalive,wouldhavebeenasaferefuge.Theyhadalwaysunderstoodoneanother,heandhisfather.Buthismother!Hewasnotatallsure.Hevisualisedthescene:thedrawing—roomatChesterTerrace.Hismother’ssoft,rustlingentrance.Heraffectionatebutwell—bredgreeting.AndthenthedisconcertingsilencewithwhichshewouldawaithisexplanationofMalvina.Thefactthatshewasafairyhewouldprobablyomittomention.Facedbyhismother’sgold—rimmedpince—nez,hedidnotseehimselfinsistinguponthatdetail:\"AyoungladyIhappenedtofindasleeponamoorinBrittany.Andseeingitwasafinenight,andtherebeingjustroominthemachine.Andshe——ImeanI——well,hereweare.\"Therewouldfollowsuchapainfulsilence,andthentheraisingofthedelicatelyarchedeyebrows:\"Youmean,mydearlad,thatyouhaveallowedthis\"——therewouldbeaslighthesitationhere——\"thisyoungpersontoleaveherhome,herpeople,herfriendsandrelationsinBrittany,inordertoattachherselftoyou.MayIaskinwhatcapacity?\"

  Forthatwaspreciselyhowitwouldlook,andnotonlytohismother.Supposebyamiracleitreallyrepresentedthefacts.

  Supposethat,inspiteoftheoverwhelmingevidenceinherfavour——ofthenightandthemoonandthestars,andthefeelingthathadcometohimfromthemomenthehadkissedher——supposethat,inspiteofallthis,itturnedoutthatshewasn’tafairy.

  SupposethatsuggestionofvulgarCommonSense,thatshewasjustalittleminxthathadrunawayfromhome,hadreallyhitthemark.

  Supposeinquirieswerealreadyonfoot.Ahundredhorse—poweraeroplanedoesnotgoaboutunnoticed.Wasn’ttherealawaboutthissortofthing——somethingabout\"decoying\"and\"younggirls\"?

  Hehadn’t\"decoyed\"her.Ifanything,itwastheotherwayabout.

  Butwouldherconsentbeavaliddefence?Howoldwasshe?Thatwouldbethequestion.Inrealityhesupposedaboutathousandyearsorso.Possiblymore.Unfortunately,shedidn’tlookit.A

  coldlysuspiciousmagistratewouldprobablyconsidersixteenamuchbetterguess.Quitepossiblyhewasgoingtogetintoadevilofamessoverthisbusiness.Hecastaglancebehindhim.Malvinarespondedwithherchangelesssmileofineffablecontent.Forthefirsttimeitcausedhimadistinctfeelingofirritation.

  TheywerealmostoverWeymouthbythistime.Hecouldreadplainlytheadvertisementpostersoutsidethecinematheatrefacingtheesplanade:\"WilkinsandtheMermaid.ComicDrama.\"Therewasapictureoftheladycombingherhair;alsoofWilkins,astoutishgentlemaninstripedbathingcostume.

  Thatmadimpulsethathadcometohimwiththefirstbreathofdawn,toshakethedwindlingworldfromhispinions,toplungeupwardtowardsthestarsnevertoreturn——hewishedtoHeavenhehadyieldedtoit.

  AndthensuddenlythereleapttohimthethoughtofCousinChristopher.

  DearoldCousinChristopher,fifty—eightandabachelor.Whyhaditnotoccurredtohimbefore?OutoftheskythereappearedtoCommanderRaffletonthevisionof\"CousinChristopher\"asaplump,rubicundangelinapanamahatandapepper—and—salttweedsuitholdingoutalifebelt.CousinChristopherwouldtaketoMalvinaassomemotherlyhentoanorphanedduckling.AfairydiscoveredasleepbesideoneoftheancientmenhirsofBrittany.Hisonlyfearwouldbethatyoumightwanttotakeherawaybeforehehadwrittenapaperabouther.HewouldbedownfromOxfordathiscottage.

  CommanderRaffletoncouldnotforthemomentrememberthenameofthevillage.Itwouldcometohim.ItwasnorthwestofNewbury.

  YoucrossedSalisburyPlainandmadestraightforMagdalenTower.

  TheDownsreachedalmosttotheorchardgate.Therewasalevelstretchofswardnearlyhalfamilelong.ItseemedtoCommanderRaffletonthatCousinChristopherhadbeencreatedandcarefullypreservedbyProvidenceforthisparticularjob.

  Hewasnolongerthemoonstruckyouthofthepreviousnight,onwhomphantasyandimaginationcouldplaywhatprankstheychose.Thatpartofhimthekeen,freshmorningairhaddrivenbackintoitscell.HewasCommanderRaffleton,aneagerandalertyoungengineerwithallhiswitsabouthim.Atthispointthathastoberemembered.DescendingonalonelyreachofshoreheproceededtoagaindisturbMalvinaforthepurposeofextractingtins.Heexpectedhispassengerwouldinbroaddaylightprovetobeapretty,childish—lookinggirl,somewhatdishevelled,with,maybe,atingeofblueaboutthenose,thenaturalresultofathree—hours’flightatfiftymilesanhour.Itwaswithastartlingreturnofhisoriginalsensationswhenfirstshehadcometolifebeneathhiskissthathehaltedafewfeetawayandstaredather.Thenightwasgone,andthesilence.Shestoodtherefacingthesunlight,cladinaBurberryovercoathalfadozensizestoolargeforher.Beyondherwasarowofbathing—machines,andbeyondthatagainagasometer.A

  goodstrainhalfamileawaywasnoisilyshuntingtrucks.

  Andyettheglamourwasaboutherstill;somethingindescribablebutquitepalpable——somethingoutofwhichshelookedatyouasfromanotherworld.

  Hetookherprofferedhand,andsheleaptoutlightly.Shewasnotintheleastdishevelled.Itseemedasiftheairmustbeherproperelement.Shelookedabouther,interested,butnotcurious.

  Herfirstthoughtwasforthemachine.

  \"Poorthing!\"shesaid.\"Hemustbetired.\"

  Thatfainttremoroffearthathadcometohimwhenbeneaththemenhir’sshadowhehadwatchedtheopeningofhereyes,returnedtohim.Itwasnotanunpleasantsensation.Ratheritaddedapiquancytotheirrelationship.Butitwasdistinctlyreal.Shewatchedthefeedingofthemonster;andthenhecameagainandstoodbesideherontheyellowsands.

  \"England!\"heexplainedwithawaveofhishand.Onefanciesshehadtheimpressionthatitbelongedtohim.Graciouslysherepeatedthename.Andsomehow,asitfellfromherlips,itconjureduptoCommanderRaffletonalandofwonderandromance.

  \"Ihaveheardofit,\"sheadded.\"IthinkIshalllikeit.\"

  Heansweredthathehopedshewould.Hewasdeadlyseriousaboutit.Hepossessed,generallyspeaking,asenseofhumour;butforthemomentthismusthavedesertedhim.Hetoldherhewasgoingtoleaveherinthecareofawiseandlearnedmancalled\"CousinChristopher\";hisdescriptionnodoubtsuggestingtoMalvinaafriendlymagician.Hehimselfwouldhavetogoawayforalittlewhile,butwouldreturn.

  ItdidnotseemtomattertoMalvina,theseminordetails.Itwasevident——theideainhermind——thathehadbeenappointedtoher.

  Whetherasmasterorservantitwaslesseasytoconjecture:

  probablyamixtureofboth,withpreferencetowardsthelatter.

  Hementionedagainthathewouldnotbeawayforlongerthanhecouldhelp.Therewasnonecessityforthisrepetition.Shewasn’tdoubtingit.

  Weymouthwithitsbathingmachinesanditsgasometerfadedaway.

  KingRufuswasouta—huntingastheypassedovertheNewForest,andfromSalisburyPlain,astheylookeddown,thepixieswavedtheirhandsandlaughed.Later,theyheardtheclangoftheanvil,tellingthemtheywereintheneighbourhoodofWaylandSmith’scave;

  andsoplaneddownsweetlyandwithoutajarjustbeyondCousinChristopher’sorchardgate.

  Ashepherd’sboywaswhistlingsomewhereupontheDowns,andinthevalleyaploughmanhadjustharnessedhisteam;butthevillagewashiddenfromthembythesweepofthehills,andnootherbeingwasinsight.HehelpedMalvinaout,andleavingherseatedonafallenbranchbeneathawalnuttree,proceededcautiouslytowardsthehouse.Hefoundalittlemaidinthegarden.Shehadrunoutofthehouseonhearingthesoundofhispropellerandwasstaringupintothesky,sothatsheneversawhimuntilheputhishanduponhershoulder,andthenwasfortunatelytoofrightenedtoscream.Hegaveherhastyinstructions.ShewastoknockattheProfessor’sdoorandtellhimthathiscousin,CommanderRaffleton,wasthere,andwouldhecomedownatonce,byhimself,intotheorchard.

  CommanderRaffletonwouldrathernotcomein.WouldtheProfessorcomedownatonceandspeaktoCommanderRaffletonintheorchard.

  Shewentbackintothehouse,repeatingitalltoherself,alittlescared.

  \"GoodGod!\"saidCousinChristopherfrombeneaththebedclothes.

  \"Heisn’thurt,ishe?\"

  Thelittlemaid,throughthejarofthedoor,thoughtnot.Anyhow,hedidn’tlookit.ButwouldtheProfessorkindlycomeatonce?

  CommanderRaffletonwaswaitingforhim——intheorchard.

  SoCousinChristopher,inbedroomslippers,withoutsocks,wearingamustard—coloureddressing—gownandablackskullcapuponhishead——

  theverypictureofafriendlymagician——trottedhastilydownstairsandthroughthegarden,talkingtohimselfabout\"foolhardyboys\"

  and\"knowingitwouldhappen\";andwasmuchrelievedtomeetyoungArthurRaffletoncomingtowardshim,evidentlysoundinwindandlimb.Andthenbegantowonderwhythedevilhehadbeenfrightenedoutofbedatsixo’clockinthemorningifnothingwasthematter.

  Butsomethingclearlywas.BeforespeakingArthurRaffletonlookedcarefullyabouthiminamannersuggestiveofmystery,ifnotofcrime;andstillwithoutaword,takingCousinChristopherbythearm,ledthewaytothefartherendoftheorchard.Andthere,onafallenbranchbeneaththewalnuttree,CousinChristophersawapparentlyakhakicoat,withnothinginit,which,astheyapproachedit,roseup.

  Butitdidnotriseveryhigh.Thebackofthecoatwastowardsthem.Itscollarstoodoutagainsttheskyline.Buttherewasn’tanyhead.Standingupright,itturnedround,andpeepingoutofitsfoldsCousinChristophersawachild’sface.Andthenlookingclosersawthatitwasn’tachild.Andthenwasn’tquitesurewhatitwas;sothatcomingtoasuddenhaltinfrontofit,CousinChristopherstaredatitwithroundwideeyes,andthenatFlightCommanderRaffleton.

  ItwastoMalvinathatFlightCommanderRaffletonaddressedhimself.

  \"This,\"hesaid,\"isProfessorLittlecherry,myCousinChristopher,aboutwhomItoldyou.\"

  ItwasobviousthatMalvinaregardedtheProfessorasapersonofimportance.Evidentlyherintentionwastocurtsy,anoperationthat,hamperedbythosetrailingyardsofclingingkhaki,mightprove——soitflashedupontheProfessor——notonlydifficultbutdangerous.

  \"Allowme,\"saidtheProfessor.

  HisideawastohelpMalvinaoutofCommanderRaffleton’scoat,andMalvinawaspreparingtoassisthim.CommanderRaffletonwasonlyjustintime.

  \"Idon’tthink,\"saidCommanderRaffleton.\"Ifyoudon’tmindI

  thinkwe’dbetterleavethatforMrs.Muldoon.\"

  TheProfessorletgothecoat.Malvinaappearedashadedisappointed.Oneopinesthatnotunreasonablyshemayhavethoughttomakeabetterimpressionwithoutit.Butasmilingacquiescenceinallarrangementsmadeforherwelfareseemstohavebeenoneofhercharms.

  \"Perhaps,\"suggestedCommanderRaffletontoMalvinawhilerefasteningafewofthemoreimportantbuttons,\"ifyouwouldn’tmindexplainingyourselftomyCousinChristopherjustexactlywhoandwhatyouare——you’ddoitsomuchbetterthanIshould.\"(WhatCommanderRaffletonwassayingtohimselfwas:\"IfItellthedearoldJohnny,he’llthinkI’mpullinghisleg.Itwillsoundaltogetherdifferentthewayshewillputit.\")\"You’resureyoudon’tmind?\"

  Malvinahadn’ttheslightestobjection.Sheaccomplishedhercurtsy——orratheritlookedasifthecoatwerecurtsying——quitegracefully,andwithadignityonewouldnothaveexpectedfromit.

  \"IamthefairyMalvina,\"sheexplainedtotheProfessor.\"Youmayhaveheardofme.IwasthefavouriteofHarbundia,QueenoftheWhiteLadiesofBrittany.Butthatwaslongago.\"

  Thefriendlymagicianwasstaringatherwithapairofroundeyesthatinspiteoftheiramazementlookedkindlyandunderstanding.

  TheyprobablyencouragedMalvinatocompletetheconfessionofhersadbriefhistory.

  \"ItwaswhenKingHeremonruledoverIreland,\"shecontinued.\"I

  didaveryfoolishandawickedthing,andwaspunishedforitbybeingcastoutfromthecompanionshipofmyfellows.Sincethen\"——thecoatmadetheslightestofpatheticgestures——\"Ihavewanderedalone.\"

  Itoughttohavesoundedsoridiculoustothemboth;toldonEnglishsoilintheyearOneThousandNineHundredandFourteentoasmartyoungofficerofEngineersandanelderlyOxfordProfessor.Acrosstheroadthedoctor’soddmanwasopeninggaragedoors;anoisymilkcartwasclatteringthroughthevillagealittlelatefortheLondontrain;afaintodourofeggsandbaconcamewaftedthroughthegarden,mingledwiththescentoflavenderandpinks.ForCommanderRaffleton,maybe,therewasexcuse.Thisstory,sofarasithasgone,hastriedtomakethatclear.ButtheProfessor!HeoughttohaveexplodedinaburstofHomericlaughter,orelsetohaveshakenhisheadatherandwarnedherwherelittlegirlsgotowhodothissortofthing.

  InsteadofwhichhestaredfromCommanderRaffletontoMalvina,andfromMalvinabacktoCommanderRaffletonwitheyessoastonishinglyroundthattheymighthavebeendrawnwithacompass.

  \"Godblessmysoul!\"saidtheProfessor.\"Butthisismostextraordinary!\"

  \"WasthereaKingHeremonofIreland?\"askedCommanderRaffleton.

  TheProfessorwasawell—knownauthorityonthesematters.

  \"OfcoursetherewasaKingHeremonofIreland,\"answeredtheProfessorquitepetulantly——asiftheCommanderhadwantedtoknowiftherehadeverbeenaJuliusCaesaroraNapoleon.\"AndsotherewasaQueenHarbundia.Malvinaisalwaysspokenofinconnectionwithher.\"

  \"Whatdidshedo?\"inquiredCommanderRaffleton.TheybothofthemseemedtobeobliviousofMalvina’spresence.

  \"Iforgetforthemoment,\"confessedtheprofessor.\"Imustlookitup.Something,ifIrememberrightly,inconnectionwiththedaughterofKingDancrat.HefoundedtheNormandynasty.WilliamtheConquerorandallthatlot.GoodLord!\"

  \"WouldyoumindherstayingwithyouforatimeuntilIcanmakearrangements,\"suggestedCommanderRaffleton.\"I’dbeawfullyobligedifyouwould.\"

  WhattheProfessor’sanswermighthavebeenhadhebeenallowedtoexercisesuchstockofwitsashepossessed,itisimpossibletosay.Ofcoursehewasinterested——excited,ifyouwill.Folklore,legend,tradition;thesehadbeenhislifelonghobbies.Apartfromanythingelse,hereatleastwasakindredspirit.Seemedtoknowathingortwo.Wherehadshelearnedit?MightnottherebesourcesunknowntotheProfessor?

  Buttotakeherin!Toestablishherintheonlysparebedroom.Tointroduceher——aswhat?toEnglishvillagesociety.TothenewpeopleattheManorHouse.TothememberofParliamentwithhisinnocentyoungwifewhohadtakenthevicarageforthesummer.ToDawson,R.A.,andtheCalthorpes!

  Hemight,hadhethoughtitworthhiswhile,havefoundsomerespectableFrenchfamilyandboardedherout.TherewasamanhehadknownforyearsatOxford,acabinetmaker;thewifeamostworthywoman.Hecouldhavegoneovertherefromtimetotime,hisnotebookinhispocket,andhaveinterviewedher.

  Lefttohimself,hemighthavebehavedasasaneandrationalcitizen;orhemightnot.Therearerecordsfavouringthelatterpossibility.Thethingisnotcertain.Butasregardsthisparticularincidentinhiscareerhemustbeheldexonerated.Thedecisionwastakenoutofhishands.

  ToMalvina,onfirstlandinginEngland,CommanderRaffletonhadstatedhisintentionofleavinghertemporarilyinthecareofthewiseandlearnedChristopher.ToMalvina,regardingtheCommanderasagiftfromthegods,thathadsettledthematter.ThewiseandlearnedChristopher,ofcourse,knewofthiscoming.Inallprobabilityitwashe——undertheguidanceofthegods——whohadarrangedthewholesequenceofevents.Thereremainedonlytotenderhimhergratitude.ShedidnotwaitfortheProfessor’sreply.Thecoatalittlehinderedherbut,ontheotherhand,addedperhapsanappealingtouchofitsown.TakingthewiseandlearnedChristopher’shandinbothherown,shekneltandkissedit.

  AndinthatquaintarchaicFrenchofhers,thatlongstudyoftheChroniclesofFroissartenabledtheProfessortounderstand:

  \"Ithankyou,\"shesaid,\"foryournoblecourtesyandhospitality.\"

  Insomemysteriouswaythewholeaffairhadsuddenlybecomeimbuedwiththedignityofanhistoricalevent.TheProfessorhadthesuddenimpression——andindeeditneveraltogetherlefthimsolongasMalvinaremained——thathewasagreatandpowerfulpersonage.A

  sisterpotentate;incidentally——though,ofcourse,inhighpoliticssuchpointsareimmaterial——themostbewilderinglybeautifulbeinghehadeverseen;hadgraciouslyconsentedtobecomehisguest.TheProfessor,withabowthatmighthavebeenacquiredatthecourtofKingRene,expressedhissenseofthehonourdonetohim.Whatelsecouldaself—respectingpotentatedo?Theincidentwasclosed.

  FlightCommanderRaffletonseemstohavedonenothinginthedirectionofre—openingit.Onthecontrary,heappearstohaveusedthisprecisemomentforexplainingtotheProfessorhowabsolutelynecessaryitwasthatheshoulddepartforFarnboroughwithoutanothermoment’slossoftime.CommanderRaffletonaddedthathewould\"lookthembothupagain\"thefirstafternoonhecouldgetaway;andwassurethatiftheProfessorwouldgetMalvinatospeakslowly,hewouldsoonfindherFrencheasytounderstand.

  ItdidoccurtotheProfessortoaskCommanderRaffletonwherehehadfoundMalvina——thatis,ifheremembered.Alsowhathewasgoingtodoabouther——thatis,ifhehappenedtoknow.CommanderRaffleton,regrettinghisgreatneedofhaste,explainedthathehadfoundMalvinaasleepbesideamenhirnotfarfromHuelgoat,inBrittany,andwasafraidthathehadwokeherup.Forfurtherparticulars,wouldtheProfessorkindlyapplytoMalvina?Forhimself,hewouldnever,hefeltsure,beabletothanktheprofessorsufficiently.

  Inconclusion,andwithoutgivingfurtheropportunityfordiscussion,theCommanderseemstohaveshakenhisCousinChristopherbythehandwithmuchenthusiasm;andthentohaveturnedtoMalvina.Shedidnotmove,buthereyeswerefixedonhim.Andhecametoherslowly.Andwithoutawordhekissedherfulluponthelips.

  \"Thatistwiceyouhavekissedme,\"saidMalvina——andacuriouslittlesmileplayedroundhermouth.\"ThethirdtimeIshallbecomeawoman.\"

  IV.HOWITWASKEPTFROMMRS.ARLINGTON.

  WhatsurprisedtheProfessorhimself,whenhecametothinkofit,wasthat,leftalonewithMalvina,andinspiteofallthecircumstances,hefeltneitherembarrassmentnorperplexity.Itwasasif,sofarastheytwowereconcerned,thewholethingwasquitesimple——almosthumorous.Itwouldbetheotherpeoplewhowouldhavetoworry.

  Thelittleservingmaidwashoveringaboutthegarden.Shewasevidentlycuriousandtryingtogetapeep.Mrs.Muldoon’svoicecouldbeheardcallingtoherfromthekitchen.Therewasthisquestionofclothes.

  \"Youhaven’tbroughtanythingwithyou?\"askedtheProfessor.\"I

  mean,inthewayofafrockofanysort.\"

  Malvina,withasmile,gavealittlegesture.Itimpliedthatalltherewasofherandhersstoodbeforehim.

  \"Weshallhavetofindyousomething,\"saidtheProfessor.

  \"Somethinginwhichyoucangoabout——\"

  TheProfessorhadintendedtosay\"ourworld,\"buthesitated,notfeelingpositiveatthemomenttowhichhehimselfbelonged;

  Malvina’sorMrs.Muldoon’s.Sohemadeit\"the\"worldinstead.

  AnothergestureconveyedtohimthatMalvinawasentirelyinhishands.

  \"Whatreallyhaveyougoton?\"askedtheProfessor.\"Imeanunderneath.Isitanythingpossible——foradayortwo?\"

  NowCommanderRaffleton,forsomereasonofhisownnotatallcleartoMalvina,hadforbiddenthetakingoffofthecoat.Buthadsaidnothingaboutundoingit.SobywayofresponseMalvinaundidit.

  UponwhichtheProfessor,toMalvina’ssurprise,actedpreciselyasCommanderRaffletonhaddone.Thatistosay,hehastilyre—closedthecoat,returningthebuttonstotheirbuttonholes.

  ThefearmayhavecometoMalvinathatshewasdoomednevertoberidofCommanderRaffleton’scoat.

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