ay-carriage containing Stephen and Elfride.

The journey from Plymouth to Paddington, by even the most headlong
express, allows quite enough leisure for passion of any sort to cool.
Elfride's excitement had passed off, and she sat in a kind of stupor
during the latter half of the journey. She was aroused by the clanging
of the maze of rails over which they traced their way at the entrance to
the station.

Is this London?' she said.

'Yes, darling,' said Stephen in a tone of assurance he was far from
feeling. To him, no less than to her, the reality so greatly differed
from the prefiguring.

She peered out as well as the window, beaded with drops, would allow
her, and saw only the lamps, which had just been lit, blinking in the
wet atmosphere, and rows of hideous zinc chimney-pipes in dim relief
against the sky. She writhed uneasily, as when a thought is swelling in
the mind which must cause much pain at its deliverance in words. Elfride
had known no more about the stings of evil report than the native
wild-fowl knew of the effects of Crusoe's first shot. Now she saw a
little further, and a little further still.

The train stopped. Stephen relinquished the soft hand he had held all
the day, and proceeded to assist her on to the platform.

This act of alighting upon strange ground seemed all that was wanted to
complete a resolution within her.

She looked at her betrothed with despairing eyes.

'O Stephen,' she exclaimed, 'I am so miserable! I must go home again--I
must--I must! Forgive my wretched vacillation. I don't like it here--nor
myself--nor you!'

Stephen looked bewildered, and did not speak.

'Will you allow me to go home?' she implored. 'I won't trouble you to go
with me. I will not be any weight upon you; only say you will agree to
my returning; that you will not hate me for it, Stephen! It is better
that I should return again; indeed it is, Stephen.'

'But we can't return now,' he said in a deprecatory tone.

'I must! I will!'

'How? When do you want to go?'

'Now. Can we go at once?'

The lad looked hopelessly along the platform.

'If you must go, and think it wrong to remain, dearest,' said he sadly,
'you shall. You shall do whatever you like, my Elfride. But would you in
reality rather go now than stay till to-morrow, and go as my wife?'

'Yes, yes--much--anything to go now. I must; I must!' she cried.

'We ought to have done one of two things,' he answered gloomily. 'Never
to have st