l he wants is
bringing out."

They wandered to and fro. They went upstairs. They saw the bathroom.
They stood on the landing, and the unseen spaces of the house were busy
with their echoes. They then entered the room that was to be Edwin's.

"Mine!" he said self-consciously.

"And I see you're having shelves fixed on both sides of the mantelpiece!
You're very fond of books, aren't you?" she appealed to him.

"Yes," he said judicially.

"Aren't they wonderful things?" Her glowing eyes seemed to be
expressing gratitude to Shakespeare and all his successors in the
dynasty of literature.

"That shelving is between your father and me," said Edwin. "The dad
doesn't know. It'll go in with the house-fittings. I don't expect the
dad will ever notice it."

"Really!" She laughed, eager to join the innocent conspiracy. "Father
invented an excellent dodge for shelving in the hall at our house," she
added. "I'm sure he'd like you to come and see it. The dear thing's
most absurdly proud of it."

"I should like to," Edwin answered diffidently.

"Would you come in some evening and see us? Mother would be delighted.
We all should."

"Very kind of you." In his diffidence he was now standing on one leg.

"Could you come to-night? ... Or to-morrow night?"

"I'm afraid I couldn't come to-night, or to-morrow night," he answered
with firmness. A statement entirely untrue! He had no engagement; he
never did have an engagement. But he was frightened, and his spirit
sprang away from the idea, like a fawn at a sudden noise in the brake,
and stood still.

He did not suspect that the unconscious gruffness of his tone had
repulsed her. She blamed herself for a too brusque advance.

"Well, I hope some other time," she said, mild and benignant.

"Thanks! I'd like to," he replied more boldly, reassured now that he
had heard again the same noise but indefinitely farther off.

She departed, but by the front door, and hatless and dignified up
Trafalgar Road in the delicate sunshine to the next turning. She was
less vivacious.

He hoped he had not offended her, because he wanted very much--not to go
in cold blood to the famed mansion of the Orgreaves--but by some magic
to find himself within it one night, at his ease, sharing in brilliant
conversation. "Oh no!" he said to himself. "She's not offended. A
fine girl like that isn't offended for nothing at all!" He had been
invited to visit the Orgreaves! He wonder