ad too much time to think of my
hopelessness, my loneliness. There were moments when I seemed to be cut
off from the world. It was in one of these moments that I--I--' She made
a significant gesture. Her voice had grown faint, and her limbs trembled.

'Stay,' he said gently, 'I'll get you a seat.'

His concern about this stranger, his curiosity, occasioned no
self-questionings, no probing into motives. For the time being his
customary attitude of mind--that of the pessimist sceptically weighing
every emotion--deserted him. He had been, in his small circle in Chisley,
the one person with a tangible grievance against life, but here he found
another at more bitter variance with Fate, and weaker by far for the
fight. A mutual grievance is a strong bond. He was lifted out of himself.
When he returned he found Lucy Woodrow much more composed. She thanked
him, and seated herself in the shadow.

'Mr. Done,' she said, 'I owe you an apology. You did me a great service,
and I have made that an excuse for inflicting my troubles upon you.' Jim
noted the conventional phrases with a feeling of uneasiness. 'You are
very kind, but something I have confessed I want you to forget. I lost
control of myself.'

'You may trust me to say nothing.'

Yes, yes; I am sure of that,' she added hastily, 'but I want you to
forget. I should not like to see it in your face if we meet again.'

'Why fear that? For what you did you have to answer to yourself alone.'

'I did not confess the truth even to Mrs. Macdougal,' the girl went on in
a low voice. 'I have been a little hysterical, and it is very good of you
to bear with me.'

'I'm glad you told me; it gives me an interest, and I've never been
interested in the fate of another human creature since I was a mere boy.'

'I did wrong in the sight of God. You have saved me from a great crime.'

'No! If life had become unbearable you were justified. When you said I
had no right to interfere, you spoke the truth. No man has the right to
insist upon a fellow-creature continuing to live when life has become
intolerable.' Jim was most emphatic on this point.

'Hush! Oh, hush! I know I said it, and I have thought it too; but the
thought was born of weakness and cowardice.'

Done, who thought he understood himself clearly, and believed he had a
plan of life as precise and logical as the multiplication table, was
puzzled by a nature almost wholly emotional, and she continued:

'I mean to be brave, to