ed him up against her.
It was as a poison flowing in his veins and giving him an impulse to
bite like a mad dog.

And there was no one in the way now to hinder his reading her; Jean
lived almost entirely in his new apartments, and only came home to
dinner and to sleep every night at his father's.

He frequently observed his brother's bitterness and violence, and
attributed them to jealousy. He promised himself that some day he would
teach him his place and give him a lesson, for life at home was becoming
very painful as a result of these constant scenes. But as he now lived
apart he suffered less from this brutal conduct, and his love of peace
prompted him to patience. His good fortune, too, had turned his head,
and he scarcely paused to think of anything which had no direct interest
for himself. He would come in full of fresh little anxieties, full of
the cut of a morning-coat, of the shape of a felt hat, of the proper
size for his visiting-cards. And he talked incessantly of all the
details of his house--the shelves fixed in his bed-room cupboard to keep
linen on, the pegs to be put up in the entrance hall, the electric bells
contrived to prevent illicit visitors to his lodgings.

It had been settled that on the day when he should take up his abode
there they should make an excursion to Saint Jouin, and return after
dining there, to drink tea in his rooms. Roland wanted to go by water,
but the distance and the uncertainty of reaching it in a sailing boat if
there should be a head-wind, made them reject his plan, and a break was
hired for the day.

They set out at ten to get there to breakfast. The dusty high road lay
across the plain of Normandy, which, by its gentle undulations, dotted
with farms embowered in trees, wears the aspect of an endless park. In
the vehicle, as it jogged on at the slow trot of a pair of heavy horses,
sat the four Rolands, Mme. Rosemilly, and Captain Beausire, all silent,
deafened by the rumble of the wheels, and with their eyes shut to keep
out the clouds of dust.

It was harvest-time. Alternating with the dark hue of clover and the raw
green of beet-root, the yellow corn lighted up the landscape with gleams
of pale gold; the fields looked as if they had drunk in the sunshine
which poured down on them. Here and there the reapers were at work,
and in the plots where the scythe had been put in the men might be seen
see-sawing as they swept the level soil with the broad, wing-shaped
blad