be denied
that I see him before me in the flesh when I look across the table here;
but it's equally true that I miss him altogether, in the spirit."

Amelius sat down again on the sofa. "In plain words," he said, "you
think I have behaved like a fool in this matter?"

Rufus crossed his long legs, and nodded his head in silent approval.
Instead of taking offence, Amelius considered a little.

"It didn't strike me before," he said. "But, now you mention it, I can
understand that I appear to be a simple sort of fellow in what is called
Society here; and the reason, I suspect, is that it's not the society in
which I have been accustomed to mix. The Farnabys are new to me, Rufus.
When it comes to a question of my life at Tadmor, of what I saw and
learnt and felt in the Community--then, I can think and speak like a
reasonable being, because I am thinking and speaking of what I know
thoroughly well. Hang it, make some allowance for the difference of
circumstances! Besides, I'm in love, and that alters a man--and, I have
heard some people say, not always for the better. Anyhow, I've done it
with Farnaby, and it can't be undone. There will be no peace for me now,
till I have spoken to Regina. I have read the note you left for me. Did
you see her, when you called at the house?"

The quiet tone in which the question was put surprised Rufus. He had
fully expected, after Regina's reception of him, to be called to account
for the liberty that he had taken. Amelius was too completely absorbed
by his present anxieties to consider trivial questions of etiquette.
Hearing that Rufus had seen Regina, he never even asked for his friend's
opinion of her. His mind was full of the obstacles that might be
interposed to his seeing her again.

"Farnaby is sure, after what has passed between us, to keep her out
of my way if he can," Amelius said. "And Mrs. Farnaby, to my certain
knowledge, will help him. They don't suspect _you._ Couldn't you call
again--you're old enough to be her father--and make some excuse to take
her out with you for a walk?"

The answer of Rufus to this was Roman in its brevity. He pointed to the
window, and said, "Look at the rain."

"Then I must try her maid once more," said Amelius, resignedly. He took
his hat and umbrella. "Don't leave me, old fellow," he resumed as he
opened the door. "This is the turning-point of my life. I'm sorely in
need of a friend."

"Do you think she will marry you against the will of h