d not be altered nor
dug up nor hidden away. They marked the road he had trodden like heavy
milestones, telling his story to every passer-by. She could read them,
as everyone else could read them. He had wasted his substance, he had
bartered his birthright for a moment's pleasure; there was no one so
low and despicable who could not call him comrade, to whom he had not
given himself without reserve. There was nothing left, and now the one
thing he had ever wanted had come, and had found him like a bankrupt,
his credit wasted and his coffers empty. He had placed himself at the
beck and call of every idle man and woman in Paris, and he was as
common as the great clock-face that hangs above the boulevards.

Miss Carson's feelings toward Kalonay were not of her own choosing, and
had passed through several stages. When they had first met she had
thought it most sad that so careless and unprincipled a person should
chance to hold so important a part in the task she had set herself to
do. She knew his class only by hearsay, but she placed him in it, and,
accordingly, at once dismissed him as a person from her mind. Kalonay
had never shown her that he loved her, except by those signs which any
woman can read and which no man can conceal; but he did not make love
to her, and it was that which first prepossessed her in his favor. One
or two other men who knew of her fortune, and to whom she had given as
little encouragement as she had to Kalonay, had been less considerate.
But his attitude toward her was always that of a fellow-worker in the
common cause. He treated her with a gratitude for the help she meant
to give his people which much embarrassed her. His seriousness pleased
her with him, seeing, as she did, that it was not his nature to be
serious, and his enthusiasm and love for his half-civilized countrymen
increased her interest in them, and her liking for him. She could not
help but admire the way in which he accepted, without forcing her to
make it any plainer, the fact that he held no place in her thoughts.
And then she found that he began to hold more of a place in her
thoughts than she had supposed any man could hold of whom she knew so
little, and of whom the little she knew was so ill. She missed him
when she went to the priest's and found that he had not sent for
Kalonay to bear his part in their councils; and at times she felt an
unworthy wish to hear Kalonay speak the very words she had admired him