with him for what she
called gloves. I believe in my heart she was spying me, and I let her
come and go as she would, because I would not seem to be afraid of her.
So it grew. And once or twice she was useful to me. A woman, Harry,
wants to have a woman near her sometimes--even though it be such an
unwholesome creature as Sophie Gordeloup. You must not think too badly
of me on her account."

"I will not; I will not think badly of you at all."

"He is better, is he not? I know little of him or nothing, but he has a
more reputable outside than she has. Indeed I liked him. He had known
Lord Ongar well; and though he did not toady him nor was afraid of him,
yet he was gentle and considerate. Once to me he said words that I was
called on to resent; but he never repeated them, and I know that he was
prompted by him who should have protected me. It is too bad, Harry, is
it not? Too bad almost to be believed by such as you."

"It is very bad," said Harry.

"After that he was always courteous; and when the end came and things
were very terrible, he behaved well and kindly. He went in and out
quietly, and like an old friend. He paid for everything, and was useful.
I know that even this made people talk--yes, Harry, even at such a
moment as that! But in spite of the talking I did better with him then
than I could have done without him."

"He looks like a man who could be kind if he chooses."

"He is one of those, Harry, who find it easy to be good-natured, and who
are soft by nature, as cats are--not from their heart, but through
instinctive propensity to softness. When it suits them, they scratch,
even though they have been ever so soft before. Count Pateroff is a cat.
You, Harry, I think are a dog." She perhaps expected that he would
promise to her that he would be her dog--a dog in constancy and
affection; but he was still mindful in part of Florence, and restrained
himself.

"I must tell you something further," she said. "And indeed it is this
that I particularly want to tell you. I have not seen him, you know,
since I parted with him at Florence."

"I did not know," said Harry.

"I thought I had told you. However, so it is. And now, listen: He came
down to Ongar Park the other day while I was there, and sent in his
card. When I refused to receive him, he wrote to me pressing his visit.
I still declined, and he wrote again. I burned his note, because I did
not choose that anything from him should be in my possessio