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about it.โ€™ Now what do you think of this, eh?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s very good news,โ€ answered Marian.

โ€œI should think so! Ho, ho!โ€

Mr. Quarmby laughed in a peculiar way, which was the result of long years of mirth-subdual in the Reading-room.

โ€œBut not a breath to anyone but your father. Heโ€™ll be here tomorrow? Break it gently to him, you know; heโ€™s an excitable man; canโ€™t take things quietly, like I do. Ho, ho!โ€

His suppressed laugh ended in a fit of coughingโ โ€”the Reading-room cough. When he had recovered from it, he pressed Marianโ€™s hand with paternal fervour, and waddled off to chatter with someone else.

Marian replaced several books on the reference-shelves, returned others to the central desk, and was just leaving the room, when again a voice made demand upon her attention.

โ€œMiss Yule! One moment, if you please!โ€

It was a tall, meagre, dry-featured man, dressed with the painful neatness of self-respecting poverty: the edges of his coat-sleeves were carefully darned; his black necktie and a skullcap which covered his baldness were evidently of home manufacture. He smiled softly and timidly with blue, rheumy eyes. Two or three recent cuts on his chin and neck were the result of conscientious shaving with an unsteady hand.

โ€œI have been looking for your father,โ€ he said, as Marian turned. โ€œIsnโ€™t he here?โ€

โ€œHe has gone, Mr. Hinks.โ€

โ€œAh, then would you do me the kindness to take a book for him? In fact, itโ€™s my little Essay on the Historical Drama, just out.โ€

He spoke with nervous hesitation, and in a tone which seemed to make apology for his existence.

โ€œOh, father will be very glad to have it.โ€

โ€œIf you will kindly wait one minute, Miss Yule. Itโ€™s at my place over there.โ€

He went off with long strides, and speedily came back panting, in his hand a thin new volume.

โ€œMy kind regards to him, Miss Yule. You are quite well, I hope? I wonโ€™t detain you.โ€

And he backed into a man who was coming inobservantly this way.

Marian went to the ladiesโ€™ cloakroom, put on her hat and jacket, and left the Museum. Someone passed out through the swing-door a moment before her, and as soon as she had issued beneath the portico, she saw that it was Jasper Milvain; she must have followed him through the hall, but her eyes had been cast down. The young man was now alone; as he descended the steps he looked to left and right, but not behind him. Marian followed at a distance of two or three yards. Nearing the gateway, she quickened her pace a little, so as to pass out into the street almost at the same moment as Milvain. But he did not turn his head.

He took to the right. Marian had fallen back again, but she still followed at a very little distance. His walk was slow, and she might easily have passed him in quite a natural way; in that case he could not help seeing her. But there was an uneasy suspicion in her mind that he really must have noticed her in the Reading-room. This was the first time she had seen him since their parting at Finden. Had he any reason for avoiding her? Did he take it ill that her father had shown no desire to keep up his acquaintance?

She allowed the interval between them to become greater. In a minute or two Milvain turned up Charlotte Street, and so she lost sight of him.

In Tottenham Court Road she waited for an omnibus that would take her to the remoter part of Camden Town; obtaining a corner seat, she drew as far back as possible, and paid no attention to her fellow-passengers. At a point in Camden Road she at length alighted, and after ten minutesโ€™ walk reached her destination in a quiet byway called St. Paulโ€™s Crescent, consisting of small, decent houses. That at which she paused had an exterior promising comfort within; the windows were clean and neatly curtained, and the polishable appurtenances of the door gleamed to perfection. She admitted herself with a latchkey, and went straight upstairs without encountering anyone.

Descending again in a few moments, she entered the front room on the ground-floor. This served both as parlour and dining-room; it was comfortably furnished, without much attempt at adornment. On the walls were a few autotypes and old engravings. A recess between fireplace and window was fitted with shelves, which supported hundreds of volumes, the overflow of Yuleโ€™s library. The table was laid for a meal. It best suited the convenience of the family to dine at five oโ€™clock; a long evening, so necessary to most literary people, was thus assured. Marian, as always when she had spent a day at the Museum, was faint with weariness and hunger; she cut a small piece of bread from a loaf on the table, and sat down in an easy chair.

Presently appeared a short, slight woman of middle age, plainly dressed in serviceable grey. Her face could never have been very comely, and it expressed but moderate intelligence; its lines, however, were those of gentleness and good feeling. She had the look of one who is making a painful effort to understand something; this was fixed upon her features, and probably resulted from the peculiar conditions of her life.

โ€œRather early, arenโ€™t you, Marian?โ€ she said, as she closed the door and came forward to take a seat.

โ€œYes; I have a little headache.โ€

โ€œOh, dear! Is that beginning again?โ€

Mrs. Yuleโ€™s speech was seldom ungrammatical, and her intonation was not flagrantly vulgar, but the accent of the London poor, which brands as with hereditary baseness, still clung to her words, rendering futile such propriety of phrase as she owed to years of association with educated people. In the same degree did her bearing fall short of that which distinguishes a lady. The London work-girl is rarely capable of raising herself, or being raised, to a place in life above that to which she was born; she cannot learn how to stand and sit and move like a woman bred to

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