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she foresaw that her own home would not be freely open to them; perhaps it might be necessary to behave with simple frankness, and let her friends know the embarrassments of the situation. But that could not be done in the first instance; the unkindness would seem too great. A day after the arrival of the girls, she received a note from Dora, and almost at once replied to it by calling at her friends’ lodgings. A week after that, Maud and Dora came to St. Paul’s Crescent; it was Sunday, and Mr. Yule purposely kept away from home. They had only been once to the house since then, again without meeting Mr. Yule. Marian, however, visited them at their lodgings frequently; now and then she met Jasper there. The latter never spoke of her father, and there was no question of inviting him to repeat his call.

In the end, Marian was obliged to speak on the subject with her mother. Mrs. Yule offered an occasion by asking when the Miss Milvains were coming again.

“I don’t think I shall ever ask them again,” Marian replied.

Her mother understood, and looked troubled.

“I must tell them how it is, that’s all,” the girl went on. “They are sensible; they won’t be offended with me.”

“But your father has never had anything to say against them,” urged Mrs. Yule. “Not a word to me, Marian. I’d tell you the truth if he had.”

“It’s too disagreeable, all the same. I can’t invite them here with pleasure. Father has grown prejudiced against them all, and he won’t change. No, I shall just tell them.”

“It’s very hard for you,” sighed her mother. “If I thought I could do any good by speaking⁠—but I can’t, my dear.”

“I know it, mother. Let us go on as we did before.”

The day after this, when Yule came home about the hour of dinner, he called Marian’s name from within the study. Marian had not left the house today; her work had been set, in the shape of a long task of copying from disorderly manuscript. She left the sitting-room in obedience to her father’s summons.

“Here’s something that will afford you amusement,” he said, holding to her the new number of The Current, and indicating the notice of his book.

She read a few lines, then threw the thing on to the table.

“That kind of writing sickens me,” she exclaimed, with anger in her eyes. “Only base and heartless people can write in that way. You surely won’t let it trouble you?”

“Oh, not for a moment,” her father answered, with exaggerated show of calm. “But I am surprised that you don’t see the literary merit of the work. I thought it would distinctly appeal to you.”

There was a strangeness in his voice, as well as in the words, which caused her to look at him inquiringly. She knew him well enough to understand that such a notice would irritate him profoundly; but why should he go out of his way to show it her, and with this peculiar acerbity of manner?

“Why do you say that, father?”

“It doesn’t occur to you who may probably have written it?”

She could not miss his meaning; astonishment held her mute for a moment, then she said:

“Surely Mr. Fadge wrote it himself?”

“I am told not. I am informed on very good authority that one of his young gentlemen has the credit of it.”

“You refer, of course, to Mr. Milvain,” she replied quietly. “But I think that can’t be true.”

He looked keenly at her. He had expected a more decided protest.

“I see no reason for disbelieving it.”

“I see every reason, until I have your evidence.”

This was not at all Marian’s natural tone in argument with him. She was wont to be submissive.

“I was told,” he continued, hardening face and voice, “by someone who had it from Jedwood.”

Yule was conscious of untruth in this statement, but his mood would not allow him to speak ingenuously, and he wished to note the effect upon Marian of what he said. There were two beliefs in him: on the one hand, he recognised Fadge in every line of the writing; on the other, he had a perverse satisfaction in convincing himself that it was Milvain who had caught so successfully the master’s manner. He was not the kind of man who can resist an opportunity of justifying, to himself and others, a course into which he has been led by mingled feelings, all more or less unjustifiable.

“How should Jedwood know?” asked Marian.

Yule shrugged his shoulders.

“As if these things didn’t get about among editors and publishers!”

“In this case, there’s a mistake.”

“And why, pray?” His voice trembled with choler. “Why need there be a mistake?”

“Because Mr. Milvain is quite incapable of reviewing your book in such a spirit.”

“There is your mistake, my girl. Milvain will do anything that’s asked of him, provided he’s well enough paid.”

Marian reflected. When she raised her eyes again they were perfectly calm.

“What has led you to think that?”

“Don’t I know the type of man? Noscitur ex sociis⁠—have you Latin enough for that?”

“You’ll find that you are misinformed,” Marian replied, and therewith went from the room.

She could not trust herself to converse longer. A resentment such as her father had never yet excited in her⁠—such, indeed, as she had seldom, if ever, conceived⁠—threatened to force utterance for itself in words which would change the current of her whole life. She saw her father in his worst aspect, and her heart was shaken by an unnatural revolt from him. Let his assurance of what he reported be ever so firm, what right had he to make this use of it? His behaviour was spiteful. Suppose he entertained suspicions which seemed to make it his duty to warn her against Milvain, this was not the way to go about it. A father actuated by simple motives of affection would never speak and look thus.

It was the hateful spirit of literary rancour that ruled him; the spirit that made people eager to believe all evil, that blinded and maddened. Never had

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