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felt they'd never been tempted. But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands -- and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I'd never known before -- and it's better than anything I've known.''
She spoke in a low even voice, without tears or
-171-visible agitation; and each word, as it dropped from her, fell into his breast like burning lead. He sat bowed over, his head between his hands, staring at the hearthrug, and at the tip of the satin shoe that showed under her dress. Suddenly he knelt down and kissed the shoe.
She bent over him, laying her hands on his shoulders, and looking at him with eyes so deep that he remained motionless under her gaze.
``Ah, don't let us undo what you've done!'' she cried. ``I can't go back now to that other way of thinking. I can't love you unless I give you up.''

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Archer felt that at any cost he must keep her beside him, must make her give him the rest of her evening. Ignoring her question, he continued to lean against the chimney-piece, his eyes fixed on the hand in which she held her gloves and fan, as if watching to see if he had the power to make her drop them.
``May guessed the truth,'' he said. ``There is another woman -- but not the one she thinks.''
Ellen Olenska made no answer, and did not move. After a moment he sat down beside her, and, taking her hand, softly unclasped it, so that the gloves and fan fell on the sofa between them.
She started up, and freeing herself from him moved away to the other side of the hearth. ``Ah, don't make love to me! Too many people have done that,'' she said, frowning.
Archer, changing colour, stood up also: it was the bitterest rebuke she could have given him. ``I have never made love to you,'' he said, ``and I never shall. But you are the woman I would have married if it had been possible for either of us.''
``Possible for either of us?'' She looked at him with unfeigned astonishment. ``And you say that -- when it's you who've made it impossible?''
He stared at her, groping in a blackness through which a single arrow of light tore its blinding way.
``I've made it impossible -- ?''

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Madame Olenska seemed to consider this question also. ``There again: one can't tell. She told me she had had a `spiritual summons,' whatever that is, from Dr. Carver. I'm afraid she's going to marry Dr. Carver . . . poor Medora, there's always some one she wants to marry. But perhaps the people in Cuba just got tired of her! I think she was with them as a sort of paid companion. Really, I don't know why she came.''
``But you do believe she has a letter from your husband?''
Again Madame Olenska brooded silently; then she said: ``After all, it was to be expected.''
The young man rose and went to lean against the fireplace. A sudden restlessness possessed him, and he was tongue-tied by the sense that their minutes were numbered, and that at any moment he might hear the wheels of the returning carriage.
``You know that your aunt believes you will go back?''
Madame Olenska raised her head quickly. A deep blush rose to her face and spread over her neck and
-165-shoulders. She blushed seldom and painfully, as if it hurt her like a burn.

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"He took me for his housemaid," she said to herself as she ran. "How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take him his fan and gloves -- that is, if I can find them." As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name "W. RABBIT" engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves.
"How queer it seems," Alice said to herself, "to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!" And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: "'Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!' "Coming in a minute, nurse! But
-47-I've got to watch this mouse-hole till Dinah comes back, and see that the mouse doesn't get out.' Only I don't think," Alice went on, "that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!"

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"You promised to tell me your history, you know," said Alice, "and why it is you hate -- C and D," she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.
"Mine is a long and sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice and sighing.
"It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this: -- "Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, `Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you. Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial: For really this morning I've nothing to do' Said the mouse to the cur, `Such a trial dear Sir, With no jury or judge would be wasting our breath.' `I'll be judge, I'll be jury,' said cunning old Fury: `I'll try the whole cause and condemn you to death.'"
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"You are not attending!" said the Mouse to Alice severely. "What are you thinking of?"
"I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly: "you had got to the fifth bend, I think?"
"I had not!" cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily.

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Found what?" said the Duck.
"Found it," the Mouse replied rather crossly: "of course you know what `it' means."
"I know what `it' means well enough, when I find a thing," said the Duck: "it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the Archbishop find?"
The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, "` -- found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate. But the insolence of his Normans -- -' How are you getting on now, my dear?" it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.
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"As wet as ever," said Alice in a melancholy tone: "it doesn't seem to dry me at all."
"In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, "I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies -- -"

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purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face -- and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse -- and she's such a capital one for catching mice -- -oh, I beg your pardon!" cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. "We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not."
"We, indeed!" cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. "As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!"
"I won't indeed!" said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. "Are you -- are
-32-you fond -- of -- of dogs?" The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: "There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things -- I can't remember half of them --