[Illustration: THEIR JOINT STUDY OF HER DANCING-CARD DID NOT HELP THEM OUT] BETWEEN THE DARK AND THE DAYLIGHT Romances BY W.D. HOWELLS 1907 CONTENTS CHAP. I. A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING II. THE EIDOLONS OF BROOKS ALFORD III. A MEMORY THAT WORKED OVERTIME IV. A CASE OF METAPHANTASMIA V. EDITHA VI. BRAYBRIDGE'S OFFER VII. THE CHICK OF THE EASTER EGG ILLUSTRATIONS THEIR JOINT STUDY OF HER DANCING-CARD DID NOT HELP THEM OUT A LIVELY MATRON, OF AS YOUTHFUL A TEMPERAMENT AS THE LIVELY GIRLS SHE BROUGHT IN HER TRAIN, BURST UPON THEM "SHE SHOOK HER HEAD, AND SAID,... 'NOBODY HAS BEEN HERE, EXCEPT--'" "NO BURGLAR COULD HAVE MISSED ME IF HE HAD WANTED AN EASY MARK" "'YOU SHALL NOT SAY THAT!'" "SHE GLARED AT EDITHA. 'WHAT YOU GOT THAT BLACK ON FOR?'" I A SLEEP AND A FORGETTING I Matthew Lanfear had stopped off, between Genoa and Nice, at San Remo in the interest of a friend who had come over on the steamer with him, and who wished him to test the air before settling there for the winter with an invalid wife. She was one of those neurasthenics who really carry their climate--always a bad one--with them, but she had set her mind on San Remo; and Lanfear was willing to pass a few days in the place making the observations which he felt pretty sure would be adverse. His train was rather late, and the sunset was fading from the French sky beyond the Italian shore when he got out of his car and looked round for a porter to take his valise. His roving eye lighted on the anxious figure, which as fully as the anxious face, of a short, stout, elderly man expressed a sort of distraction, as he stood loaded down with umbrellas, bags, bundles, and wraps, and seemed unable to arrest the movements of a tall young girl, with a travelling-shawl trailing from her arm, who had the effect of escaping from him towards a bench beside the door of the waiting-room. When she reached it, in spite of his appeals, she sat down with an absent air, and looked as far withdrawn from the bustle of the platform and from the snuffling train as if on some quiet garden seat along with her own thoughts. In his fat frenzy, which Lanfear felt to be pathetic, the old gentleman glanced at him, and then abruptly demanded: "Are you an American?" We knew each other abroad in some mystical way, and Lanfear did not try to deny the fact. "Oh, well, then," the stranger said, as if the fact made everything right, "will you kindly tell my daughter, on that bench by the door yonder"--he pointed with a bag, and dropped a roll of rugs from under his arm--"that I'll be with her as soon as I've looked after the trunks? Tell her not to move till I come. Heigh! Here! Take hold of these, will you?" He caught the sleeve of a _facchino_ who came wandering by, and heaped him with his burdens, and then pushed ahead of the man in the direction of the baggage-room with a sort of mastery of the situation which struck Lanfear as springing from desperation rather than experience.