"He might, but it would only be to please me," replied Eugenia, despondingly. "No, I am afraid it is true--I am no use to anybody. Once, I remember, ever, ever so long ago," she went on, as if ten or twenty years at least were within easy grasp of her memory, "I had visions of becoming frightfully learned, of studying all my life long, and getting to the bottom of everything. What a little goose I was! Just because I had learnt Latin and German and a few other things more thoroughly than most girls! I wonder sometimes if, after all, all the trouble papa took with us has been much good to us. Look at Sydney; what will be the use of it to her, marrying at eighteen? And as for me, if I were really clever I suppose I should go on working away, absorbed in the work without thinking of any result. But I can't, Gerald. It doesn't satisfy me. I want to see and feel a result." She looked up in his face, her bright, earnest eyes full of inquiry. "Can't you help me?" they seemed to say. Could he? A tantalising vision rose before him of how at one time he had looked forward to doing so--how well he understood her, and the special phase through which she was passing! Was it too late? Was there yet a chance that by much patience and by slow degrees he might win to himself this girl whom no one understood as he understood her, whose very faults and imperfections were dear to him? The thought seemed to dazzle and bewilder him, but a glance at Eugenia made him dismiss it. She sat there beside him, in such utter unconsciousness, such sisterly reliance on his friendship, that he felt it would be cruel to her and in every sense worse than useless to disturb the existing state of things. The far off, dimly possible future must take care of itself; and after all--she could never be quite the same Eugenia to him again. So he answered her very quietly and soberly, as she expected. "You cannot judge of things quite justly at present, I think," he said, after a little pause. "I have had the same sort of feelings myself sometimes, though, of course, my life has been too busy to tempt me to yield to them much. But they will pass away again, you will find. You will come to feel that nothing well done is ever useless. And, in the meantime, there is no fear but what things will turn up for you to do. I could put you in the way of some," he continued, with a smile, "though I don't know if they would be quite to your taste. Frank sometimes takes me to task a little for some of my ideas, so we should have to be careful." "I am quite sure _I_ should agree with you," said Eugenia, eagerly. "I know you do an immense deal of good, Gerald. Papa says so, and I have often wanted to ask you about it, but I didn't like." "There is exceedingly little to tell," he replied, simply. "I am no theorist, and I limit my attempts to what I think I see a chance of doing."