We walked on in silence side by side, I casting about for words that might seize hold of him. "You needn't worry about me," he continued after a while, "I'm comfortable enough. We take life easily down here where I am. We've no disappointments." "Why did you give up like a weak coward?" I burst out angrily. "You had talent. You would have won with ordinary perseverance." "Maybe," he replied, in the same even tone of indifference. "I suppose I hadn't the grit. I think if somebody had believed in me it might have helped me. But nobody did, and at last I lost belief in myself. And when a man loses that, he's like a balloon with the gas let out." I listened to his words in indignation and astonishment. "Nobody believed in you!" I repeated. "Why, _I_ always believed in you, you know that I--" Then I paused, remembering our "candid criticism" of one another. "Did you?" he replied quietly, "I never heard you say so. Good-night." In the course of our Strandward walking we had come to the neighbourhood of the Savoy, and, as he spoke, he disappeared down one of the dark turnings thereabouts. I hastened after him, calling him by name, but though I heard his quick steps before me for a little way, they were soon swallowed up in the sound of other steps, and, when I reached the square in which the chapel stands, I had lost all trace of him. A policeman was standing by the churchyard railings, and of him I made inquiries. "What sort of a gent was he, sir?" questioned the man. "A tall thin gentleman, very shabbily dressed--might be mistaken for a tramp." "Ah, there's a good many of that sort living in this town," replied the man. "I'm afraid you'll have some difficulty in finding him." Thus for a second time had I heard his footsteps die away, knowing I should never listen for their drawing near again. I wondered as I walked on--I have wondered before and since--whether Art, even with a capital A, is quite worth all the suffering that is inflicted in her behalf--whether she and we are better for all the scorning and the sneering, all the envying and the hating, that is done in her name. Jephson arrived about nine o'clock in the ferry-boat. We were made acquainted with this fact by having our heads bumped against the sides of the saloon.