After supper, where the scallops did not fail, the four gathered before
the grate. A fire crackled, and the slender jar stood above, in reminder
of realms where form and color were the only deities. Gard thought Mrs.
Mavering had changed. Helen's pallor and thinness did not touch her
imperative identity. Mrs. Mavering had changed less in looks than in
tone. There was less languor and withdrawal. As to the relations between
her and Jack, they did not seem to be uncomfortable at present, and were
no business of his.
"Helen tells me I'm changed," he said. "Do you remember the night when I
came to see you instead of playing in Saint Mary's, and Helen played she
was a valiant knight and you were a lady hidden in a tower, and I
offered to be the ogre who was said to have a tower of his own somewhere
to be proud in? It was nearly two years ago. I think the knight is still
charging, and wanting to make wrong right by sticking a lance into it.
But the lady has come out of her tower and gone questing with the
knight, and doesn't seem quite the same. And the ogre has found the
'somewhere' of his tower even more vague than it was then, or, if he has
found it, it seems to be empty. Nothing lives there but winds and ghosts
now."
"What have you been doing?" asked Helen. "We hear stories of other
people, but we haven't any to tell. But I don't understand what you
mean."
"What I've been doing hasn't much to do with it. But I'll tell about
that, if you like. You'd better have Mavering's first."
"Singular anchorite!" Mavering murmured. "Why?"
"You'll tell it better."
"Without doubt. But a reason for waiting occurs to me."
"Don't you want to smoke?" asked Rachel, suddenly.
"It is not what I referred to, but it proves your knowledge that my
motives are physical and uninspired."
In Gard's narrative there was no mention of Map, and the discovery of
the first disguise was given to another source. It was told simply,
rather indifferently. When it was finished Mavering remarked:
"The anchorite's style has the classical merits of austerity."
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