"Simply because I am not quite so contemptible as you think me. I don't quarrel with my sister, and come back after some years to make it up just because I want to make a demand on her purse." "You haven't accustomed me to credit you with high motives, Reuben." "No. And I have never succeeded in making you understand me. I suppose it's hopeless that you ever will. We are too different. You regard me as a vulgar reprobate, who by some odd freak of nature happens to be akin to you. I can picture so well what your imagination makes of me. All the instances of debauchery and general blackguardism that the commerce of life has forced upon your knowledge go towards completing the ideal. It's a pity. I have always felt that you and I might have been a great deal to each other if you had had a reasonable education. I remember you as a child rebelling against the idiocies of your training, before your brain and soul had utterly yielded; then you were my sister, and even then, if it had been possible, I would have dragged you away and saved you." "I thank Heaven," said Miriam, "that my childhood was in other hands than yours!" "Yes; and it is very bitter to me to hear you say so." Miriam kept silence, but looked at him less disdainfully. "I suppose," he said, "the people you are staying with have much the same horror of my name as you have." "You speak as loosely as you think. The Spences can scarcely respect you." "You purpose remaining with them all the winter?" "It is quite uncertain. With what intentions have you come here? Do you wish me to speak of you to the Spences or not?" He still kept looking about the room. Perhaps upon him too the baleful southern wind was exercising its influence, for he sat listlessly when he was not speaking, and had a weary look. "You may speak of me or not, as you like. I don't see that anything's to be gained by my meeting them; but I'll do just as you please." "You mean to stay in Naples?" "A short time. I've never been here before, and, as I said, I may as well be here as anywhere else." "When did you last see Mr. Mallard?" "Mallard? Why, what makes you speak of him?" "You made his acquaintance, I think, not long after you last saw me." "Ha! I understand. That was why he sought me out. You and your friends sent him to me as a companion likely to 'do me good.'" "I knew nothing of Mr. Mallard then--nothing personally. But he doesn't seem to be the kind of man whose interest you would resent." "Then you know him?" Reuben asked, in a tone of some pleasure. "He is in Naples at present." "I'm delighted to hear it. Mallard is an excellent fellow, in his own way, Somehow I've lost sight of him for a long time. He's painting here, I suppose? Where can I find him?" "I don't know his address, but I can at once get it for you. You are sure that he will welcome you?" "Why not? Have you spoken to him about me?" "No," Miriam replied distantly.