In the dark days that followed the scene with Levi, Esther's resolution had gradually formed. The position had become untenable. She could no longer remain a _Schnorrer_, abusing the bounty of her benefactors into the bargain. She must leave the Goldsmiths, and at once. That was imperative; the second step could be thought over when she had taken the first. And yet she postponed taking the first. Once she drifted out of her present sphere, she could not answer for the future; could not be certain, for instance, that she would be able to redeem her promise to Raphael to sit in judgment upon the Academy and other picture-galleries that bloomed in May. At any rate, once she had severed connection with the Goldsmith circle she would not care to renew it, even in the case of Raphael. No; it was best to get this last duty off her shoulders, then to say farewell to him and all the other human constituents of her brief period of partial sunshine. Besides, the personal delivery of the precious manuscript would afford her the opportunity of this farewell to him. With his social remissness, it was unlikely he would call soon upon the Goldsmiths, and she now restricted her friendship with Addie to receiving Addie's visits, so as to prepare for its dissolution. Addie amused her by reading extracts from Sidney's letters, for the brilliant young artist had suddenly gone off to Norway the morning after the _début_ of the new Hamlet. Esther felt that it might be as well if she stayed on to see how the drama of these two lives developed. These things she told herself in the reaction from the first impulse of instant flight. Raphael put down his pipe at the sight of her, and a frank smile of welcome shone upon his flushed face. 'This is so kind of you!' he said. 'Who would have thought of seeing you here? I am so glad. I hope you are well. You look better.' He was wringing her little gloved hand violently as he spoke. 'I feel better, too, thank you. The air is so exhilarating. I'm glad to see you're still in the land of the living. Addie has told me of your debauches of work.' 'Addie is foolish. I never felt better. Come inside. Don't be afraid of walking on the papers, they're all old.' 'I always heard literary people were untidy,' said Esther, smiling. '_You_ must be a regular genius.' 'Well, you see, we don't have many ladies coming here,' said Raphael deprecatingly, 'though we have plenty of old women.' 'It's evident you don't, else some of them would go down on their hands and knees and never get up till this litter was tidied up a bit.' 'Never mind that now, Miss Ansell. Sit down, won't you? You must be tired. Take the editorial chair--allow me a minute.' He removed some books from it.