“Because you are so happy.” “No, not because of that. Of course I’m very happy...” He did not finish. Vague, shapeless ambition had replaced love in yonder skies. No Scientific Humanist was by to study the natural development, and guide him. This lady would hardly be deemed a very proper guide to the undirected energies of the youth, yet they had established relations of that nature. She was five years older than he, and a woman, which may explain her serene presumption. The cloud-giants had broken up: a brawny shoulder smouldered over the sea. “We’ll work together in town, at all events,” said Richard, “Why can’t we go about together at night and find out people who want help?” Lady Judith smiled, and only corrected his nonsense by saying, “I think we mustn’t be too romantic. You will become a knight-errant, I suppose. You have the characteristics of one.” “Especially at breakfast,” Adrian’s unnecessarily emphatic gastronomical lessons to the young wife here came in. “You must be our champion,” continued Lady Judith: “the rescuer and succourer of distressed dames and damsels. We want one badly.” “You do,” said Richard, earnestly: “from what I hear: from what I know!” His thoughts flew off with him as knight-errant hailed shrilly at exceeding critical moment by distressed dames and damsels. Images of airy towers hung around. His fancy performed miraculous feats. The towers crumbled. The stars grew larger, seemed to throb with lustre. His fancy crumbled with the towers of the air, his heart gave a leap, he turned to Lucy. “My darling! what have you been doing?” And as if to compensate her for his little knight-errant infidelity, he pressed very tenderly to her. “We have been engaged in a charming conversation on domestic cookery,” interposed Adrian. “Cookery! such an evening as this?” His face was a handsome likeness of Hippias at the presentation of bridecake. “Dearest! you know it’s very useful,” Lucy mirthfully pleaded. “Indeed I quite agree with you, child,” said Lady Judith, “and I think you have the laugh of us. I certainly will learn to cook some day.” “Woman’s mission, in so many words,” ejaculated Adrian. “And pray, what is man’s?” “To taste thereof, and pronounce thereupon.” “Let us give it up to them,” said Lady Judith to Richard. “You and I never will make so delightful and beautifully balanced a world of it.” Richard appeared to have grown perfectly willing to give everything up to the fair face, his bridal Hesper. Next day Lucy had to act the coward anew, and, as she did so, her heart sank to see how painfully it affected him that she should hesitate to go with him to his father. He was patient, gentle; he sat down by her side to appeal to her reason, and used all the arguments he could think of to persuade her.