The man turned half impatiently and glanced about him. The front of the old grey house was flooded with light, and the lawn below the terrace glowed luminously green. The shadows of the hollies and cypresses were thin and unsubstantial, but where a beach overarched the grass, Evelyn and Mrs. Chisholm, attired in light draperies, reclined in basket chairs. Carroll, who wore thin grey tweed, stood close by, talking to Mabel, and Chisholm sat a little apart upon a bench with a newspaper in his hand. He looked half asleep, and a languorous, stillness pervaded the whole scene. "Wouldn't you like this kind of thing as well?" he asked. "Of course, I mean what it implies--the power to take life easily and get as much enjoyment as possible out of it. It wouldn't be difficult, if you would only take what I'd be glad to give you." He indicated the languid figures in the foreground. "You could, for instance, spend your time among folks like these; and, after all, it's what you were meant to do." "Well," said Lucy, "I believe I'm more at home with the other kind of folks--those in poverty, squalor, and ignorance. I've an idea they've a stronger claim on me, but that's not a point I can urge. The fact is, I've chosen my career, and there are practical reasons why I shouldn't abandon it. I had a good deal of trouble in getting a footing, and if I fell out now, it would be harder still to take my place in the ranks again." "But you wouldn't require to do so." "I can't be sure. I don't want to hurt you; but, after all, your success was sudden, and one understands that it isn't wise to depend upon an income derived from mining properties." "None of you ever did believe in me." "I suppose there's some truth in that; you really did give us some trouble. Somehow you were different--you wouldn't fit in--though I believe the same thing applied to me, for that matter." "And now you don't expect my prosperity to last?" The girl hesitated, but she was candid by nature. "Perhaps I had better answer. You have it in you to work determinedly and, when it's necessary, to do things that men with less courage would shrink from; but I doubt if yours is the temperament that leads to success. You haven't the huckster's instincts; you're not cold-blooded enough. You wouldn't cajole your friends or truckle to your enemies." "If I adopted the latter course, it would be very much against the grain," Vane confessed. Lucy laughed. "Well," she said, "I mean to go on earning my living; but you can take me up to London for a few days and buy me some hats and things. Then I don't mind you giving something to the Emancipation Society." "I don't know if I believe in emancipation or not, but you can have ten guineas." "Thank you," said Lucy, glancing round towards Carroll, who was approaching them with Mabel. "I'll give you a piece of advice--stick to that man. He's cooler and less headstrong than you are; he'll prove a useful friend."