"Do believe me, dearest friend, when I say that I had given up all
thoughts of myself. I swear that I wanted no reward, and subsequently
acted for your good alone. My one desire was to preserve you from
sinking to the lowest depths. I know from experience how many have done
so; a few years, no more, and they either go on the streets, or grow
more and more hideous and careworn ... and then it is impossible to
tell what they were once.... And that the same fate should not befall
you, I hit on the idea about the cheque and wrote to my American
agents. Your falling in with it was such a joy to me that I didn't
sleep a wink for two nights. I knew I had saved you from ruin."
"Ruin?" queried Lilly; "what do you mean? Before the cheque came I had
earned quite a respectable sum by my art. You yourself helped; you
yourself said if I persevered----"
She paused, filled with sudden anxiety at the thought that if it came
to a rupture between them to-night her one and only prospect of making
a living would be gone.
Not a word of reassurance came from him. In stubborn silence he plucked
at the fringe of the table-cloth.
"Please speak. Have you entirely forgotten all you've done for me?"
He pulled himself erect. "If you must know all," he said with a shrug
of the shoulders, "perhaps it's as well; from this evening we'll start
clear."
"Is there anything else, then?" Lilly cried in ever-increasing dismay.
"Do you remember the day you came over the factory--I made you turn
back in the storeroom?"
"Yes, but----"
"And afterwards I made the excuse that the place was not heated."
"I remember perfectly. But what has it to do with my work?"
"If you had gone a few steps further you would have seen all your glass
plaques--fifty-six in all--the last not even unpacked."
She looked up at him as if he were her executioner. Then she sank back
and buried her face in the sofa. She had no more tears to shed, but the
soft darkness of the cushions did her eyes good. She wanted not to see,
hear, or think any more--only to die as soon as possible, before
starvation and disgrace overtook her.
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