"But" urged his companion, as though gravely, "isn't it easy _not_ to pursue success? I mean if it really makes you uncomfortable. There are so many kinds of work in art which would protect you against the perils of riches." Franks was watching her as she spoke. "Miss Cross" he said, "I suspect you are satirical. I remember you used to have a turn that way. Well, well, never mind; I don't expect you to understand me." They had passed out of Ashtead Park and were now ascending by the lane which leads up to Epsom Common. "I suppose we are both going the same way," said Franks, who had recovered all his cheerfulness. "There's a train at something after five, if we can catch it. Splendid idea of yours to have a whole day's walking. I don't walk enough. Are you likely to be going again before long?" Bertha replied that she never made plans beforehand. Her mood and the weather decided an excursion. "Of course. That's the only way. Well, if you'll let me, I must come to Walham Green, one of these days. How's Mrs. Cross? I ought to have asked before, but I never do the right thing.--Have you any particular day for being at home?--All right. If you had had, I should have asked you to let me come on some other. I don't care much, you know, for general society; and ten to one, when I do come I shall be rather gloomy. Old memories, you know.--Really very jolly, this meeting with you. I should have done the walk to Epsom just as a constitutional, without enjoying it a bit. As it is--" CHAPTER 21 It was a week or two after the day in Surrey, that Bertha Cross, needing a small wooden box in which to pack a present for her brothers in British Columbia, bethought herself of Mr. Jollyman. The amiable grocer could probably supply her want, and she went off to the shop. There the assistant and an errand boy were unloading goods just arrived by cart, and behind the counter, reading a newspaper--for it was early in the morning stood Mr. Jollyman himself. Seeing the young lady enter, he smiled and bowed; not at all with tradesmanlike emphasis, but rather, it seemed to Bertha, like a man tired and absent-minded, performing a civility in the well-bred way. The newspaper thrown aside, he stood with head bent and eyes cast down, listening to her request. "I think I have something that will do very well," he replied. "Excuse me for a moment." From regions behind the shop, he produced a serviceable box just of the right dimensions. "It will do? Then you shall have it in about half an hour." "I'm ashamed to trouble you," said Bertha "I could carry it--" "On no account. The boy will be free in a few minutes." "And I owe you--?" asked Bertha, purse in hand.