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Helen began to wonder why she had spent a matter of eight pounds in making some people ill and others angry.Now that the wave of excitement was ebbing,and had left her,Mr.Bast,and Mrs.Bast stranded for the night in a Shropshire hotel,she asked herself what forces had made the wave flow.At all events,no harm was done.Margaret would play the game properly now,and though Helen disapproved of her sister's methods,she knew that the Basts would benefit by them in the long run.

"Mr.Wilcox is so illogical,"she explained to Leonard,who had put his wife to bed,and was sitting with her in the empty coffee-room.

"If we told him it was his duty to take you on,he might refuse to do it.

The fact is,he isn't properly educated.I don't want to set you against him,but you'll find him a trial.""I can never thank you sufficiently,Miss Schlegel,"was all that Leonard felt equal to.

"I believe in personal responsibility.Don't you?And in personal everything.I hate--I suppose I oughtn't to say that--but the Wilcoxes are on the wrong tack surely.Or perhaps it isn't their fault.Perhaps the little thing that says 'I'is missing out of the middle of their heads,and then it's a waste of time to blame them.There's a nightmare of a theory that says a special race is being born which will rule the rest of us in the future just because it lacks the little thing that says 'I.'Had you heard that?""I get no time for reading."

"Had you thought it,then?That there are two kinds of people--our kind,who live straight from the middle of their heads,and the other kind who can't,because their heads have no middle?

They can't say 'I.'They aren't in fact,and so they're supermen.

Pierpont Morgan has never said 'I'in his life."Leonard roused himself.If his benefactress wanted intellectual conversation,she must have it.She was more important than his ruined past."I never got on to Nietzsche,"he said."But I always understood that those supermen were rather what you may call egoists.""Oh,no,that's wrong,"replied Helen."No superman ever said 'I want,'because 'I want'must lead to the question,'Who am I?'and so to Pity and to Justice.He only says 'want.''Want Europe,'if he's Napoleon;'want wives,'if he's Bluebeard;'want Botticelli,'if he's Pierpont Morgan.Never the 'I';and if you could pierce through him,you'd find panic and emptiness in the middle."Leonard was silent for a moment.Then he said:

"May I take it,Miss Schlegel,that you and I are both the sort that say 'I'?""Of course."

"And your sister too?"

"Of course,"repeated Helen,a little sharply.

She was annoyed with Margaret,but did not want her discussed."All presentable people say 'I.'""But Mr.Wilcox--he is not perhaps--"

"I don't know that it's any good discussing Mr.

Wilcox either."

"Quite so,quite so,"he agreed.Helen asked herself why she had snubbed him.Once or twice during the day she had encouraged him to criticize,and then had pulled him up short.

Was she afraid of him presuming?If so,it was disgusting of her.

But he was thinking the snub quite natural.

Everything she did was natural,and incapable of causing offence.

While the Miss Schlegels were together he had felt them scarcely human--a sort of admonitory whirligig.But a Miss Schlegel alone was different.

She was in Helen's case unmarried,in Margaret's about to be married,in neither case an echo of her sister.A light had fallen at last into this rich upper world,and he saw that it was full of men and women,some of whom were more friendly to him than others.Helen had become "his"Miss Schlegel,who scolded him and corresponded with him,and had swept down yesterday with grateful vehemence.Margaret,though not unkind,was severe and remote.He would not presume to help her,for instance.

He had never liked her,and began to think that his original impression was true,and that her sister did not like her either.Helen was certainly lonely.She,who gave away so much,was receiving too little.

Leonard was pleased to think that he could spare her vexation by holding his tongue and concealing what he knew about Mr.Wilcox.Jacky had announced her discovery when he fetched her from the lawn.After the first shock,he did not mind for himself.By now he had no illusions about his wife,and this was only one new stain on the face of a love that had never been pure.To keep perfection perfect,that should be his ideal,if the future gave him time to have ideals.Helen,and Margaret for Helen's sake,must not know.

Helen disconcerted him by fuming the conversation to his wife."Mrs.Bast--does she ever say 'I'?"she asked,half mischievously,and then,"Is she very tired?""It's better she stops in her room,"said Leonard.

"Shall I sit up with her?"

"No,thank you;she does not need company."

"Mr.Bast,what kind of woman is your wife?"

Leonard blushed up to his eyes.

"You ought to know my ways by now.Does that question offend you?""No,oh no,Miss Schlegel,no."

"Because I love honesty.Don't pretend your marriage has been a happy one.You and she can have nothing in common."He did not deny it,but said shyly:"I suppose that's pretty obvious;but Jacky never meant to do anybody any harm.When things went wrong,or I heard things,I used to think it was her fault,but,looking back,it's more mine.I needn't have married her,but as I have I must stick to her and keep her.""How long have you been married?"

"Nearly three years."

"What did your people say?"

"They will not have anything to do with us.