TO THE LIGHTHOUSEwithout looking round, that every one at the tablewas listening to the voice saying:I wonder if it seems to youLuriana, Lurileewith the same sort of relief and pleasure that shehad, as if this were, at last, the natural thing tosay, this were their own voice speaking.

But the voice stopped. She looked round.She made herself get up. Augustus Carmichaelhad risen and, holding his table napkin so that itlooked like a long white robe he stood chanting:To see the Kings go ridingsbyOver lawn and daisy leaWith their palm leaves and cedar sheaves,Luriana, Lurilee,and as she passed him he turned slightly towardsher repeating the last words:Luriana, Lurilee,and bowed to her as if he did her homage.Without knowing why, she felt that he liked herbetter than he had ever done before; and with afeeling of relief and gratitude she returned hisbow and passed through the door which he heldopen for her.

It was necessary now to carry everything a stepfurther. With her foot on the threshold shewaited a moment longer, in a scene which wasI72