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preoccupied with the occasion of her visit; and to have substituted 



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that consideration for herself。 

   “I speak to Mr Harthouse?” she said; when they were alone。 

   “To Mr Harthouse。” He added in his mind; “And you speak to 

him with the most confiding eyes I ever saw; and the most earnest 

voice (though so quiet) I ever heard。” 

   “If  I   do not  understand—and   I  do  not; sir”—said  Sissy;   “what 

your  honour  as   a   gentleman binds   you  to;   in   other   matters”:   the 

blood   really   rose   in   his   face   as   she   began   in   these   words:   “I   am 

sure I may rely upon it to keep my visit secret; and to keep secret 

what I am going to say。 I will rely upon it; if you will tell me I may 

so far trust—” 

   “You may; I assure you。” 

   “I am young; as   you  see;  I   am   alone;   as  you  see。   In  coming  to 

you;    sir;  I  have  no  advice   or   encouragement       beyond    my    own 

hope。” 

   He     thought;   “But    that  is  very   strong;”   as  he   followed    the 

momentary upward glance of her eyes。 He thought besides; “This 

is a very odd beginning。 I don’t see where we are going。” 

   “I think;” said Sissy; “you have already guessed whom I left just 

now?” 

   “I have been in the greatest concern and uneasiness during the 

last four…and…twenty hours (which have appeared as many years);” 

he    returned;    “on   a   lady’s   account。    The   hopes    I  have    been 

encouraged to form that you come from that lady; do not deceive 

me; I trust。” 

   “I left her within an hour。” 

   “At—?” 

   “At her father’s。” 

   Mr Harthouse’s face lengthened in spite of his coolness; and his 



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perplexity  increased。   “Then   I   certainly;”   he   thought;   “do not   see 

where we are going。” 

    “She     hurried     there   last   night。   She    arrived    there    in  great 

agitation;   and   was   insensible   all   through   the   night。   I   live   at   her 

father’s; and was with her。 You may be sure; sir; you will never see 

her again as long as you live。” 

    Mr    Harthouse      drew    a  long    breath;   and;   if  ever   man    found 

himself   in    the   position    of  not  knowing      what    to  say;  made     the 

discovery beyond all question that he was so circumstanced。 The 

child…like ingenuousness with which his visitor spoke; her modest 

fearlessness;      her   truthfulness     which     put   all  artifice  aside;    her 

entire forgetfulness   of  herself  in   her  earnest  quiet  holding  to  the 

object     with   which     she   had    come;    all  this;  together     with    her 

reliance     on   his   easily…given     promise—which          in   itself  shamed 

him—presented something in which he was so inexperienced; and 

against   which   he   knew   any   of   his   usual   weapons   would   fall   so 

powerless; that not a word could he rally to his relief。 

    At last he said: 

    “So   startling   an   announcement;   so   confidently   made;   and   by 

such     lips;  is  really  disconcerting      in  the   last  degree。    May    I  be 

permitted to inquire; if you are charged to convey that information 

to me in those hopeless words; by the lady of whom we speak。” 

    “I have no charge from her。” 

    “The drowning man catches at the straw。 With no disrespect for 

your  judgement;   and   with  no doubt   of   your   sincerity;   excuse   my 

saying that I cling to the belief that there is yet hope that I am not 

condemned to perpetual exile from that lady’s presence。” 

    “There is not the least hope。 The first object of my coming here; 

sir;   is   to  assure   you   that   you   must   believe   that   there   is   no  more 



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hope of your ever speaking with her again; than there would be if 

she had died when she came home last night。” 

    “Must   believe?   But   if   I   can’t—or   if   I   should;   by   infirmity   of 

nature; be obstinate—and won’t—” 

    “It is still true。 There is no hope。” 

   James Harthouse looked at her with an incredulous smile upon 

his lips; but her mind looked over and beyond him; and the smile 

was quite thrown away。 

   He bit his lip; and took a little time for consideration。 

    “Well! If it should unhappily appear;” he said; “after due pains 

and duty on my part; that I am brought to a position so desolate as 

this banishment; I shall not become the lady’s persecutor。 But you 

said you had no commission from her?” 

    “I have only the commission of my love for her; and her love for 

me。 I have no other trust; than that I have been with her since she 

came home; and that she has given me her confidence。 I have no 

further trust; than that I know something of her character and her 

marriage。 O Mr Harthouse; I think you had that trust too!” 

   He    was    touched    in  the  cavity   where    his  heart   should    have 

been—in       that   nest  of  addled   eggs;   where    the  birds   of  heaven 

would     have   lived   if  they  had   not  been    whistled    away—by      the 

fervour of this reproach。 

    “I   am  not  a moral  sort   of   fellow;”   he   said;   “and   I   never   make 

any pretensions to the character of a moral sort of fellow。 I am as 

immoral   as   need   be。   At   the   same   time;   in   bringing   any   distress 

upon the lady who is the subject of the present conversation; or in 

unfortunately      compromising       her   in  any   way;   or  in  committing 

myself by any expression of sentiments towards her; not perfectly 

reconcilable with—in fact with—the domestic hearth; or in taking 



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any advantage of her father’s being a machine; or of her brother’s 

being   a    whelp;    or   of  her  husband’s      being   a   bear;   I  beg   to  be 

allowed      to   assure    you    that   I  have     had    no   particularly     evil 

intentions;   but   have   glided   on   from   one   step   to   another   with   a 

smoothness so perfectly diabolical; that I had not the slightest idea 

the    catalogue     was    half  so   long   until   I  began    to   turn   it  over。 

Whereas I find;” said Mr James Harthouse; in conclusion; “that it 

is really in several volumes。” 

    Though he said all this in his frivolous way; the way seemed; for 

that   once;   a   conscious   polishing   of   but   an   ugly   surface。   He   was 

silent    for   a  moment;       and   then    proceeded       with   a   more     self… 

possessed air; though with traces of vexation and disappointment 

that would not be polished out。 

    “After what has been just now represented to me; in a manner I 

find   it   impossible   to   doubt—I   know   of   hardly   any   other   source 

from which I could have accepted it so readily—I feel bound to say 

to   you;   in   whom   the   confidence   you   have   mentioned   has   been 

reposed;      that   I   cannot    refuse     to  contemplate       the    possibility 

(however unexpected) of my seeing the lady no more。 I am solely 

to   blame   for   the   thing   having   come   to   this—and—and;   I   cannot 

say;”   he   added;   rather   hard   up   for   a   general   peroration;   “that   I 

have   any   sanguine   expectation   of   ever   becoming   a   moral   sort   of 

fellow;    or   that   I  have   any    belief   in  any    moral    sort   of  fellow 

whatever。” 

    Sissy’s face sufficiently showed that her appeal to him was not 

finished。 

    “You spoke;” he resumed; as she raised her eyes to him again; 

“of   your   first   object。   I   may   assume   that   there   is   a   second   to   be 

mentioned?” 



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    “Yes。” 

    “Will you oblige me by confiding it?” 

    “Mr Harthouse;” returned Sissy; with a blending of gentleness 

and     steadiness      that   quite    defeated      him;    and    with    a  simple 

confidence in his being bound to do what she required; that held 

him at a singular disadvantage; “the only reparation that remains 

with you; is to leave here immediately and finally。 I am quite sure 

that   you   can   mitigate   in   no   other   way   the   wrong   and   harm   you 

have   done。   I   am   quite   sure   that   it   is   the   only   compensation   you 

have left it in your power to make。 I do not say that it is much; or 

that    it  is  enough;      but    it  is  something;      and    it  is  necessary。 

Therefore; though without  any  other  authority  than   I   have   given 

you;   and   even   without   the   knowledge   of   any   other   person   than 

yourself   and   myself;   I   ask   you   to   depart   from   this   place   tonight; 

under an obligation never to return to it。” 

    If   she   had   asserted   any   influence   over   him   beyond   her   plain 

faith in the truth and right of what she said; if she had concealed 

the    least   doubt    or  irresolution;     or  had    harboured      for   the  best 

purpose   any   reserve   or   pretence;   if   she   had   shown;   or   felt;   the 

lightest     trace     of   any    sensitiveness       to   his    ridicule    or    his 

astonishment; or any remonstrance he might offer; he would have 

carried   it   against   her   at   this   point。   But   he   could   as   easily   have 

changed a clear sky by looking at it in surprise; as affect her。 

    “But   do   you   know;”   he   asked;   quite   at   a   loss;   “the   extent   of 

what   you   ask?   You   probably  are   not   aware   that   I   am   here   on   a 

public kind of business; preposterous enough in itself; but which I 

have gone in for; and sworn by; and am supposed to be devoted to 

in quite a desperate manner? You probably are not aware of that; 

but I assure you it’s the fact。 



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