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"Well, I can't say that I've looked at it in that light exactly," he

answered. "I suspect I'm not very good at generalising my own relations to

others, though I like well enough to speculate in the abstract. But don't

you think Mr. Peck has overlooked one important fact in his theory? What

about the people who have grown rich from being poor, as most Americans

have? They have the same experiences, and why can't they sympathise with

those who have remained poor?"

"I never thought of that. Why didn't I ask him that?" She lamented so

sincerely that the doctor laughed again. "I think that Mr. Peck--"

"Oh no! oh no!" said the doctor, in an entreating, coaxing tone, expressive

of a satiety with the subject that he might very well have felt; and he

ended with another laugh, in which, after a moment of indignant

self-question, she joined him.

"Isn't that delicious?" he exclaimed; and she involuntarily slowed her pace

with his.

The spicy scent of sweet-currant blossoms hung in the dewy air that wrapped

one of the darkened village houses. From a syringa bush before another, as

they moved on, a denser perfume stole out with the wild song of a cat-bird

hidden in it; the music and the odour seemed braided together. The shadows

of the trees cast by the electrics on the walks were so thick and black

that they looked palpable; it seemed as if she could stoop down and lift

them from the ground. A broad bath of moonlight washed one of the house

fronts, and the white-painted clapboards looked wet with it.

They talked of these things, of themselves, and of their own traits and

peculiarities; and at her door they ended far from Mr. Peck and all the

perplexities he had suggested.

She had told Dr. Morrell of some things she had brought home with her,

and had said she hoped he would find time to come and see them. It would

have been stiff not to do it, and she believed she had done it in a very

off-hand, business-like way. But she continued to question whether she had.