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separation； I cannot prevail on myself to run the risk of meeting her in
the presence of strangers； who would instantly notice my frightful color；
and betray it to her。 Think of her shuddering and starting back from my
hand when it took hers！ No！ no！ I must choose my own opportunity； in this
quiet place； of telling her what （I suppose） must be toldwith time
before me to prepare her mind for the disclosure （if it must come）； and
with nobody but you near to see the first mortifying effect of the shock
which I shall inflict on her。
〃I have only to add； before I release you； that I write these lines in
the strictest confidence。 You have promised not to mention my
disfigurement to Lucilla； unless I first give you leave。 I now； more than
ever； hold you to that promise。 The few people about me here； are all
pledged to secrecy as you are。 If it is really inevitable that she should
know the truthI alone must tell it； in my own way； and at my own time。〃
〃If it must come；〃 〃if it is really inevitable〃these phrases in Oscar's
letter satisfied me that he was already beginning to comfort himself with
an insanely delusive ideathe idea that it might be possible permanently
to conceal the ugly personal change in him from Lucilla's knowledge。
If I had been at Dimchurch； I have no doubt I should have begun to feel
seriously uneasy at the turn which things appeared to be taking now。
But distance has a very strange effect in altering one's customary way of
thinking of affairs at home。 Being in Italy instead of in England； I
dismissed Lucilla's antipathies and Oscar's scruples； as both alike
unworthy of serious consideration。 Sooner or later； time （I considered）
would bring these two troublesome young people to their senses。 Their
marriage would follow； and there would be an end of it！ In the meanwhile；
I continued to feast good Papa on Holy Families and churches。 Ah； poor
dear； how he yawned over Caraccis and cupolas！ and how fervently he
promised never to fall in love again； if I would only take him back to
Paris！
We set our faces homeward a day or two after the receipt of Oscar's
letter。 I left my reformed father； resting his aching old bones in his
own easy…chair； capable perhaps； even yet； of contracting a Platonic
attachment to a lady of his own time of lifebut capable （as I firmly
believed） of nothing more。 〃Oh； my child； let me rest！〃 he said； when I
wished him good…bye。 〃And never show me a church or a picture again as
long as I live！〃
CHAPTER THE TWENTY…FIRST
Madame Pratolungo Returns to Dimchurch
I REACHED London in the last week of Lucilla's residence under her aunt's
roof； and waited in town until it was time to take her back to Dimchurch。
As soon as it had become obviously too late for Oscar to risk the dreaded
meeting with Lucilla before strangers； his correspondence had； as a
matter of course； assumed a brighter tone。 She was in high spirits once
more； poor thing； when we metand full of delight at having me near her
again。 We thoroughly enjoyed our few days in Londonand took our fill of
music at operas and concerts。 I got on excellently well with the aunt
until the last day； when something happened which betrayed me into an
avowal of my political convictions。
The old lady's consternation； when she discovered that I looked hopefully
forward to a coming extermination of kings and priests； and a general
re…distribution of property all over the civilized globe； is unutterable
in words。 On that occasion； I made one more aristocrat tremble。 I also
closed Miss Batchford's door on me for the rest of my life。 No matter！
The day is coming when the Batchford branch of humanity will not possess
a door to close。 All Europe is drifting nearer and nearer to the
Pratolungo programme。 Cheer up； my brothers without land； and my sisters
without money in the Funds！ We will have it out with the infamous rich
yet。 Long live the Republic！
Early in the month of April； Lucilla and I took leave of the Metropolis；
and went back to Dimchurch。
As we drew nearer and nearer to the rectory； as Lucilla began to flush
and fidget in eager anticipation of her re…union with Oscar； that
uneasiness of mind which I had so readily dismissed while I was in Italy；
began to find its way back to me again。 My imagination now set to work at
drawing picturesstartling pictures of Oscar as a changed being； as a
Medusa's head too terrible to be contemplated by mortal eyes。 Where would
he meet us？ At the entrance to the village？ No。 At the rectory gate？ No。
In the quieter part of the garden which was at the back of the house？
Yes！ There he stood waiting for usalone！
Lucilla flew into his arms with a cry of delight。 I stood behind and
looked at them。
Ah； how vividly I rememberat the moment when she embraced himthe
first shock of seeing the two faces together！ The drug had done its work。
I saw her fair cheek laid innocently against the livid blackish blue of
_his_ discolored skin。 Heavens； how cruelly that first embrace marked the
contrast between what he had been when I left him； and what he had
changed to when I saw him now！ His eyes turned from her face to mine； in
silent appeal to me while he held her in his arms。 Their look told me the
thought in him； as eloquently as if he had put it into words。 〃You； who
love her； saycan we ever be cruel enough to tell her of _this？_〃
I approached to take his hand。 At the same moment； Lucilla suddenly drew
back from him； laid her left hand on his shoulder； and passed her right
hand rapidly over his face。
For an instant I felt my heart stand still。 Her miraculous sensitiveness
of touch had detected the dark color of my dress； on the day when we
first met。 Would it serve her； this time； as truly as it had served her
then？
She paused； after the first passage of her fingers over his face； with
the breathless attention to what she was about； which； in my own case； I
remembered so well。 A second time； she passed her hand over
himconsidered againand turned my way next。
〃What does his face tell _you？_〃 she asked。 〃It tells _me_ that he has
something on his mind。 What is it？〃
We were safeso far！ The hateful medicine； in altering the color； had
not affected the texture； of his skin。 As her touch had left it on her
departure； so her touch found it again； on her return。
Before I could reply to Lucilla； Oscar answered for himself。
〃Nothing is wrong； my darling；〃 he said。 〃My nerves are a little out of
order to…day； and the joy of seeing you again has overcome me for the
momentthat is all。〃
She shook her head impatiently。
〃No；〃 she said； 〃it's not all。〃 She touched his heart。 〃Why is it beating
so fast？〃 She took his hand in hers。 〃Why has it turned so cold？ I must
know。 I _will_ know！ Come indoors。〃
At that awkward moment； the most wearisome of living men suddenly proved
himself to be the most welcome of living men。 The rector appeared in the
garden； to receive his daughter on her return。 Enfolded in Reverend
Finch's paternal embraces； harangued by Reverend Finch's prodigious
voice； Lucilla was effectually silencedthe subject was inevitably
changed。 Oscar drew me aside out of hearing； while her attention was
diverted from him。
〃I saw you；〃 he said。 〃_You_ were horrified at the first sight of me。
_You_ were relieved when you found that her touch told her nothing。 Help
me to keep her from suspecting it； for two months moreand you will be
the best friend that ever man had。〃
〃Two months？〃 I repeated。
〃Yes。 If there is no return of the fits in two months； the doctor will
consider my recovery complete。 Lucilla and I may be married at the end of
the time。〃
〃My friend Oscar； are you contemplating a fraud on Lucilla？〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Come！ come！ you know what I mean！ Is it honorable first to entrap her
into marrying youand then to confess to her the color of your face？〃
He sighed bitterly。
〃I shall fill her with horror of me； if I confess it。 Look at me！ look at
me！〃 he said； lifting his ghastly hands in despair to his blue face。
I was determined not to give wayeven to that。
〃Be a man！〃 I said。 〃Own it boldly。 What is she going to marry you for？
For your face that she can never see？ No！ For your heart that is one with
her own。 Trust to her natural good senseand； better than that； to the
devoted love that you have inspired in her。 She will see her stupid
prejudice in its true light； when she feels it trying to part her from
_you。_〃
〃No！ no！ no！ Remember her letter to her father。 I shall lose her for
ever； if I tell her now！〃
I took his arm； and endeavored to lead him to Lucilla。 She as already
trying to escape from her father； she was already longing to hear the
sound of Oscar's voice again。
He obstinately shrank back。 I began to feel angry with him。 In another
moment； I should have said or done something that I might have repented
of afterwardsif a new interruption had not happened before I could open
my lips。
Another person appeared in the gardenthe man…servant from Browndown；
with a letter for his master in his hand。
〃This has just come； sir；〃 said the man； 〃by the afternoon post。 It is
marked 'Immediate。' I thought I had better bring it to you her