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cause and effect would go jangling forward to some goal doubtless,but to none that she could imagine.At such moments the soul retires within,to float upon the bosom of a deeper stream,and has communion with the dead,and sees the world's glory not diminished,but different in kind to what she has supposed.She alters her focus until trivial things are blurred.Margaret had been tending this way all the winter.

Leonard's death brought her to the goal.Alas!that Henry should fade,away as reality emerged,and only her love for him should remain clear,stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out of dreams.

With unfaltering eye she traced his future.

He would soon present a healthy mind to the world again,and what did he or the world care if he was rotten at the core?He would grow into a rich,jolly old man,at times a little sentimental about women,but emptying his glass with anyone.Tenacious of power,he would keep Charles and the rest dependent,and retire from business reluctantly and at an advanced age.He would settle down--though she could not realize this.In her eyes Henry was always moving and causing others to move,until the ends of the earth met.But in time he must get too tired to move,and settle down.What next?The inevitable word.

The release of the soul to its appropriate Heaven.

Would they meet in it?Margaret believed in immortality for herself.An eternal future had always seemed natural to her.And Henry believed in it for himself.Yet,would they meet again?Are there not rather endless levels beyond the grave,as the theory that he had censured teaches?And his level,whether higher or lower,could it possibly be the same as hers?

Thus gravely meditating,she was summoned by him.

He sent up Crane in the motor.Other servants passed like water,but the chauffeur remained,though impertinent and disloyal.Margaret disliked Crane,and he knew it.

"Is it the keys that Mr.Wilcox wants?"she asked.

"He didn't say,madam."

"You haven't any note for me?"

"He didn't say,madam."

After a moment's thought she locked up Howards End.

It was pitiable to see in it the stirrings of warmth that would be quenched for ever.She raked out the fire that was blazing in the kitchen,and spread the coals in the gravelled yard.She closed the windows and drew the curtains.Henry would probably sell the place now.

She was determined not to spare him,for nothing new had happened as far as they were concerned.Her mood might never have altered from yesterday evening.He was standing a little outside Charles's gate,and motioned the car to stop.When his wife got out he said hoarsely:"I prefer to discuss things with you outside.""It will be more appropriate in the road,I am afraid,"said Margaret."Did you get my message?"

"What about?"

"I am going to Germany with my sister.I must tell you now that I shall make it my permanent home.Our talk last night was more important than you have realized.I am unable to forgive you and am leaving you.""I am extremely tired,"said Henry,in injured tones.

"I have been walking about all the morning,and wish to sit down.""Certainly,if you will consent to sit on the grass."The Great North Road should have been bordered all its length with glebe.Henry's kind had filched most of it.

She moved to the scrap opposite,wherein were the Six Hills.They sat down on the farther side,so that they could not be seen by Charles or Dolly.

"Here are your keys,"said Margaret.She tossed them towards him.They fell on the sunlit slope of grass,and he did not pick them up.

"I have something to tell you,"he said gently.

She knew this superficial gentleness,this confession of hastiness,that was only intended to enhance her admiration of the male.

"I don't want to hear it,"she replied."My sister is going to be ill.My life is going to be with her now.

We must manage to build up something,she and I and her child.""Where are you going?"

"Munich.We start after the inquest,if she is not too ill.""After the inquest?"

"Yes."

"Have you realized what the verdict at the inquest will be?""Yes,heart disease."

"No,my dear;manslaughter."

Margaret drove her fingers through the grass.

The hill beneath her moved as if it was alive.

"Manslaughter,"repeated Mr.Wilcox."Charles may go to prison.I dare not tell him.I don't know what to do--what to do.I'm broken--I'm ended."No sudden warmth arose in her.She did not see that to break him was her only hope.She did not enfold the sufferer in her arms.But all through that day and the next a new life began to move.The verdict was brought in.Charles was committed for trial.It was against all reason that he should be punished,but the law,being made in his image,sentenced him to three years'imprisonment.

Then Henry's fortress gave way.He could bear no one but his wife,he shambled up to Margaret afterwards and asked her to do what she could with him.She did what seemed easiest--she took him down to recruit at Howards End.