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TheywerereallydisputingaboutHelen’scharacter，andTerencewastryingtoexplainwhyitwasthatsheannoyedhimsomuchsometimes。
ButSt。Johnthoughtthattheyweresayingthingswhichtheydidnotwanthimtohear，andwasledtothinkofhisownisolation。
Thesepeoplewerehappy，andinsomewayshedespisedthemforbeingmadehappysosimply，andinotherwaysheenviedthem。
Hewasmuchmoreremarkablethantheywere，buthewasnothappy。
Peopleneverlikedhim；hedoubtedsometimeswhetherevenHelenlikedhim。Tobesimple，tobeabletosaysimplywhatonefelt，withouttheterrificself-consciousnesswhichpossessedhim，andshowedhimhisownfaceandwordsperpetuallyinamirror，thatwouldbeworthalmostanyothergift，foritmadeonehappy。
Happiness，happiness，whatwashappiness？Hewasneverhappy。
Hesawtooclearlythelittlevicesanddeceitsandflawsoflife，and，seeingthem，itseemedtohimhonesttotakenoticeofthem。Thatwasthereason，nodoubt，whypeoplegenerallydislikedhim，andcomplainedthathewasheartlessandbitter。
Certainlytheynevertoldhimthethingshewantedtobetold，thathewasniceandkind，andthattheylikedhim。Butitwastruethathalfthesharpthingsthathesaidaboutthemweresaidbecausehewasunhappyorhurthimself。Butheadmittedthathehadveryseldomtoldanyonethathecaredforthem，andwhenhehadbeendemonstrative，hehadgenerallyregretteditafterwards。
HisfeelingsaboutTerenceandRachelweresocomplicatedthathehadneveryetbeenabletobringhimselftosaythathewasgladthattheyweregoingtobemarried。Hesawtheirfaultssoclearly，andtheinferiornatureofagreatdealoftheirfeelingforeachother，andheexpectedthattheirlovewouldnotlast。
Helookedatthemagain，and，verystrangely，forhewassousedtothinkingthatheseldomsawanything，thelookofthemfilledhimwithasimpleemotionofaffectioninwhichthereweresometracesofpityalso。What，afterall，didpeople’sfaultsmatterincomparisonwithwhatwasgoodinthem？Heresolvedthathewouldnowtellthemwhathefelt。Hequickenedhispaceandcameupwiththemjustastheyreachedthecornerwherethelanejoinedthemainroad。
Theystoodstillandbegantolaughathim，andtoaskhimwhetherthegastricjuices——buthestoppedthemandbegantospeakveryquicklyandstiffly。
“D’yourememberthemorningafterthedance？“hedemanded。
“Itwasherewesat，andyoutalkednonsense，andRachelmadelittleheapsofstones。I，ontheotherhand，hadthewholemeaningofliferevealedtomeinaflash。“Hepausedforasecond，anddrewhislipstogetherinatightlittlepurse。“Love，“hesaid。
“Itseemstometoexplaineverything。So，onthewhole，I’mverygladthatyoutwoaregoingtobemarried。“Hethenturnedroundabruptly，withoutlookingatthem，andwalkedbacktothevilla。Hefeltbothexaltedandashamedofhimselfforhavingthussaidwhathefelt。
Probablytheywerelaughingathim，probablytheythoughthimafool，and，afterall，hadhereallysaidwhathefelt？
Itwastruethattheylaughedwhenhewasgone；butthedisputeaboutHelenwhichhadbecomerathersharp，ceased，andtheybecamepeacefulandfriendly。
Theyreachedthehotelratherearlyintheafternoon，sothatmostpeoplewerestilllyingdown，orsittingspeechlessintheirbedrooms，andMrs。Thornbury，althoughshehadaskedthemtotea，wasnowheretobeseen。Theysatdown，therefore，intheshadyhall，whichwasalmostempty，andfullofthelightswishingsoundsofairgoingtoandfroinalargeemptyspace。Yes，thisarm-chairwasthesamearm-chairinwhichRachelhadsatthatafternoonwhenEvelyncameup，andthiswasthemagazineshehadbeenlookingat，andthistheverypicture，apictureofNewYorkbylamplight。
Howodditseemed——nothinghadchanged。
Bydegreesacertainnumberofpeoplebegantocomedownthestairsandtopassthroughthehall，andinthisdimlighttheirfigurespossessedasortofgraceandbeauty，althoughtheywereallunknownpeople。Sometimestheywentstraightthroughandoutintothegardenbytheswingdoor，sometimestheystoppedforafewminutesandbentover
