XII. HE STANDS BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
XIII. HE JOURNEYS AFAR
XIV. IN WHICH THE PAST IS REPEATED
XV. WHEREIN IS SEEN THE OLD ADAM AND THE GARDEN
XVI. WHEREIN LOVE SNOWS NO LAW SAVE THE MAN'S
XVII. THE MAN AND THE WOMAN FACE THE INTOLERABLE
XVIII. "RETURN, O SHULAMITE!"




INTRODUCTION

While I was studying the life of French Canada in the winter of 1892,
in the city of Quebec or in secluded parishes, there was forwarded to me
from my London home a letter from Mr. Arrowsmith, the publisher, asking
me to write a novel of fifty thousand or sixty thousand words for what
was called his Annual. In this Annual had appeared Hugh Conway's 'Called
Back' and Anthony Hope's 'Prisoner of Zenda', among other celebrated
works of fiction. I cabled my acceptance of the excellent offer made me,
and the summer of 1893 found me at Audierne, in Brittany, with some
artist friends--more than one of whom has since come to eminence--living
what was really an out-door literary life; for the greater part of 'The
Trespasser' was written in a high-walled garden on a gentle hill, and the
remainder in a little tower-like structure of the villa where I lodged,
which was all windows. The latter I only used when it rained, and the
garden was my workshop. There were peaches and figs on the walls,
pleasant shrubs surrounded me, and the place was ideally quiet and
serene. Coffee or tea and toast was served me at 6.30 o'clock A.M., my
pad was on my knee at 8, and then there was practically uninterrupted