XXIX. A NECESSARY EVIL,
XXX. HOW CHANCES MOCK,
XXXI. HE SPEAKS THE MERE CONTRARY,
XXXII. A SYMPATHY OF WOE,
XXXIII. A MINT OF PHRASES IN HIS BRAIN,
XXXIV. HEART-BURNING HEAT OF DUTY,
XXXV. PARTED OUR FELLOWSHIP,
XXXVI. AS FALSE AS STAIRS OF SAND,
XXXVII. FAREWELL AT ONCE, FOR ONCE, FOR ALL AND EVER.




PAGANS


I.

SOME SPEECH OF MARRIAGE.
Measure for Measure, v--i.


A fine, drizzling rain was striking against the windows of a cosy third
floor sitting-room, obscuring what in pleasant weather was a fine
distant view of the Charles river. The apartment was evidently that of
a woman, as numerous details of arrangement and articles of feminine
use suggested; and quite as evidently it was the home of a person of
taste and refinement, and of one, too, who had traveled.

Arthur Fenton, a slender young artist, with elegant figure and deep set