Glasgow, since the Clyde seemed to be a warm corner.

'Right,' he said. 'I only wish I was coming with you. It'll take
you a little while to understand the language. You'll find a good
deal of senseless bellicosity among the workmen, for they've got
parrot-cries about the war as they used to have parrot-cries about
their labour politics. But there's plenty of shrewd brains and sound
hearts too. You must write and tell me your conclusions.'

It was a warm evening and he dozed the last part of the journey.
I looked at him and wished I could see into the mind at the back of
that mask-like face. I counted for nothing in his eyes, not even
enough for him to want to make me a tool, and I was setting out to
try to make a tool of him. It sounded a forlorn enterprise. And all
the while I was puzzled with a persistent sense of recognition. I
told myself it was idiocy, for a man with a face like that must have
hints of resemblance to a thousand people. But the idea kept nagging
at me till we reached our destination.

As we emerged from the station into the golden evening I saw
Mary Lamington again. She was with one of the Weekes girls, and
after the Biggleswick fashion was bareheaded, so that the sun glinted
from her hair. Ivery swept his hat off and made her a pretty speech,
while I faced her steady eyes with the expressionlessness of the
stage conspirator.

'A charming child,' he observed as we passed on. 'Not without a
touch of seriousness, too, which may yet be touched to noble issues.'

I considered, as I made my way to my final supper with the