her carriage and was driving to that her consciousness of it died in the importance of her interview with her father in comparing her present attitude of mind with that of last thursday she was glad to notice that to day she could not think that her father would not forgive her her talk on the subject with had reassured her he would not have been so if he had not been sure that her would forgive her in the end but there would be and at the very thought of them she felt her courage sink and she asked herself why he should make her miserable if he was going to forgive her in the end her plans were to talk to him about his choir and if that did not succeed to throw herself on her knees she remembered how she had thrown herself on her knees on the morning of the afternoon she had gone away and since then she had thrown herself at his feet many every time she sang in the the scene in which all his troubles and to had never been different from the long talks she and her father used to drop into in the dim evenings in she had cheered him when he came home depressed after a talk with the impossible father as she had since cheered in his deep brooding over the doom of the gods predicted hj when the dusky foe of love should a son in hate had always been her father and the stupid what were they she had often tried to work out the it never came out quite right but she always felt sure in setting down father as the scene in the third act when she throws herself at s feet and his forgiveness the music and the words together upon her brain was the scene that now awaited her she had at last come to this long scene and the scene she had acted as she was now going to act the real scene true that forgave after putting her to sleep on the rock where she should remain till a pure hero should come to release her a nervous smile curled her lip for a moment she trembled in her very and as they passed down the long mean streets of her thoughts out in all sorts of trivial observation and reflection she wondered if the mother who called down the narrow alley had ever been in love if she had ever deceived her husband if her father had her about the young man she kept company with the presented to her strained mind some sort of problem and the sight of the railway told her she was then she saw the at the top of the whither she had once walked to meet now it was london nearly all the way to but when they entered the familiar village street she was surprised at her dislike of it even the chestnut trees beautiful with white bloom were distasteful to her and life seemed contemptible beneath them in there was no surprise � e there was a phantom it a hundred dead and she felt she would live in any ghostly than in her very knowledge of the place was an irritation to her and she was pleased when she saw a house which had been built since she had been away but every one of the fields she knew well and the sight of every tree recalled a dead day a dead event that road to the right led to the picture gallery and at the cross road she had been nearly run over by a while a but hardly helped her in she had only to think to see it the of a certain house told her that another minute would bring her to her father s door and before the carriage turned the corner she foresaw the patch of black garden but if her father were at home he might refuse to see her and she was not certain if she should force her way past the servant or return home quietly the entire dialogue of the scene between her and margaret passed through her mind and the very of their voices but it was not margaret who opened the door to her this way miss please no i ll wait in the music room mr won t have no one wait there in his absence will you come into the parlour no i think i ll wait in the music room i m miss mr is my father what miss are you the g eat singer i suppose i am do you know miss something told me that you was the moment i saw the carriage i said here she is this is her for certain will you come this way miss i ll run and get the key and who was it said that told you i was a singer r lor miss didn t half go to hear you sing at the opera did you no i didn t go miss but i heard mr dean and your father talking of yon i ve read about yon in the papers only this morning there was a long piece if father talks of me hell forgive me thought the girl s made her smile and she said � but you ve not told me your name my name is miss have you been long with my father when i left margaret ah t she s dead miss i came to your father the day after the funeral walked up the room overcome by the eternal absence of something which had hitherto been part of her life for margaret took her back to the time her mother was alive farther back still � to the very beginning of her life she had always reckoned on margaret so margaret was dead margaret would never know of this meeting 