day and the would be ready by to morrow morning i won t go to my aunt s i will be an independent woman i have been as if i were a child of six i ll be your wife if it is as easy as you say they stopped the cab while they held a consultation had rooms and a in the neighbourhood of hill but it would be hardly desirable to take her thither till they were married they decided to go to an hotel changing their direction therefore they went a sketch of a temperament back to the and soon themselves in one of the venerable old of i garden a which in those days was frequented by west country people then left her and proceeded on his errand eastward it was about three o clock when having arranged all by this sudden change of front he began strolling slowly back he felt bewildered and to walk was a relief gazing occasionally into this shop window and that he called a as by an inspiration and directed the driver to gardens arrived here he rang the bell of a and in a minute or two it was answered by a young man in shirt sleeves about his own age with a great on his left thumb o you i thought you were in the country come in i m awfully glad of this i am here in town finishing off a painting for an american who wants to take it back with him followed his friend into the where a pretty young woman was sitting sewing at a signal from the painter she disappeared without speaking i can see from your face you have something the well beloved to say so we ll have it all to ourselves you are in some trouble what ll you drink oh i it doesn t matter what so that it is in some shape or form now you must just listen to me for i have something to tell had sat down in an arm chair and had resumed his painting when a servant had brought in brandy to soothe s nerves and to take off the injurious effects of the brandy and milk to take off the effects of the began his narrative addressing it rather to s and s clock and s than to himself who stood at his picture a little behind his friend before i tell you what has happened to me said i want to let you know the manner of man i am lord � i know already no you don t it is a sort of thing one doesn t like to talk of i lie awake at night thinking about it no said with more sympathy seeing that his friend was really troubled i am under a curious curse or influence i a sketch of a temperament am posed puzzled and perplexed by the of a creature � a deity rather by as a poet would put it as i should put it myself in marble but i forget � this is not to be a wail but a defence � a sort of pro me that s better fire away i i the well beloved her earlier i you are not i know one of those who continue to indulge in the world wide fond superstition that the beloved one of any man always or even usually cares to remain in one nook or shell for any great length of time however much he may wish her to do so if i am wrong and you do still hold to that ancient error � well my story will seem rather queer suppose you say some men not any man all right � fu say one man this man only if you are so particular we are a strange visionary race down where i come from and perhaps that accounts for it the beloved of this one man then has had many � too many to describe in detail each shape or a sketch of a temperament has been a temporary residence only which she has entered lived in a while and made her exit from leaving the substance so far as i have been concerned a corpse worse luck now there is no nonsense in this � it is simple fact put in the plain form that the conventional public are afraid of so much for the principle good go on well the first of her occurred so nearly as i can recollect when i was about the age � of nine her vehicle was a little girl of eight or so one of a family of eleven with hair about her shoulders which attempted to curl but failed hanging like chimney only this defect used rather to trouble me and was i believe one of the main reasons of my beloved s departure from that i cannot remember with any when the departure occurred i know it was after i had kissed my little friend in a garden seat on a hot under a blue umbrella which we had opened over us as we sat that through east might not observe our marks of affection forgetting that our screen must attract more attention than our persons the well beloved when the whole dream came to an end through her father leaving the island i thought my well beloved had gone for ever being then in the condition of adam at sight of the first sunset but she had not had gone for ever but not my beloved for some months after i had done crying for the haired edition of her my love did not then she came suddenly in a situation i should never have predicted i was standing on the of the pavement in outside the preparatory school looking across towards the sea when a middle aged gentleman on horseback and beside him a young lady also mounted 