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Instructor’s Manual for Nutrition for Sport &

Exercise 3e Chapter 2 – Defining and Measuring
Energy
Overarching Concepts
1. The energy contained in food is converted to chemical energy in the body and
used immediately or stored for later use.
2. The caloric content of foods can be estimated but the precise amount of energy that
food yields in the human body is not known.
3. Energy expenditure can be measured, but not easily. An open-circuit metabolic
measurement system found in most exercise physiology labs is a reasonably practical
and accurate measurement technique.
4. Resting metabolic rate (RMR) can be measured with reasonable accuracy. Most of the
influences on RMR are not under voluntary control or are subtle. Increasing skeletal
muscle via resistance exercise is a practical and effective way to increase RMR.
5. Caloric intake, RMR, thermic effect of food (TEF), and energy expenditure through physical
activity can be reasonably estimated. These estimates can be used to determine “energy
in” and “energy out” and to predict whether energy balance or imbalance is likely.

Learning Objectives
LO 2.1 Define and explain bioenergetics (using in your definition ATP, calorie, kilocalorie,
and other energy-related terms), explain the concepts of energy transfer and utilization in
the body, and identify the primary source of energy in the body and how it is used by
skeletal muscle during exercise.
LO 2.2 Explain how the energy content of food and energy expenditure are measured
directly and indirectly and how the most accurate estimates can be made.
LO 2.3 List and explain the components of the energy balance equation, the factors that
influence metabolic rate, how metabolic rate is measured or predicted, and the impact
of physical activity on energy expenditure.

Chapter Outline
I. Introduction
A. Pre-test assessment
B. Introductory concepts
1. Energy is a huge topic
2. Understanding how to define and measure energy is a good starting point
3. Energy balance is simply defined as “Energy in = Energy out”

II. 2.1 Energy and energy concepts

Energy contained in food is transferred to other forms that can be used in the body.
 High-energy phosphates such as adenosine triphosphate (ATP) are chemicals that
can store and release energy.
ATP is the common energy source used by all cells in the body.
Energy for muscle contraction is provided directly by ATP.
Three major energy systems are used to replace ATP that is used for muscle
contraction.

A. Energy is the ability to perform work.

1. Definition: Energy is the ability to do work
2. Energy exists in different forms
a. Chemical work (e.g. stored carbohydrate or fat for later use)

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 b. Electrical work (e.g. transmission of neurological impulses)
c. Mechanical work (e.g. force production by skeletal muscle)
d. Transportation work (delivery of oxygen and nutrients to tissues)
3. First Law of Thermodynamics
a. “Within in a closed system, energy is neither created or destroyed”
b. Humans are relatively inefficient “machines”
4. Storing and releasing energy
a. Potential energy
1. Stored energy (e.g. water behind a dam, muscle glycogen)
b. Kinetic energy
1. Energy of motion (e.g. release of water from a dam, use of glycogen
during exercise)
c. Endergonic reactions
1. Processes or reactions that store energy
2. Examples: setting a mousetrap, rephosphorylation of ADP to form ATP
d. Exergonic reactions
1. Processes or reactions that release energy
2. Examples: springing of a mousetrap, release of energy when ATP
is hydrolyzed
B. High-energy phosphate compounds store and release energy.
1. Adenosine triphosphate (ATP)
a. Structure
b. Breakdown of ATP and the release of energy
c. Spotlight on... The Role of Enzymes
2. Use of ATP by muscle
a. Attachment (crossbridges)
1. Energy from ATP puts myosin heads in an energized state
b. Force production (contraction)
1. Power stroke
2. Sliding Filament Theory
c. Detachment (relaxation)
1. Reloading of ATP on the myosin head
d. ATP concentration in muscle
1. Does not drop more than 20-30%
2. Muscle fatigues and protects against ATP depletion
3. Resynthesis of ATP
a. ADP is rephosphorylated to form ATP
b. Three energy systems to replenish ATP
1. Creatine phosphate
2. Anaerobic glycolysis
3. Oxidative phosphorylation

Question for discussion: What happens when ATP levels in muscle decrease too much?

III. 2.2 Measuring Energy

The SI unit of measure for energy is the Joule (J).
Because the amount of energy expressed by a Joule is small, the kilojoule (kJ) is
commonly used when expressing the energy contained in food. In countries such as the
United States, energy in food is expressed as kilocalories (kcal), with 1 kcal being equal
to 4.2 kJ.
The energy content of foods is determined by direct calorimetry in which the heat
energy released is measured when they are burned in a bomb calorimeter.

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 The energy content of carbohydrates, fats, proteins, and alcohol is expressed as the
number of kilocalories per gram of that food, and is approximately 4, 9, 4, and 7
kcal/g, respectively.
Energy expenditure by individuals can be measured by direct calorimetry in room-size
calorimeters or by indirect calorimetry by measuring the amount of oxygen consumed
and carbon dioxide produced.

A. Introductory concepts
1. International System of Units (SI units)
2. Joule (J)
3. Correct terminology: Calorie (C) or kilocalorie (kcal) or kilojoule (kJ)
4. Commonly used in the U.S.: calorie (cal)
5. To convert kJ to kcal: divide kJ by 4.2 kcal/kJ
a. 8,400 kJ ÷ 4.2 kcal/kJ = 2,000 kcal
B. The energy content of food is measured by calorimetry.
1. Direct calorimetry
a. Bomb calorimeter measures temperature change when food is burned
2. Caloric content of carbohydrates, fats, proteins, and alcohol
a. Bomb calorimeter vs. human calorimeter
1. Humans cannot completely burn protein
2. Carbohydrates
a. 4.2 kcal/g (rounded to 4 kcal/g)
3. Proteins
a. 5.7 kcal/g in bomb calorimeter
b. Nitrogen cannot be oxidized by humans
c. 4.2 kcal/g (rounded to 4 kcal/g)
4. Fats
a. 9.4 kcal/g (rounded to 9 kcal/g)
5. Alcohol
a. 7.0 kcal/g (slightly less if liver cells are damaged)
6. “Rule of thumb” calculations
a. 10 g carbohydrate or protein = 40 kcal
b. 10 g fat = 90 kcal
c. 10 g alcohol (ethanol) = 70 kcal
7. All caloric values for humans are only estimates
a. Strict “calorie counting” not recommended
C. The amount of energy expended can be measured directly or indirectly.
1. Direct calorimetry
a. Measures temperature change by measuring heat associated with
energy expenditure
b. Whole-room calorimeters are used for research
2. Indirect calorimetry
a. Measures relationship between oxygen consumption, carbon dioxide production,
and energy expenditure
b. Whole-room calorimeters are used for research
c. Open-circuit metabolic measurement systems
1. 1 liter (1 L) oxygen consumed = approximately 5 kcal of energy expenditure
2. Figure includes energy used for resting metabolism
3. Resting metabolic rate (RMR) can be calculated separately
4. Used in exercise physiology labs (AND in specialized practice; e.g., exercise
physiology professionals who take measurements in the athletes’ usual
work environments)
d. Portable systems
1. Measuring RMR
a. Guidelines for more accurate measurement

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 1. Fast for at least 5 hr
2. Abstain from alcohol or nicotine for at least 2 hr
3. Abstain from caffeine for at least 4 hr
4. Abstain from vigorous resistance exercise for at least 14 hr
5. Abstain from moderate exercise for at least 2 hr
b. Used in nonresearch settings such as health clubs
2. Estimating energy expenditure
a. Used for research
e. Long-term measurements
1. Doubly Labeled Water (DLW)
a. Used for research
f. Accuracy - Focus on Research highlight

Questions for discussion: (1) What type of energy expenditure measurement device would be
best suited to obtaining accurate measurements while an athlete is performing in his or her
sport (for example, playing soccer)? (2) What is meant by the statement, “Food = fuel =
exercise?”

IV. 2.3 Concepts of energy balance

Energy intake is determined by recording and analyzing food intake, which must
be done accurately for the results to be meaningful.
The major influences on energy expenditure are resting metabolism and
physical activity.
Resting metabolism accounts for approximately 70 percent of a sedentary person’s
daily energy expenditure and can be influenced by a variety of factors. The two major
factors under voluntary control are avoiding a starvation diet and building and
maintaining skeletal muscle mass.
Resting metabolic rate and total energy expenditure can be measured by direct or
indirect calorimetry, and/or estimated by using prediction equations.
The factor contributing to daily energy expenditure that can be influenced the most
by voluntary behavior is physical activity.
Energy balance refers to the relationship between the amount of energy consumed and
the amount of energy expended, usually on a daily (24-hour) basis.
Athletes should first consider their energy expenditure and then plan their
energy intake to meet the demands and goals of their training and competition.

A. “Energy in = energy out”

B. Energy intake is estimated by analyzing daily food and beverage consumption.
1. Self-reported food intake
a. Accurate recording is needed
b. Portion sizes must be estimated correctly
c. Food intake is typically underestimated by 10-20%
d. Errors in data entry can occur
C. Components of energy expenditure can be estimated by different methods.
1. Total Energy Expenditure (TEE)
a. Resting metabolism
b. Thermic effect of food
c. Physical activity
2. Basal and resting metabolism
a. The major component of TDEE
b. Basal metabolic rate (BMR)
1. Minimal amount of energy needed to sustain life
2. Measured under defined laboratory conditions
3. Used for research

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 c. Resting metabolic rate (RMR)
1. Estimate of BMR
2. Measured under less strict conditions
3. RMR is typically 10% greater than BMR
4. Used for practical purposes
5. Approximately 70% of TEE is attributed to RMR
6. Factors affecting RMR
a. Not under voluntary control
1. Gender
a. RMR slightly less for females
2. Genetics
a. RMR tends to be similar among family members
3. Age
a. RMR decreases with age
b. Approximately 1-2% decrease per decade
4. Height
a. Larger body surface area = higher RMR
5. Thyroid hormones
b. Substantial influence, under some voluntary control
1. Starvation
a. Decreases RMR by 20% or more
b. Too severe of a caloric restriction impedes weight loss
c. RMR does not return to baseline immediately after re-feeding
2. Amount of fat-free mass
a. Increases RMR because fat-free tissue is more metabolically
active than fat
b. Resistance exercise can increase fat-free tissue
c. Subtle influence, under some voluntary control
1. Exercise
a. Study results are inconsistent
b. Consensus opinion: RMR increased for short period of time (10-
90 minutes)
2. Environmental temperature/altitude
a. Increased RMR if colder or higher altitude
b. Increase is temporary
3. Caffeine
a. RMR increased for short period of time (approximately 2-3 hrs)
3. Estimating resting metabolic rate (RMR)
a. For practical reasons, typically estimated via prediction equations
b. Prediction equations are only estimates
1. Mifflin-St. Jeor is reasonably accurate to use with nonobese and obese
healthy Caucasians (excellent step-by-step instructions in Figure 2.23)
2. Cunningham equation better accounts for fat-free mass and may be
more accurate to use with athletes
3. A very simple formula is used when no other method is available
4. Thermic Effect of Food (TEF)
a. Energy required for the digestion and absorption of food
b. Estimated to be 10% of total caloric intake for the day
c. Proteins increase TEF more than carbohydrates
d. Effect of TEF on RMR is very small
5. Physical activity
a. Under substantial voluntary control
b. Can be a substantial influence on TEE
6. Estimating daily energy expenditure through physical activity
a. Self-reported activity logs are the most practical method

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 7. Estimating energy expended by a single physical activity
a. Use of computer program is easy and practical
b. Hand calculations are also possible
c. Estimates typically include RMR as well as energy expended from the activity D.
Estimated Energy Requirement is a daily balance of energy intake and expenditure.
1. Estimated energy requirement (EER)
2. Use of computer program is easy and practical
3. A “ballpark” figure is used when no other method is available
a. “Ballpark” figures based on gender and physical activity level
1. Range: 30 kcal to 58 kcal/kg/day
2. Estimates derived from surveys and clinical observations

Question for discussion: What are the advantages and disadvantages of the various methods for
estimating energy expenditure for physical activities such as walking or jogging?

V. Summary and review

A. Chapter summary
B. Post-test assessment
C. Review questions
D. References

Supplementary Teaching Materials and Classroom Activities

Note: The text chapter includes an application exercise requiring determination of RMR
and exercise-related energy expenditure (p. 60).

Activity 2-1
Arrange for students to observe or participate in indirect calorimetry of energy expenditure in
an on-campus exercise physiology laboratory by contacting the lab early in the semester. Most
exercise phys labs have an open-circuit metabolic measurement system that can be
demonstrated to students. Other indirect calorimetry methods for determining energy
expenditure may also be available. Students may be allowed to sign up for such
measurements, although a fee may be required.
Similarly, a determination of resting metabolic rate (RMR) may be available to students. If
demonstrated, have students calculate estimated RMR using the simplified formula (see
Figure 2.25 on page 57). When the measurement RMR estimate is available have students
compare the two estimates and discuss the magnitude of and reasons for the difference.

Activity 2-2
Have students practice energy calculations and conversions. This can be an in-class exercise or
an out-of-class assignment. Some sample calculation questions are shown here (answers
follow).

In-Class Assignment
Please show your work on calculations so that if you make a mistake you will be able to see
where the mistake was made.
1. On average, male jockeys consume approximately 6769 kJ daily. How many kcal
are consumed?
2. Female jockeys consume approximately 1,480 kcal daily. How many kJ are consumed?
3. How many kcal in 1 teaspoon of oil?
4. How many kcal in a 12 oz. Budweiser beer?

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5. If a food contains 35 g carbohydrate, 4 g protein, and 14 g fat, how many kcal are
there? How many kJ are in this food?
6. Determine your body weight in kg. If you do not wish to use your own weight, calculate the
body weight in kg of someone who weights 176 lb.

In-Class Assignment Answers

1. On average, male jockeys consume approximately 6769 kJ daily. How many kcal
are consumed?
6769 kJ ÷ 4.2 kcal/kJ = 1,612 kcal
2. Female jockeys consume approximately 1,480 kcal daily. How many kJ are consumed?
1,480 kcal × 4.2 kJ/kcal = 6,216 kJ
3. How many kcal in 1 teaspoon of oil?
Before performing this calculation students will need to know that 1 teaspoon of oil
contains 5 g. Not including this information in the original question makes students
think about what information they need to solve this problem.
5 g × 9 kcal/g = 45 kcal
4. How many kcal in a 12 oz. Budweiser beer?
Students will need to know that this beer contains 11 g of carbohydrate (CHO) and 14 g
of alcohol.
11 g CHO × 4 kcal/g = 44 kcal of CHO
14 g alcohol × 7 kcal/g = 98 kcal of
alcohol 44 kcal + 98 kcal = 142 kcal
5. If a food contains 35 g carbohydrate, 4 g protein, and 14 g fat, how many kcal are
there? How many kJ are in this food?
35 g CHO × 4 kcal/g = 140 kcal of CHO
4 g protein × 4 kcal/g = 16 kcal of protein
14 g fat × 9 kcal/g = 126 kcal of fat
140 kcal + 16 kcal + 126 kcal = 282 kcal
282 kcal × 4.2 kJ/kcal = 1,184 kJ
Ask students to guess what food this might be. (Snickers Bar)
6. Determine your body weight in kg. If you do not wish to use your own weight, calculate
the body weight in kg of someone who weights 176 lb.
176 lb ÷ 2.2 lb/kg = 80 kg

Activity 2-3
Have students estimate daily energy expenditure. This can be an in-class exercise or an out-of-
class assignment. Some sample calculation questions and answers are shown here.

In-Class Assignment
1. Estimate your daily energy expenditure using the sedentary activity level figure in Table
2.4 (see page 62). If you do not wish to use your own weight, make the calculation based
on someone who weights 142 lb.
The estimate is based on 30 kcal/kg for females and 31 kcal/kg for males.
142 lb (64.5 kg) female:
64.5 kg × 30 kcal/kg = 1,935 kcal

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 142 lb (64.5 kg) male:
64.5 kg × 31 kcal/kg = 2,000 kcal
2. Using Table 2.4, estimate your daily energy expenditure for the three periods—preparation,
competition, and transition (“off-season”)—previously outlined when you sketched a
general training plan (see chapter 1 activities).
142 lb (64.5 kg) male:
Preparation (training 3-5 days/week): 38 kcal/kg
Competition (training 5 days/week): 41 kcal/kg
Transition (sedentary): 31 kcal/kg
64.5 kg × 38 kcal/kg = 2,451 kcal
64.5 kg × 41 kcal/kg = 2,644 kcal
64.5 kg × 31 kcal/kg = 1,999 kcal
For most athletes, energy expenditure is lowest in the transition period (active recovery or
“off season”).

Outside of Class Assignment

Record all of your activities for one or more days. Using the Diet Analysis+ computer program
that accompanies this textbook, enter in all activities for each 24-hour period. These activities
will include activities of daily living such as sleeping, sitting, and working at a desk job as well
as specific physical activities. You must enter in activities for a total of 24 hours. An estimate of
24-hour energy expenditure can be viewed on the screen or printed.
If you are recording more than one day’s activities, it is recommended that you choose at
least one day that you consider to be active and one day that is relatively sedentary. If you are
in training, record current activity, but you may also want to estimate energy expenditure in
another mesocycle for comparison purposes.
After you have an estimate of 24-hour energy expenditure, an analysis can be made by
comparing high and low energy expenditure activities (e.g. sitting for 1 hour vs. physical
activity for 1 hour). If data are available, day-to-day variations or estimated energy
expenditure for the different mesocycles can also be compared. If you have estimated energy
expenditure using Table 2.4, comparisons can be made between the two methods.

Crossword Puzzle Answer Key1

1. rephosphorylation
2. ATP
3. reliability
4. bioenergetics
5. calorimeter
6. doubly labeled water
7. kilocalorie
8. joule
9. calorie
10. validity
11. adipose tissue
12. TEE

Word Find Puzzle Answer Key

6 forms in which energy exists: atomic, chemical, electrical, mechanical, radiant, thermal
2 units used to express energy measurements: joule, calorie
4 food components that yield energy: carbohydrate, fat, protein, alcohol

1 Crossword and word find contributed by Elesha Feldman

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 2 substances measured in indirect calorimetry: oxygen, carbon dioxide
2 isotopes measured in doubly labeled water: oxygen-eighteen, deuterium
3 major components of TEE: metabolism, thermic effect of food, physical activity
3 non-modifiable factors that influence RMR: age, gender, genetics

A T O M I C P W G E N E T I C S HEN

L THEYT H APOURMO A NDAY

C A R B O H Y D R A T E HE L ADS J

O TW A OZ S OMB H IE G O SW O E

H F WA D L I K I D E U T E R I U M D

O N A O U I C R S T R E E N I L A E I

L M D T C T A H I S M T L D E OW T X

N E SE H E L N MS A H E E ARD A O

L C YW E O A I T R L T C R HOU B I

T H E R M I C E F F E C T O F F O O D

R A T I I M T T E O AN R DWE L L N

L N NO C L I O O X NG I ERM E I O

E I MO A R V R I Y ZE C OR G R S B

H C YM L E I P T G OO A F A AR M R

A A LONG T I N E OU L RCR I M A

E ST O X G E E I H T E E N
L Y N G C

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Across Down
3. Ability to reproduce a measurement and/or the 1. Reestablishing a chemical
consistency of repeated measurements. phosphate bond (e.g., ADP to ATP).
6. A measurement technique for determining 2. A chemical compound that provides
energy expenditure over a long time period using most of the energy to cells.
radioactively labeled hydrogen and oxygen. 4. The process of converting food into
7. The amount of heat energy required to raise the biologically useful forms of energy.
temperature of 1 kilogram of water 1ºC. 5. A device that measures energy
8. The work done by a force of 1 Newton acting to content of food or energy
move an object 1 meter. expenditure.
10. Ability to measure accurately what was intended 9. The amount of heat energy required
to be measured. to raise the temperature of 1 gram
11. Tissue made up of fat cells. of water by 1ºC.
12. The amount of energy that is required by the
body, typically determined over the course of a
24-hour day.

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A T O M I C P W G E N E T I C S H E N

L T H E Y T H A P O U R M O A N D A Y

C A R B O H Y D R A T E H E L A D S J

O T W A O Z S O M B H I E G O S W O E

H F W A D L I K I D E U T E R I U M D

O N A O U I C R S T R E E N I L A E I

L M D T C T A H I S M T L D E O W T X

N E S E H E L N M S A H E E A R D A O

L C Y W E O A I T R L T C R H O U B I

T H E R M I C E F F E C T O F F O O D

R A T I I M T T E O A N R D W E L L N

L N N O C L I O O X N G I E R M E I O

E I M O A R V R I Y Z E C O R G R S B

H C Y M L E I P T G O O A F A A R M R

A A L O N G T I N E O U L R C R I M A

E L S T O X Y G E N E I G H T E E N C

Instructions: In the grid above, find the following words or phrases, and then
write them beside each clue.

6 forms in which energy exists:

2 units used to express energy measurements: 4
food components that yield energy:
2 substances measured in indirect calorimetry: 2
isotopes measured in doubly labeled water:
3 major components of TEE:
3 non-modifiable factors that influence RMR:

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 “Ah, she is soul of your soul, little wife.”
They passed on together into a more populous highway, where
the flood of life ran strong and eager. White faces flickered by them,
gay, heavy, or morose. The tide of toil gushed past on every hand,
bearing the galleys of misery or greed. The painted moths of passion
fluttered from darkened byways to jig and glitter in the glow of the
many lamps. Opulence rolled on in sable and white. From many a
street penury and despair rushed like noisome water from some
thundering mill.
The man and the woman passed from the highway into a quiet
square where bare trees and the turrets of an antique inn rose
against the colorless sky. A garden lay shadowy under the bleak and
arid walls. There was even a suggestion of solemnity in the silence
of the place, with the muffled roar of toil flooding from the distance.
Joan’s arm rested in Gabriel’s. The warm dusk of the great square
was welcome after the turmoil of the streets.
“What a city is this,” said the girl, looking up into the man’s face.
“At first I thought that it would stifle me with its dust and din. Think
of Domremy and its woods and waters. I often say to myself, ‘How
can these people have souls?’ From my heart I pity the poor.”
“Are we not among them?”
“Struggling against fate.”
“And starvation.”
The man sighed, glanced at the stars in the vault above, and at
the great silver rim of the moon doming the house-tops.
“Often this city,” he said, “this maelstrom of misery, makes me
think there is no God.”
Joan’s arm tightened on his.
“Much is dark and strange to us,” she said.
“Dark indeed.”
“You are cast down, dear, to-night.”
“I am heavy of heart.”
She drew very close to him, still gazing in his face.
“Is it so ill with us?”
“In a month,” he answered her, “unless fortune pities us, we
must starve. God knows, I have pride. I cannot whine. The world
seems deaf to the children of shame.”
They passed on awhile in silence, threading dark streets and lurid
highways where the torch of passion flickered by. Many men stared
in Joan’s fair face as she moved like Truth at the side of Love. The
unclean air was webbed with gold. The dance of death went merrily
on. To the stars many a church held an iron cross, and the dead
moon climbed in the heavy sky.
Down a dusky street they saw the gleam of water under the
moon. Turning, they came to where the river swept with its black
bosom under the stars. Like a great scimitar it seemed to cleave the
city’s heart.
The man and the woman leaned on the parapet and watched the
restless tide swirl by. Many lights flashed on the dusky water,
symbolic of hope on the stream of years. The ebb and flow was as
the life of the city, dark and unceasing under the stars.
Joan’s face was turned to the heavens; her hand, clasped by
Gabriel’s, rested on the cold stone. She stood so close to him that he
felt her take her breath.
“You cannot write to your father,” she said to him, as though
suggesting his own thoughts.
“It would be useless.”
“No, you could not beg of him. What of your sister?”
“Judith?”
“Yes; she loves you.”
“I could not beg from a girl.”
She looked out over the river. The moon now shone upon it,
spreading a glittering track of light. A myriad clocks seemed chiming
the hour.
“I have less pride,” she said.
“Joan.”
“It is I who have brought this shame and poverty upon you. I can
plead with my own father.”
He looked at her in silence and his hand tightened upon hers.
The river glittered, a black band streaked with silver; roof and spire
glimmered under the moon. The lessening roar of the great loom of
life rose upon the night breeze. As for Joan, she was dreaming of
the Mallan water, the green woods, and the roses that would
crimson her old home. The trees would be flowering in the orchard;
the almond had waved its pink pennons athwart the blue. There
would be a thousand violets purpling the grass.
“I will go to Rilchester,” she said. “I will see my father; there
were mellow seasons in him when the sun shone warm. There may
be justice left within his heart.”
“I doubt it,” Gabriel answered her, watching the moonlight on the
river.
“Nevertheless, I will try,” she said. “I will go to him alone.”
 XXXVII

M R. MINCE, ruddy and effulgent, spread his palms to the glow of

his study fire. Muddy boots steamed before the fender. Mrs.
Mince, duster in hand, was brushing the rain and mud from her
husband’s trousers. The vicarage cat, perched on a footstool as on a
pulpit, purred forth a feline hymn of peace.
Mrs. Mince drew the tea-table before the fire, sat down with
lavish lap in a basket-chair, took up the sugar-tongs, and held them
poised like a miniature spear.
“So the old man is dying,” she said, with a slight sniff, thrusting
out her slippered feet before the fire and taking the warmth into her
bosom.
“Sinking fast,” the vicar answered her; “the last ebb of the tide. A
singular man—a most singular man. Marjoy tells me he can’t last a
week.”
Mrs. Mince dropped three cubes of sugar with deliberation into
her husband’s cup.
“What a moral,” she observed, reflectively; “what a living text on
the vanity of riches. Mammon deserts a rich man at the grave; he
trusteth in gold and findeth it dust. Zeus Gildersedge might leave a
legacy to the ‘living.’ The porch needs repairing, and we cannot
afford to pay for dilapidations.”
Mr. Mince stared at the fire and smiled.
“There is that daughter,” the vicaress continued, “a dreadful drab;
left her father in his old age to run away with that blackguard
Gabriel Strong. I wonder what has become of them.”
“Can’t say,” said the clergyman.
“Gone to the bad, of course. Such women always gravitate to the
gutter. I’ve no sympathy with the slut. He won’t leave her anything.”
Mr. Mince lifted the lid of the muffineer; a fragrant steam
ascended therefrom; his eyes sparkled as he replenished his plate.
 “Terrible, terrible,” he observed. “Ah, my dear, the way of
transgressors is hard, their feet light upon stony places. Sad, most
sad. I like these muffins.”
Mrs. Mince adjusted the tea-cosey and settled herself
comfortably in the arm-chair. The black cat, abandoning its rostrum,
migrated to the lady’s lap and lay curled there, licking her paws.
“The girl had had no education,” said the vicaress. “I believe she
had never been inside a church. What can you expect of a wench
who has never been confirmed and knows nothing of the catechism?
Such barbaric ignorance is inconceivable in these days; a most
dreadful instance of neglect. What about the old man’s money?”
Mr. Mince’s soul expanded in the fragrant atmosphere of home.
He lolled in his chair with the two lower buttons of his waistcoat
unfastened and his bald head pillowed on a faded green cushion. He
stretched the soles of his gray, besocked feet to the fire, twitching
his toes as they tingled on the fender.
“I had some very serious words with Zeus Gildersedge,” he said.
“I found him to-day in a subdued and penitent spirit, thanks to the
good counsel that I had left to germinate in his heart. He grew quite
trustful, spoke to me about his money and his daughter. He
confessed that he was troubled about the wench.”
“Surely, Jacob,” said the vicaress, “you did not advise him to try
his strength by worrying about so abandoned a hussy?”
Mr. Mince sipped his tea, besprinkling his waistcoat with
customary libations.
“My dear,” he retorted, “I had more Christian forethought than to
increase the old man’s troubles. In fact, I told him that it would be
an absolute sin for him to darken his last moments with reflections
that were unnecessary and unpleasant.”
“Admirable tact, my dear.”
“I demonstrated to him how little the girl deserved his
remembrance or claimed his pity.”
“Exactly.”
“That she had wilfully deserted him to follow a notorious
blackguard.”
“Precisely.”
 “That certain folk are undeserving of consideration, and that one
must set one’s face sternly against impertinent iniquity and gross
ingratitude.”
“My dear,” said the vicaress, “you have the spirit of a Solomon. If
Zeus Gildersedge left the girl any of his money it would only fall into
the hands of that young brute Gabriel Strong. And such a
circumstance could only be deplored as the actual subsidizing of
immorality.”
Mr. Mince sat up suddenly in his chair, as though the idea had
stimulated his spinal marrow.
“Pomponia,” he said, “you are a most intelligent woman;
strangely enough, that is the very argument I used to impress my
point upon Zeus Gildersedge.”
The vicaress refilled her husband’s cup.
“The old man saw the wisdom of your words?” she asked.
“Absolutely. My logic triumphed.”
The pair subsided into silence for a season, a peaceful interlude
suffused as with a beatific sanctity. The fire jigged and flickered in
the grate. Mr. Mince’s gray socks smoked. The black cat purred
beneath the vicaress’s bony hand.
“And the money?” she said, at last, her large, yellow face
gleaming in the fire-light.
Her husband awoke as from some saintly reverie.
“Zeus Gildersedge stated certain facts to me,” he said, “facts that
I may confide to your admirable discretion.”
“Of course, my dear.”
“Mrs. Primmer and I were witnesses to his will. He has left the
bulk of his money to charitable enterprises and missions.”
“Most creditable.”
“A solid annuity has been settled on Mrs. Primmer.”
“A most deserving woman.”
“He has also bequeathed a certain sum to be used by me in the
parish—to be used, my dear, at my own discretion.”
“Excellent man.”
“I must confess, Pomponia, that Zeus Gildersedge is departing
this world with a chastened and regenerate soul.”
 “Due, my dear Jacob, to your Christian zeal.”
“I shall bury him in Saltire church-yard, and make no charge for it
upon his estate.”
Mrs. Mince beamed on him out of the fulness of her heart.
“You are a good man, Jacob,” she said; “may Heaven
recompense you according to your deserts. I am a proud woman
and a proud wife. You fulfil my ideals. Let me give you some more
tea.”
“Only one more cup, my dear,” said the vicar, “and then I must
complete my Sabbath sermon.”
 XXXVIII

U P the long road from Rilchester came Joan, her wet skirt blown
about her by the wind. Weary though she was, the breeze had
kissed fresh color into her face, and her eyes were brave under
the faded roses in her old straw hat. Overhead the sky hurried, gray
and sullen, unsilvered by the sun. Rain fell in swift, hurrying
showers, dimming the landscape, wiping out the sea. The trees
moaned and waved to one another, troubled by the restless
melancholy of the wind.
Joan’s eyes brightened as she drew near towards her old home.
The meadows rippled at her feet; the great trees called to her like
old playmates out of the woods; the very wind blew blithely in her
hair. The past rushed back, vivid and wistful; memories of her
childhood glimmered through her brain. Yonder in the valley lay the
Mallan water, where she had first met Gabriel when the woods were
green.
Betimes Burnt House rose up before her in the east, its red roof
warm above the yews and cypresses, its old wall filleting the brow of
the hill. Joan’s heart beat fast, and for the moment her eyes were
dim. Was there yet hope for her within those well-loved walls? How
would her father greet her?—as of old with his rude, rough tongue?
She reached the iron gate and set it creaking on its rusty hinges.
The shrubs and trees were wild and untrammelled as of yore. They
seemed to welcome her like green-limbed guardians of the past,
tossing their hands, breathing forth deep greetings. Joan saw the
track of wheels upon the grass-grown drive, tracks freshly graven,
glistening with the rain. To the left the orchard flashed before her
eyes, with petals rosy and white scattered by the wind upon the tall,
rank grass. Primroses and hyacinths were in bloom there, and
daffodils shook their golden faces to the breeze.
 She crossed the stretch of gravel and entered the old porch. Her
hand held the iron handle; the bell clamored through the silent
house. She waited with her heart hurrying, her eyes watching the
waving trees. Slow footsteps sounded within. The great door opened
a very little and Mrs. Primmer’s yellow face peered out from the
gloom.
Joan confronted her with no wavering or fear, the sense of
innocence strong within her heart. The woman’s figure closed the
entry; with one bony hand she held the door.
“Well, mistress?”
There was an insolence in the very word that made Joan color.
She moved forward a step, but Mrs. Primmer did not falter.
“Make way, please.”
“Mr. Gildersedge is ill.”
“My father ill?”
“He maunt see nobody; I have my orders.”
It was plain to Joan that the woman’s rudeness arose from no
superabundance of sincere concern. There was an intentional insult
in her very attitude. Joan’s gray eyes kindled; she was no child to be
shamed and frightened by a frowning face.
“I have come,” she said, quietly, “to see my father.”
“Doctor’s orders—”
“Make way, woman.”
She stepped in and set one hand on Mrs. Primmer’s shoulder.
There was no unseemliness in this strength of hers. The hireling fell
back even as a hireling should.
“Stand aside!”
“I’ve had my orders.”
“And your pay.”
Joan crossed the hall, unfastening her hat and ignoring the lean,
black figure by the door. She climbed the oak stairway, halted in the
gallery above, turning to find Mrs. Primmer had followed from the
hall. Throwing her hat upon a broad window-sill, she looked down
on the woman with a dignity that was not mute.
“Stay,” she said, stretching out a hand.
“Dr. Marjoy told me—”
 “Are you the mistress of this house?”
“You won’t get anything out of him, young woman.”
“Spare your words,” said the girl, calmly. “I have come to see my
father, and to see him alone. Go back to the kitchen. That is your
proper place.”
Very pale but very purposeful, Joan moved down the gallery
towards her father’s room. She halted a moment outside the door,
listening, watching to see whether the woman followed. There were
no sounds save the moaning of the wind, the chattering of the
casements, and the beating of boughs against the panes.
Very quietly Joan turned the handle and stood on the threshold
of her father’s room. The old man’s bed faced the broad window,
where rain clouds raced over the rolling downs. He lay half propped
upon pillows, staring at the sullen sky, his thin hands stretched upon
the coverlet.
It was not till Joan had closed the door and moved forward into
the room that her father awoke to her presence there. A great
change had come over him those winter months, for disease had
dragged him near to the grave. The yellow skin hung in folds about
the neck, the eyes were sunken, the lips bloodless and marked by
the teeth. It was the face of the dead more than of the living, sharp,
earthy, and repulsive, still infinitely cunning.
When Zeus Gildersedge saw his daughter, a look of peculiar
vindictiveness sharpened his thin face. He strove to rise higher in the
bed, his yellow talons clawing at the coverlet as he raised himself
upon his elbows, the muscles contracted in his pendulous throat. As
by instinct Joan had started towards him to help him as of old; the
look in his sunken eyes beat her back.
“So you have sneaked home,” he said to her, breathing hard, his
eyes glistening with an indescribable malice.
“Father!”
“To beg, eh?”
“Can a daughter beg?”
“He has deserted you, the fine fellow—”
“No, no, not that.”
 Zeus Gildersedge propped himself upon his pillows, his birdlike
head straining forward upon its yellow neck.
“You have timed it well, eh?”
“Timed it, father?”
“To sneak back and play the pretty penitent and finger the old
man’s money.”
“We are poor, father.”
“Poor, eh?”
“The world has wronged us.”
There was an unhallowed smirk on Zeus Gildersedge’s face.
“What about your father?” he asked; “you didn’t come to see
him. No, by God! He can die, and that’s about the best thing you
think he can do.”
“Father!”
She stretched out her hands to him as though to stem back his
taunting words. Zeus Gildersedge was a dying man; the bitterness of
the approaching hour, the sordid realism of his past, only incensed
him against his fate. There was none of the mild solemnity of death
in that dark room. Nothing but malice seemed quick in the lean
body, nothing but mocking anger alive in the dim eyes.
“Is it my money you want?” he panted. “I am to be deserted, am
I, and then squeezed on my death-bed like a sponge, to keep you
and your blackguard from the gutter? Gold, is it? Curse them, they’re
all scrambling for it—the parson, the doctor, that woman in the
kitchen. What do they care about me—what do they care about me,
I say? By God, wench, I won’t give you a farthing!”
He sank back upon his pillows, seized with a spasmodic fit of
coughing. His face grew dusky, his eyes suffused. The veins were
turgid and swollen in the straining neck; one claw of a hand was
hooked in the collar of his shirt.
Joan stood and gazed at him, mute and impotent. His words had
stunned her and she could not think. Rain came rattling against the
window; storm-clouds darkened the room; the wind moaned in the
chimney and whistled over the roof.
The old man upon the bed had recovered his breath. He
struggled up and gestured at her with one trembling hand, his eyes
shining with a peculiar brightness in his dusky face.
“Get out from here!” he cried.
“Father!”
“I’ll not be bled upon my death-bed. Away, you wastrel! Starve,
starve! I’ll not pay for your shame.”
She drew back from him, shuddering. An utter hopelessness
descended upon her soul. She knew full well at last that there was
no pity in her father’s heart.
“I will go,” she said, moving towards the door.
“Out of my house, you wanton.”
He was leaning from his pillows, his face distorted, one
outstretched hand pointing her away. Joan had opened the door;
she halted for a moment on the threshold.
“God forgive you,” she said.
“Forgive me!” he screamed; “by God, you have the impudence of
the devil!”
Joan went out and closed the door, leaned against the
wainscoting with her hand over her eyes. Slowly her strength came
back to her. She passed down the old gallery, filled with sad
memories of the past, took her hat from off the window-sill, and
went down the stairs. In the dusk of the hall Mrs. Primmer met her.
Joan swept by the woman without a word, unlatched the door, and
went out into the wind and rain.
But before night came Zeus Gildersedge lay dead.
 XXXIX

H AGGARD and weary, Joan turned her back upon her old home,
and struggled on against the wind towards Rilchester and the
sea. Brave woman that she was, the tragic hour beside her
father’s bed had benumbed her courage and deepened the
forebodings that crowded upon her heart. She had gone hungry
since the morning, and for the last two months she had faced
starvation with Gabriel in the great city. As she held on against the
whirling wind under the gray and hurrying sky, her strength began to
ebb from her like wine from some cracked and splendid vase. Her
feet lagged along the broad high-road as the wind moaned and the
rain beat in her face.
Coming to the cross-roads where the highway from Saltire curled
from the woods, she sank down on a granite heap under the shelter
of the hedge. In the utter distress of the hour, she still held her old
straw hat forgotten in her right hand. Great faintness came over her
as she sat there half sheltered from the wind. With trembling fingers
she unfastened the collar of her dress, and bowed her head down
almost to her knees.
It was as Joan grieved thus with her golden head adroop under
the sullen sky that one of those strange crossings of the threads of
fate knitted two destinies into one common coil. From Rilchester up
the long, listless road came the slim figure of a woman, clad in gray
with a knot of violets over her bosom, and her pale face turned
wistfully towards the heavens. It was Judith Strong who walked with
the wind, returning from one of those long rambles she and Gabriel
had enjoyed of old. The days had passed very heavily for Judith
since her brother’s tragedy. She loved to be alone amid the woods
and by the sea, brooding on the strange sadnesses of life, its lost
ideals, and its broken dreams.
 Judith, coming to the cross-roads, saw the bowed figure throned
on the heap of stones under the hedge. There was something so
forlorn and piteous about the woman seated there that Judith stood
still, forgetful of her own sad thoughts. She saw the bowed head,
the hanging hands, the desolate pose of the whole figure. Her
woman’s sympathy awoke at once, for those who have grieved are
quick to discover grief.
Joan, hearing footsteps on the road, looked up and turned her
face to the mild, questioning eyes that stared her over. Judith had
halted by the grass. Some hidden flash of sympathy seemed to leap
instinctively from heart to heart. Where had they met and touched
before? What common bitterness had smitten both? There were
vague memories in Judith’s mind, a prophetic instinct that seemed to
tell of all the sadness they had known together.
The two women looked into each other’s eyes with one long,
unwavering look that hid some mystery from them both. Judith was
the first to break the silence. She might have passed on, but that
was not a true woman’s way.
“Are you ill? Let me help you.”
At the sound of that voice, so like Gabriel’s in its mellow tone, a
wave of color warmed Joan’s face, for she half guessed who stood
before her. There were the same clear eyes, the same delicate
features, pure and mobile, sensitive as light. Yet Joan’s heart failed
her for the moment; her pride was quick in her despite her misery.
“I am tired,” she said, hanging her head a little, “and have
walked too far. I shall be better soon.”
To Judith there was a pathos in the voice that made her heart
open like a budding rose. Some deep instinct urged her on, to take
rebuffs if they should come.
“Have I not seen your face before?”
Drawing near, she sat down beside Joan on the stones. The
move was too sudden to be prevented. Yet Joan would not look into
Judith’s eyes, but drew her wet cloak round her and hardened her
heart.
“I am only tired,” she said; “please do not trouble over me. I
shall be strong again when I have rested.”
 Judith touched the other’s cloak.
“Why, you are drenched!” she said; “have you far to go?”
There were lines as of pain about Joan’s mouth; she shivered in
the wind and seemed to strive for her breath.
“To Rilchester,” she said, “and then—”
“And then?”
“To London, if I can catch a night train.”
There was sudden silence between them, such a silence that
their very hearts seemed to beat in rhythm, one with another.
Judith’s eyes were full of light, a lustre of pity as though she guessed
some part of the sorrow the other bore. Her heart grew full of dim
surmises like a sky half smitten with the dawn.
“To London?” she asked.
Joan did not answer her.
“You must not go to-night or you will catch your death chill. Have
you not got a home near?”
Then, like the breaking of gossamer by too heavy a dew, Joan’s
courage seemed to fail her of a sudden and she broke into piteous
weeping. No petulant child’s tears were they, but the grief of one
whose cup of suffering was full. Judith’s words had shaken her very
soul. She covered her wet face with her hands and bowed her head
down over her knees.
As for Judith, the strong presence of such grief as this stirred to
the deeps her woman’s nature. A meaner woman would have fallen
to texts, or to juggling glibly with God’s name. Judith’s heart beat
straight towards the truth, and she did not squander empty words.
Putting her arm about Joan’s waist, she drew her close to her,
even into her bosom, feeling the intake of her breath under the
damp clothes and the rain-drenched cloak.
“Tell me,” she said, “what troubles you. Am I not a woman, also?
May I not have some share in this?”
Joan took her hands from before her face. In her eyes there
burned a new courage, shining through a mist of tears. Should she
not tell the truth for good or evil, silence this friend, or challenge her
full trust?
“Tell me,” she said, “are you Judith Strong?”
 “I am Judith Strong.”
“And I am Joan—Joan Gildersedge.”
The two women sat and looked into each other’s eyes, as though
each were striving to read the other’s thoughts. Judith’s arm rested
on Joan’s shoulder. She did not flinch from her or turn away.
Perhaps Joan felt the earnest searching of Judith’s eyes, eyes
that watched a brother’s honor. The fear of her condemnation grew
great within Joan’s heart, the dread that calumny had outpaced her
here.
“Yes, I am Joan Gildersedge,” she said, speaking as though her
breath were short, with sharp pauses between each sentence; “you
know all, yes, don’t speak to me yet. Gabriel—Gabriel and I went
away together; for when they accused us falsely my father turned
me from my home. Gabriel, who is always noble, surrendered all for
my sake, and we lived together through those awful days. They said
I ruined him; but no, no, it was not I who ruined Gabriel, but those
who lied and perjured the whole truth. Gabriel was always noble,
and he loved me, and I him.”
Judith swept out her right hand as though to clasp her, but Joan’s
hand put her back.
“Listen,” she said, still speaking breathlessly, “for I would have
you hear the whole. Gabriel and I—Gabriel and I hid ourselves in
London and tried to live as best we could. We had but little money,
and no work came. Soon we began to starve and starve, and in my
anguish for him I came here again to see my father, even that he
might take pity on us and give us help. But no; though he is dying,
he turned me away with curses. And that is why I sit here in the
rain.”
There was a clear light in Judith’s eyes, like the light in a
mother’s eyes whose pride is perfected in her child. She set both her
hands upon Joan’s shoulders, held her at arm’s-length, and looked
into her face.
“Joan Gildersedge,” she said.
“Judith.”
“Well did I know my brother’s heart; now I know also the full
reason of his great love. Were I a man, should I not love you even
as Gabriel loves? Come, you are my sister, and I am proud of it.”
Silently, while the wind whistled over the hedgerows, these two
good women looked long into each other’s eyes. The tears were dry
upon Joan’s cheeks, but on Judith’s lashes there were fresh tears.
Bending herself, she kissed Joan Gildersedge upon the mouth, held
both her hands clasped fast between her own.
“That men have lied,” she said, “I believe full well, since I have
seen you, I who am Gabriel’s sister. Yet is there not joy in such a
grief as this, since love has triumphed over wrong and pain?”
Joan looked at her, even as one who sees pure water bubbling in
a desert place.
“I had not thought that any could believe,” she said, “for the
whole world seems built upon distrust.”
Judith took the wet cloak from Joan’s shoulders. Her own gray
coat was dry, for she had sheltered from the showers under the
trees. She gave it to Joan and would not be rebuked therefrom.
“To London,” she said, “you must not go to-night.”
Joan blushed, touched by an act that had more honest sympathy
than had a hundred words. Since she was weary and tired at heart,
such tyranny was very sweet.
“But what of Gabriel?” she asked.
“Gabriel can wait,” Judith answered her, with a smile; “you are
my charge, and I will play my brother’s keeper. Shall I risk your
health on such a night! No, I have come by other plans. Can you
walk with me one short mile?”
Some faint color had risen to Joan’s cheeks. She stood up like
one half dazed, one hand still clasped in Judith’s, the other holding
her wet skirt.
“Where shall I go?” she asked.
“Come; leave the where to me.”
Not a mile from the cross-roads towards Saltire lived an old
widow whom Judith had mothered in her winter years. The widow’s
cottage was set back from the road amid trees and meadows, all
alone. To this same cottage Judith took Joan that windy evening, like
some kind fairy radiant in doing good. She would lodge Joan there
for her sake and for Gabriel’s, and tread the dream-path she herself
had made.
Thus these two, sisters in charity, came that evening to the little
cottage and knocked at the door under the tiled porch. Judith went
in while Joan waited in the twilight. She heard the voice of Gabriel’s
sister conjuring for her comfort in the cottage room. Nor did the old
woman hesitate to comply, for Judith’s asking was law with the
honest poor.
Widow Milton was soon laying wood in the parlor grate and
setting a chair for the drying of Joan’s wet clothes. Judith came out
to Gabriel’s wife in the twilight, with a wonderful smile on her pale
face.
“Go in, sister,” she said, “the old lady can be trusted. Stay,
promise me, till I come again.”
And Joan promised, with her arms about Judith’s neck.
 XL

M AJOR MALTRAVERS had taken a “hunting-box” early in the year

in perilous proximity to Gabingly Castle. Maltravers had
remained a god above the clouds through the autumn and
early winter, both for expediency’s sake and to prevent any
unnecessary linking-up of incidents. His name had not appeared in
the cause of justice, for Gabriel’s undefended suit had led to no
ransacking of evidence on Ophelia’s side. The soldier had soon
become popular in the neighborhood, and he was even formally
introduced to Ophelia on the hunting-field by Miss Mabel Saker, who
posed as a mutual friend. Maltravers, being an excellent horseman
and a good man at the flask, had soon won the esteem of the
“young bloods” of the neighborhood. His keen, jockey-like face and
trim, tailor-made figure were to the fore in many a gusty gallop, and
his voice rang as clear as the huntsman’s horn.
Ophelia had ridden to many a meet, sitting her thoroughbred like
a queen, and staring full in the whole world’s face. There was no
wavering of her vivid eyes, no tinge of discomfort upon her cheeks.
Had she not been proved an honest woman, one who had been
wronged and whom the law had righted? A fair dame she seemed
with her coat buttoned tight over her smooth, full bust, her rich hair
closely plaited under her hat. Men saw that Maltravers was often
beside her, twirling his mustachios, staring in her face. Her friends
whispered that she would soon be comforted for the loss of a
husband and a home.
Yet human schemes come often to naught when the raw
elements are in the ascendant. As the year wore on towards the
spring a pair of brown eyes had challenged the blue. Miss Mabel
Saker had been established at Gabingly since the autumn as Ophelia
Gusset’s bosom friend. It was noted by the vigilant at the “meets”
that Maltravers’ black horse stood more often beside Miss Saker’s
bay mare. The soldier was one of those mutable beings whose honor
was “blinkered” by an immoderate vanity. As for Miss Saker, she was
his very twin in such sentiments as cheated the heart.
Possibly none of the sweet gossips of the neighborhood saw
much in the drama to point a moral, for, superficial as is the veil that
covers deceit, it is rarely rent by the professional gossip, but rather
by the hand that scorns all guile. There is more error in habitual
prejudice than in that calm sincerity which is slow to condemn, and
the pessimist sees his own sour face reflected in all things, be they
foul or clean. Maltravers’ name had never entered the zone of
scandal that had played about Gabriel’s honor. He was considered to
be a mere sportsman who had heard of the excellence of the
Rilchester pack and had come for a gallop over the Mallan meadows.
Whatever the reasons might be, the fact remained that
Maltravers was less Ophelia’s hero than he had been when she was
Gabriel’s wife. Possibly she had expected too much from a man
whose vigorous egoism clashed with her own. Such a passion as
theirs was utterly selfish, and as such was doomed to no true
consummation.
Ophelia was the last woman in the world to abide a rival, even in
the minor matter of dress. Moreover, she had always considered Miss
Mabel Saker as a protégée and a disciple, a foil to her own more
lavish beauty. She had never been jealous of her friend, for the
simple reason that she had never possessed sufficient respect for
Miss Saker’s fascination to inspire the passion. Hence she had been
slow at first to realize the change in Maltravers’ humor, nor did she
suspect him of any inward disloyalty to herself.
There was no great vice in Mabel Saker. She was mischief
personified, a vain, merry creature, with a mind like a spice-box and
eyes like amber. If a man admired her, she had neither the heart nor
the character to treat him with surliness. Being so inured to
sentimental pleasantries, she was not easily frightened by anything
she might see in a man’s eyes. Flirtation was merely a recreation
with her, an amusement no more serious than fly-fishing or the
aesthetic appreciation of a musical comedy. She was a woman of no
ideals, few convictions. She lived her sensuous, merry existence in
the sun, and never delved around her for the problems that yawn
like primeval forests about the fair meads of life.
Maltravers jested with her, and she took his jests as she would
have taken a flask of scent or many such trifles, in delicate
acknowledgment of her own charms. She did not consider Ophelia’s
powerful pride or her aggressive egoism that could suffer no
shadow. Hence she was unable at first to comprehend Ophelia’s
change of temper, her petulance, the true reason of their frequent
bickerings. Miss Saker had much of the vixen in her, in the spiteful
sense. She was too shallow and boisterous to appreciate the
negative passions in a friend; she had too little sympathy to treat
seriously and honorably the injured pride of a fellow-woman. Hence
she tossed her head and bridled at what she was pleased to call
Ophelia’s “whims.” And, being a creature of contradictory impulses,
she took pleasure in aggravating her friend’s impatience and in
playing the tormentor with true feminine agility.
Gay swimmer that she was, Miss Saker soon discovered herself
beyond the shallows of her frivolous philosophy. The climax came
with an abruptness that startled even her futile soul. And since
Mabel Saker was a woman who heartily detested any troubling of
her sensuous good-humor, she was soon every whit as bitter as
Ophelia and as reasonless as a frightened ape.
The storm broke one evening after a dinner-party at the castle.
Maltravers had lavished his fascinations in Miss Saker’s service and
had left Ophelia to a casual friend. By the fatefulness of coincidence,
Ophelia had come upon the pair seated under the palms in a corner
of the conservatory. Moreover, she had seen Maltravers take the
flower the brunette had pinned over her heart.
About midnight, the very night after Joan had taken lodging in
Widow Milton’s cottage, Mabel Saker was in her bedroom unravelling
her dark hair. To her came Ophelia fully dressed, her face pale as
china, her lips almost bloodless, her eyes peculiarly bright. There
was a restrained fury in her look, an atmosphere about her that
boded ill for the friendship between the two.
It was a woman’s quarrel that night, swift, malicious, and
contemptible. As is the case in some such feminine fracas, the
disputants grew the more bitter, the more icily eager with every
word. Gibe stabbed at gibe and taunt at taunt. There was no
generosity in their passion to give human pathos to the scene.
Ophelia leaned against an escritoire and watched with her hard
blue eyes the flushed and dishevelled woman before her. They were
both breathless for the moment, like two duellists who shrink back
dazed after some fierce locking of their swords. The younger woman
tossed back her hair, her bosom rising and falling rapidly as in an
ecstasy of unspeakable anger.
“Are you mad?” she said. “This is too utterly ridiculous.”
Ophelia laughed, her white face shining with her scorn.
“It is the fashion to think others ridiculous,” she retorted, “when
all the folly is one’s own.”
“Tell me, whose fault is it?”
“I am asking you the same question.”
“Because a man pays me small attentions am I to snub him like a
barmaid?”
“Small attentions—well phrased, indeed!”
“Is it my fault if he prefers me to you?”
“Is it his fault if you throw yourself under his feet every hour of
the day? Leave him alone, or you shall pay for it.”
Miss Saker sat up stiffly in her chair, her face quivering as the
words smote her.
“This is your gratitude after I have been such a friend to you! Oh,
my God, I will be even with you, and that quickly. What of Gabriel
Strong, and the girl you ruined? What of Jim’s cunning and bribery?
Don’t I know all about this? Pay for it, indeed!”
Miss Saker recovered her composure of a sudden, went to the
glass and began to braid her hair. She held the pins between her
quivering lips, her hands working feverishly, her eyes hot and
strained. Ophelia watched her as though half repentant, more from
fear of what might follow than out of pity for her friend.
“What are you doing, Mab?”
Mabel Saker paid no heed to her, but went to the wardrobe, drew
out a morning gown and coat, donned them, and took a hat from
the bonnet rack.
 “Have I hurt you, Mab?”
The brunette turned on her with eyes afire. She was a woman
out of whose heart all pity and forgiveness had fled. Nothing but
infinite resentment ruled her impulses.
“I will not stay in this house another hour.”
“But it is midnight; what will people say?”
“I don’t care. You have insulted me too badly, and you shall pay
for it.”
She started aside towards the wall and seized the bell-rope that
hung beside the bed. Ophelia moved towards her with hand
outstretched. She was too late, however, either for penitence or
intimidation. Ten times or more Mabel Saker had jerked at the cord,
and the bell clamored distantly in the silence of the house.
 XLI

A LETTER came to Gabriel in his dingy rooms, where he was

waiting to hear news of Joan and of her quest. There had not
been money enough to take both of them to Rilchester, when
possible defeat would have burdened the journey home. Gabriel had
never known the full divinity of Joan’s love till she parted from him
with a brave smile in her dear eyes. Her womanly courage had
revealed itself to him in all its pathetic beauty when her golden head
sunned the shadows of the room no more.
Gabriel was at his supper, a sorry meal enough, when the letter
came to him from Rilchester. He had been in a desperate mood all
day, nor had he slept the previous night, with dark doubts fluttering
through his brain like bats through a ruin. Why had not Joan
returned? At the dim and half-desolate station, Gabriel had watched,
waiting and waiting as each night train came in. He had spent the
next day in Lincoln’s Inn Fields and by the river, hanging a haggard
face over the stone parapet, too sick at heart to eat. How often had
defeat smitten hope down into the dust! Ever and again he had
wandered back to the hot, dusty by-street, hoping to find that Joan
had returned.
When Gabriel looked at the letter that the dirty servant tossed
onto the table, he flushed like a boy, and his heavy, sleepless eyes
grew bright. The writing was Judith’s. Visions of green woods and
golden meadows flashed up before him like romance, the warm
scent of a woman’s hair, the memory of her pale face and shadowy
eyes. Judith! How he loved that name! Were not all truth and beauty
built therein, purity and pity, the divine tenderness that makes earth
heaven?
He tore open the envelope and read the letter, leaning forward a
little towards the window, his hands trembling markedly:
 “My dearest Brother [it began],—At last I am able to
write to you after all these months of silence and distress.
Oh, strange fate, that in finding a woman fainting on the
road to Rilchester I should find my brother!”

The letter, warm and fragrant with the love of a good woman,
went on to tell how Joan and Judith had come together after Joan’s
flight from Zeus Gildersedge’s death-bed. The outpourings of hours
of solitary yearning seemed to flow in the eager and impassioned
words. Of Joan, Judith wrote with a fervor that brought a strange
smile to Gabriel’s face:

“Now I can understand your love, brother, and your

strong heroism in defying society for a woman’s sake. This
dear Joan is blood of my blood, heart of my heart. In two
days we have become as sisters. Ah, Gabriel, I would trust
her, even if she had come to me from the gate of hell. But
methinks she is more like Beatrice out of paradise.”

From such sisterly exultation Judith digressed to speak of John

Strong:

“Father has aged since the autumn. He is whiter and

stoops a little, and his eyes look tired. Poor father! he has
always been a hard man, but I believe the ice is broken
about his heart. Would to God he would be less proud! And
yet I love this pride of his when he faces the prattlers here
like a Brutus, and frowns back those he does not trust.
“Moreover, I am convinced that father has changed his
opinions greatly, though he says but little. That woman—
pardon me, Gabriel, for I hate her—has been brazening it
about like any countess. That she is none too honest I
would stake my soul. We of Gabingly and Saltire are like
border barons locked in a death feud. Maltravers. Have you
ever heard the name from Ophelia’s lips? Father has hinted
that he has had his suspicions aroused by some casual
 circumstances that have been brought to his notice. Would
to Heaven he would be more frank with me!
“Now, Gabriel, my own brother, let me plead with you as
a sister. Joan must remain here; I have my reasons, and a
woman’s wit is worth more than a lawyer’s tongue. As for
yourself, stay in London till I bid you come.
“Joan is well. See, I enclose a short letter from her. Also
a little money out of my allowance. Use it, dear Gabriel,
and God bless you!
“Pardon the vagueness of all this; I write in great haste.
“Judith.”

Gabriel sat there in the twilight with the letters and bank-notes
laid upon his knee. From without came the sound of a woman
singing, singing in one of the dim and narrow rooms below his
window. To Gabriel it seemed for the moment as the voice of some
aspiring spirit climbing from the squalor of life into the more splendid
land of dreams. It was but a poor, struggling child of art who sang,
mocking with her melody the coarse cares of a loveless world.
He took Joan’s letter and read it as through a mist, halting often
as though to hold and possess each word.

“Dear Heart [it ran],—Judith, your sister, will have told

you all; how we two have come together and how she has
helped me. I had dreamed of noble women in the past, and
now I have found one of my own flesh and blood and
crown and all. Judith is wonderful; were she a queen, I
could die for her as easily as I could fall asleep.
“Of my father I need write nothing, save that he is
dead.
“Oh, my own, I stretch out my arms to you, and my
heart is full. Yet must I stay here in exile, even as you must
wait for what God shall give to us. I have great joy and
faith in Judith, for like an angel she seems to press the
clouds back from the world.
 “Gabriel, good-night. There is a spirit in me that bids me
hope.”

The man sat a long while in the silent room, while the night
came down and the gloom increased. Out of the dusk, under the
shadow of fruit-trees, within beck of a red rose, Gabriel beheld two
women standing, fair women whose faces seemed to cleanse the
world. Horror and despair seemed to faint away like black waters
ebbing from before their feet. For in either hand there was a lamp,
golden-tongued and stately, Faith out of Heaven.
The singing had ceased in the room below, and over the myriad
roofs rose the solemn arch of the moon. Gabriel watched it climb the
sky, till it seemed to hang like a mighty halo behind the iron cross of
a church.
 XLII

T HEY buried Zeus Gildersedge in Saltire churchyard, Mr. Mince

officiating, bleating through the burial service with his usual
sentimental unction.
“Earth to earth, and dust to dust.”
Good gold also to the greedy, and the dead man’s store
consecrated to strangers and to hirelings. Thus Zeus Gildersedge,
who had never given a penny away gladly in his life, went to his last
resting-place, and, Lazarus-like, lay in Charity’s bosom, while his
child was barred out from before the gates of “the worthy.”
There was a goodly gathering about the grave, for the funeral
had excited the curiosity of the villagers. Mrs. Mince was there in
black gloves and black bonnet; also James Marjoy, pulling his ragged
mustache; also his wife, eying creation irritably through her
brimming glasses. Mrs. Primmer, hard mouthed and self-satisfied,
stood beside the gravestone of a girl who had died in child-bed,
dabbing her eyes at intervals with a large, white handkerchief. To
judge by the dignity of the display, Zeus Gildersedge might have
been one of the most respected of patriarchs, a man whose
sympathies had fathomed the woes of many a poor fellow’s pocket.
At the end thereof, the crowd dwindled through the lych-gate,
under the green chestnut-trees, and by the school-house where the
children were at work. Mrs. Primmer, whose tongue had been busy
ascribing Zeus Gildersedge’s death to his daughter’s “shocking
interference,” accompanied Mrs. Mince up Saltire High Street to the
vicarage. Mrs. Primmer carried a little black hand-bag, wherein lay
the handkerchief she had used at the funeral, her post-office savings
book, and several trinkets she had appropriated from Joan’s
bedroom at Burnt House. Mrs. Primmer, in acknowledgment of her
many virtues, was to be received once more at the vicarage as cook.
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