firmly modelled mouth and chin; and, that all should be as it was of old,
she wore a closely fitting gray dress.

Since the human soul is finite and not in the least under its own
command, Dick, advancing, said 'Halloo!' after the manner of
schoolboys, and Maisie answered, 'Oh, Dick, is that you?' Then, against
his will, and before the brain newly released from considerations of the
cash balance had time to dictate to the nerves, every pulse of Dick's body
throbbed furiously and his palate dried in his mouth. The fog shut down
again, and Maisie's face was pearl-white through it. No word was
spoken, but Dick fell into step at her side, and the two paced the
Embankment together, keeping the step as perfectly as in their afternoon
excursions to the mud-flats. Then Dick, a little hoarsely--
'What has happened to Amomma?'

'He died, Dick. Not cartridges; over-eating. He was always greedy. Isn't
it funny?'

'Yes. No. Do you mean Amomma?'

'Ye--es. No. This. Where have you come from?'

'Over there,' He pointed eastward through the fog. 'And you?'

'Oh, I'm in the north,--the black north, across all the Park. I am very
busy.'

'What do you do?'

'I paint a great deal. That's all I have to do.'