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Rh the mental communion that had been checked by his thoughts of the previous day.

“I suppose I’m rather self-conscious about the Dillons, because they’re one of my object lessons—they illustrate the text,” he said laughing, as they went down the steps.

Westmore had been given a half-holiday for the opening of the hospital, and as Amherst and Justine turned into the street, parties of workers were dispersing toward their houses. They were still a dull-eyed stunted throng, to whom air and movement seemed to have been too long denied; but there was more animation in the groups, more light in individual faces; many of the younger men returned Amherst’s good-day with a look of friendliness, and the women to whom he spoke met him with a volubility that showed the habit of frequent intercourse.

“How much you have done!” Justine exclaimed, as he rejoined her after one of these asides; but the next moment he saw a shade of embarrassment cross her face, as though she feared to have suggested comparisons she had meant to avoid.

He answered quite naturally: “Yes—I’m beginning to see my way now; and it’s wonderful how they respond—” and they walked on without a shadow of constraint between them, while he described to her what was already done, and what direction his projected experiments were taking. [ 456 ]