60 THE SILVER FOX 



door as he made the concluding charge, and 

 met Mr. Glasgow in the act of taking leave 

 of his niece. 



When Slaney went up to her room that 

 night she sat for a long time by the fire, 

 with her elbows on her knees and her face 

 in her hands. There was a little table by 

 her. On it were an old-fashioned desk, a 

 good many books, and, half-emerging from 

 the paper in which it had been wrapped, 

 a number of the Fortnightly Review. She 

 sat for a long time, and sometimes in the 

 silence of the house the beating of her heart 

 was like a voice in her ears, telling her 

 irrepressibly of her own weakness and 

 strength, of depths of herself hitherto un- 

 known. Her pure and ardent nature was 

 awakening out of narrowness, her clear 

 intellect scaled all possibilities like a strong 

 climber. 



As if she had yielded to herself for too 

 long, she sat up at length, and after a 

 moment, took up the Fortnightly Review, 

 and began to turn its pages over — Glasgow 



