Helena lit a candle and went to her bedroom. She quickly packed her

dress-basket. As she stood before the mirror to put on her hat, her

eyes, gazing heavily, met her heavy eyes in the mirror. She glanced away

swiftly as if she had been burned.

'How stupid I look!' she said to herself. 'And Siegmund, how is he, I

wonder?' She wondered how Siegmund had passed the day, what had happened to him,

how he felt, how he looked. She thought of him protectively.

Having strapped her basket, she carried it downstairs. Her mother was

ready, with a white lace scarf round her neck. After a short time Louisa

came in. She dropped her basket in the passage, and then sank into

a chair.

'I don't want to go, Nell,' she said, after a few moments of silence.

'Why, how is that?' asked Helena, not surprised, but condescending, as

to a child.

'Oh, I don't know; I'm tired,' said the other petulantly.

'Of course you are. What do you expect, after a day like this?' said

Helena.

'And rushing about packing,' exclaimed Mrs Verden, still in an

exaggerated manner, this time scolding playfully.

'Oh, I don't know. I don't think I want to go, dear,' repeated Louisa

dejectedly.

'Well, it is time we set out,' replied Helena, rising. 'Will you carry

the basket or the violin, Mater?' Louisa rose, and with a forlorn expression took up her light luggage.

The west opposite the door was smouldering with sunset. Darkness is only

smoke that hangs suffocatingly over the low red heat of the sunken day.

Such was Helena's longed-for night. The tramcar was crowded. In one

corner Olive, the third friend, rose excitedly to greet them. Helena sat

mute, while the car swung through the yellow, stale lights of a

third-rate street of shops. She heard Olive remarking on her sunburned

face and arms; she became aware of the renewed inflammation in her

blistered arms; she heard her own curious voice answering. Everything

was in a maze. To the beat of the car, while the yellow blur of the

shops passed over her eyes, she repeated: 'Two hundred and forty

miles--two hundred and forty miles.'




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