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To a feminine eye there was nothing amiss in the sharp depressions at the corners of his mouth,nor in the rather box-like construction of his forehead.

He was dark,clean-shaven and seemed accustomed to command.

"In front or behind?Which do you prefer?

It may be windy in front."

"In front if I may;then we can talk."

"But excuse me one moment--I can't think what they're doing with that parcel."He strode into the booking-office and called with a new voice:"Hi!hi,you there!Are you going to keep me waiting all day?Parcel for Wilcox,Howards End.Just look sharp!"Emerging,he said in quieter tones:"This station's abominably organized;if I had my way,the whole lot of 'em should get the sack.May Ihelp you in?"

"This is very good of you,"said Mrs.Munt,as she settled herself into a luxurious cavern of red leather,and suffered her person to be padded with rugs and shawls.She was more civil than she had intended,but really this young man was very kind.Moreover,she was a little afraid of him:his self-possession was extraordinary.

"Very good indeed,"she repeated,adding:"It is just what I should have wished.""Very good of you to say so,"he replied,with a slight look of surprise,which,like most slight looks,escaped Mrs.Munt's attention."I was just tooling my father over to catch the down train.""You see,we heard from Helen this morning."

Young Wilcox was pouring in petrol,starting his engine,and performing other actions with which this story has no concern.

The great car began to rock,and the form of Mrs.Munt,trying to explain things,sprang agreeably up and down among the red cushions."The mater will be very glad to see you,"he mumbled."Hi!I say.

Parcel for Howards End.Bring it out.Hi!"

A bearded porter emerged with the parcel in one hand and an entry book in the other.With the gathering whir of the motor these ejaculations mingled:"Sign,must I?Why the--should I sign after all this bother?Not even got a pencil on you?

Remember next time I report you to the station-master.My time's of value,though yours mayn't be.Here"--here being a tip.

"Extremely sorry,Mrs.Munt."

"Not at all,Mr.Wilcox."

"And do you object to going through the village?

It is rather a longer spin,but I have one or two commissions.""I should love going through the village.

Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you."As she said this she felt ashamed,for she was disobeying Margaret's instructions.Only disobeying them in the letter,surely.

Margaret had only warned her against discussing the incident with outsiders.

Surely it was not "uncivilized or wrong"to discuss it with the young man himself,since chance had thrown them together.

A reticent fellow,he made no reply.Mounting by her side,he put on gloves and spectacles,and off they drove,the bearded porter--life is a mysterious business--looking after them with admiration.

The wind was in their faces down the station road,blowing the dust into Mrs.Munt's eyes.But as soon as they turned into the Great North Road she opened fire."You can well imagine,"she said,"that the news was a great shock to us.""What news?"

"Mr.Wilcox,"she said frankly."Margaret has told me everything--everything.I have seen Helen's letter."He could not look her in the face,as his eyes were fixed on his work;he was travelling as quickly as he dared down the High Street.But he inclined his head in her direction,and said,"I beg your pardon;I didn't catch.""About Helen.Helen,of course.Helen is a very exceptional person--I am sure you will let me say this,feeling towards her as you do--indeed,all the Schlegels are exceptional.

I come in no spirit of interference,but it was a great shock."They drew up opposite a draper's.Without replying,he turned round in his seat,and contemplated the cloud of dust that they had raised in their passage through the village.It was settling again,but not all into the road from which he had taken it.

Some of it had percolated through the open windows,some had whitened the roses and gooseberries of the wayside gardens,while a certain proportion had entered the lungs of the villagers."I wonder when they'll learn wisdom and tar the roads,"was his comment.Then a man ran out of the draper's with a roll of oilcloth,and off they went again.

"Margaret could not come herself,on account of poor Tibby,so I am here to represent her and to have a good talk.""I'm sorry to be so dense,"said the young man,again drawing up outside a shop."But I still haven't quite understood.""Helen,Mr.Wilcox--my niece and you."

He pushed up his goggles and gazed at her,absolutely bewildered.Horror smote her to the heart,for even she began to suspect that they were at cross-purposes,and that she had commenced her mission by some hideous blunder.

"Miss Schlegel and myself."he asked,compressing his lips.

"I trust there has been no misunderstanding,"quavered Mrs.Munt."Her letter certainly read that way.""What way?"

"That you and she--"She paused,then drooped her eyelids.

"I think I catch your meaning,"he said stickily.

"What an extraordinary mistake!"

"Then you didn't the least--"she stammered,getting blood-red in the face,and wishing she had never been born.

"Scarcely,as I am already engaged to another lady."There was a moment's silence,and then he caught his breath and exploded with,"Oh,good God!Don't tell me it's some silliness of Paul's.""But you are Paul."

"I'm not."

"Then why did you say so at the station?"

"I said nothing of the sort."

"I beg your pardon,you did."