 gone, and you will
not have bought one. There are those deliciously soft warm things for the wrists
- do buy them.«
    »Oh, no,« said Stephen, »they must be intended for imaginative persons, who
can chill themselves on this warm day by thinking of the frosty Caucasus. Stern
reason is my forte, you know. You must get Philip to buy those. By the way, why
doesn't he come?«
    »He never likes going where there are many people, though I enjoined him to
come. He said he would buy up any of my goods that the rest of the world
rejected. But now, do go and buy something of Maggie.«
    »No, no - see - she has got a customer: there is old Wakem himself just
coming up.«
    Lucy's eyes turned with anxious interest towards Maggie, to see how she went
through this first interview, since a sadly memorable time, with a man towards
whom she must have so strange a mixture of feelings; but she was pleased to
notice that Wakem had tact enough to enter at once into talk about the bazaar
wares, and appear interested in purchasing, smiling now and then kindly at
Maggie, and not calling on her to speak much, as if he observed that she was
rather pale and tremulous.
    »Why, Wakem is making himself particularly amiable to your cousin,« said
Stephen, in an under-tone to Lucy; »is it pure magnanimity? you talked of a
family quarrel.«
    »O, that will soon be quite healed, I hope,« said Lucy, becoming a little
indiscreet in her satisfaction, and speaking with an air of significance. But
Stephen did not appear to notice this, and as some lady-purchasers came up, he
lounged on towards Maggie's end, handling trifles and standing aloof until
Wakem, who had taken out his purse, had finished his transactions.
    »My son came with me,« he overheard Wakem saying, »but he has vanished into
some other part of the building, and has left all these charitable gallantries
to me. I hope you'll reproach him for his shabby conduct.«
    She returned his smile and bow without speaking, and he turned away, only
then observing Stephen, and nodding to him. Maggie, conscious that Stephen was
still there, busied herself with counting money, and avoided looking up. She had
been well pleased that he had devoted himself to Lucy to-day, and had not come
near her. They had begun the morning with an
