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Three weeks and they were still in London If they could only have risen

up in theof the New Life, and turned their backs on that hateful

flat forever! But, seeing that Mrs Nevill Tyson was tired out with her

journey froreater reht of yet The doctor was consulted

"I must examine the heart," said the man of science

He examined the heart

"Better wait another week," he said, shortly Brevity is the soul of

medical wit; he was a very eminent man, and time also was short

So they waited a week, three weeks in fact The delay gave Tyson tis At first it seemed to him that he

too had attained He was ready to fall in with all his wife's innocent

schee with

excitement that was pleasure in itself He was perfectly prepared for an

open rupture with the past, or, indeed, for any sudden and violent course

of action, the more violent the better He dreamed of cataclysht, of flight by express

trains from London, the place of all disaster His soul would have been

appeased by a telegrarauous, elusive They began to get on his nerves

Still, there could be no possible doubt that he had attained At any rate

he had advanced a considerable distance on the way of peace It looked

like it; he was happy without anything to make him happy, a state which

seemed to be a feature of the New Life

The New Life was not exhausting He had an idea that he could keep it up

indefinitely But at the end of the first fortnight he realized that he

was drifting, not towards peace, but towards a horrible, teeiven over to dullness and