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ead　and　the　air　stinking　of　death；　the　youth's　casually　apocalyptic　chatter　disturbed　her。　It　was　as　if　he　was　willing　some　cataclysm　to　overtake　his　little　world；　not　prehending　for　a　moment　what　that　implied。
　When　he　grew　bored　with　predicting　ruination；　he　started　to　ask　her　questions　about　where　she　and　her　friend　had　been　ing　from　or　going　to　when　the　storm　had　caught　them。　She　saw　no　reason　not　to　tell　him　they'd　been　at　the　estate；　so　she　did　so。　Her　reply　earned　her　what　studied　disinterest　had　failed　to　achieve　for　three　quarters　of　an　hour：　his　silence。　He　gave　her　a　baleful　look　in　the　mirror　and　then　turned　on　the　radio；　proving；　if　nothing　else；　that　the　shadow　of　the　Godolphin　family　was　sufficient　to　hush　even　a　doomsayer。　They　traveled　to　the　outskirts　of　London　without　further　exchange；　the　youth　only　breaking　the　silence　when　he　needed　directions。
　〃Do　you　want　to　be　dropped　at　the　studio？〃　she　asked　Gentle。
　He　was　slow　to　answer；　but　when　he　did　it　was　to　reply　that；　yes；　that's　where　he　wanted　to　go。　Jude　furnished　instructions　to　the　driver　and　then　turned　her　gaze　back　towards　Gentle。　He　was　still　staring　out　the　window；　rain　speckling　his　brow　and　cheeks　like　sweat；　drops　hanging　off　his　nose；　chin；　and　eyelashes。　The　smallest　of　smiles　curled　the　corners　of　his　mouth。　Catching　him　unawares　like　this；　she　almost　regretted　her　dismissal　of　his　overtures　at　the　estate。　This　face；　for　all　that　the　mind　behind　it　had　done；　was　the　face　that　had　appeared　to　her　while　she　slept　in　Quaisoir's　bed：　the　dream　lover　whose　imagined　caresses　had　brought　from　her　cries　so　loud　her　sister　had　heard　them　two　rooms　away。　Certainly；　they　could　never　again　be　the　lovers　who'd　courted　in　the　great　house　two　centuries　before。　But　their　shared　history　marked　them　in　ways　they　had　yet　to　discover；　and　perhaps　when　those　discoveries　were　all　made　they'd　find　a　way　to　put　into　flesh　the　deeds　she　dreamed　in　Quaisoir's　bed。
　The　rainstorm　had　preceded　them　to　the　city；　unleashed　its　torrent；　and　moved　off；　so　that　by　the　time　they　reached　the　outskirts　there　was　sufficient　blue　sky　overhead　to　promise　a　warm；　if　glistening；　evening。　The　traffic　was　still　clogged；　however；　and　the　last　three　miles　of　the　journey　took　almost　as　long　as　the　previous　thirty。　By　the　time　they　reached　Gentle's　studio　their　driver；　used　to　the　quiet　roads　around　the　estate；　was　out　of　sympathy　with　the　whole　endeavor　and　had　several　times　broken　his　silence　to　curse　the　traffic　and　warn　his　passengers　that　he　was　going　to　require　very　considerable　repense　for　his　troubles。
　Jude　got　out　of　the　car　along　with　Gentle　and　on　the　studio　step…out　of　the　driver's　earshot…asked　him　if　he　had　enough　money　inside　to　pay　the　man。　She　would　rather　take　a　taxi　from　here；　she　said；　than　endure　his　pany　any　longer。　Gentle　replied　that　if　there　was　any　cash　in　the　studio；　it　certainly　wouldn't　be　sufficient。
　〃It　looks　like　I'm　stuck　with　him　then；〃　Jude　said。　〃Never　mind。　Do　you　want　me　to　e　up　with　you？　Have　you　got　a　key？〃
　〃There'll　be　somebody　in　downstairs；〃　he　replied。　〃They've　got　a　spare。〃
　〃Then　I　suppose　this　is　it。〃　It　was　so　bathetic；　parting　like　this　after　all　that　had　gone　before。　〃I'll　ring　you　when　we've　both　slept〃
　〃The　phone's　probably　been　cut　off。〃
　〃Then　ring　me　from　a　box；　huh？　I　won't　be　at　Oscar's；　I'll　be　at　home。〃
　The　conversation　might　have　guttered　out　there；　but　for　his　reply。
　〃Don't　stay　away　from　him　on　my　account；〃　he　said。
　〃What　do　you　mean　by　that？〃
　〃Just　that　you've　got　your　love　affairs；〃　he　said。
　〃And　what？　You've　got　yours？〃
　〃Not　exactly。〃
　〃What　then？〃
　〃I　mean；　not　exactly　love　affairs。〃　He　shook　his　head。　〃Never　mind。　We'll　talk　about　it　some　other　time。〃
　〃No；〃　Jude　told　him；　taking　his　arm　as　he　tried　to　turn　from　her。　〃We'll　talk　about　it　now。〃
　Gentle　sighed　wearily。　〃Look；　it　doesn't　matter；〃　he　said。
　〃If　it　doesn't　matter；　just　tell　me。〃
　He　hesitated　for　several　seconds。　Then　he　said；　〃I　got　married。〃
　〃Did　you　indeed？〃　she　said；　with　feigned　lightness。　〃And　who's　the　lucky　girl？　Not　the　kid　you　were　talking　about？〃
　〃Huzzah？　Good　God；　no。〃
　He　paused　for　a　tiny　time；　frowning　deeply。
　〃Go　on；〃　she　said。　〃Spit　it　out。〃
　〃I　married　Pie　'oh'　pah。〃
　Her　first　impulse　was　to　laugh…the　thought　was　absurd…but　before　the　sound　escaped　her　she　caught　the　frown　on　his　face　and　revulsion　overtook　laughter。　This　was　no　joke。　He'd　married　the　assassin；　the　sexless　thing　who　was　a　function　of　its　lover's　every　desire。　And　why　was　she　so　stunned？　When　Oscar　had　described　the　species　to　her；　hadn't　she　herself　remarked　that　it　was　Gentle's　idea　of　paradise？
　〃That's　some　secret；〃　she　said。
　〃I　would　have　told　you　about　it　sooner　or　later。〃
　Now　she　allowed　herself　a　little　laughter；　soft　and　sour。　〃Back　there　you　almost　had　me　believing　there　was　something　between　us。〃
　〃That's　because　there　was；〃　he　replied。　〃Because　there　always　will　be。〃
　〃Why　should　that　matter　to　you　now？〃。
　〃I　have　to　hold　on　to　a　little　of　what　I　was。　What　I　dreamed。〃
　〃And　what　did　you　dream？〃
　〃That　the　three　of　us…〃　He　stopped；　sighing。　Then：　〃That　the　three　of　us　would　find　some　way　to　be　together。〃　He　wasn't　looking　at　her　but　at　the　empty　ground　between　them；　where　he'd　clearly　wanted　his　beloved　Pie　to　stand。　〃The　mystif　would　have　learned　to　love　you；〃　he　said。
　〃I　don't　want　to　hear　this；〃　she　snapped。
　〃It　would　have　been　anything　you　desired。　Anything。〃
　〃Stop；〃　she　told　him。　〃Just　stop。〃
　He　shrugged。　〃It's　all　right；〃　he　said。　〃Pie's　dead。　And　we're　going　our　different　ways。　It　was　just　some　stupid　dream　I　had。　I　thought　you'd　want　to　know　it；　that's　all。〃
　〃I　don't　want　anything　from　you；〃　she　replied　coldly。　〃You　can　keep　your　lunacies　to　yourself　from　now　on！〃
　She'd　long　since　let　go　of　his　arm；　leaving　him　to　retreat　up　the　steps。　But　he　didn't　go。　He　simply　stood　watching　her；　squinting　like　a　drunkard　trying　to　hook　one　thought　to　another。　It　was　she　who　retreated；　shaking　her　head　as　she　turned　her　back　on　him　and　crossed　the　puddled　pavement　to　the　car。　Once　in；　the　door　slammed；　she　told　the　driver　to　get　going；　and…　the　car　sped　from　the　curb。
　On　the　step　Gentle　watched　the　corner　where　the　car　turned　long　after　the　vehicle　had　gone　from　sight；　as　though　some　words　of　peace　might　yet　e　to　his　lips　and　be　carried　from　them　to　call　her　back。　But　he　was　out　of　persuasions。　Though　he'd　returned　to　his　place　as　a　Reconciler；　he　knew　he'd　here　opened　a　wound　he　lacked　the　gift　to　heal；　at　least　until　he'd　slept　and　recovered　his　faculties。
　
　Forty…five　minutes　after　she'd　left　Gentle　on　his　doorstep；　Jude　was　throwing　open　the　windows　of　her　house　to　let　in　the　late…afternoon　sun　and　some　fresh　air。　The　journey　from　the　studio　had　passed　with　her　scarcely　being　aware　of　the　fact；　so　stunned　had　she　been　by　Gentle's　revelation。　Married！　The　thought　was　absurd；　except　that　she　couldn't　find　it　in　herself　to　be　amused。
　Though　it　was　now　many　weeks　since　she'd　occupied　the　house　（all　but　the　hardiest　of　her　plants　had　died　from　loneliness；　and　she'd　forgotten　how　the　percolator　and　the　locks　on　the　windows　worked）；　it　was　still　a　place　she　felt　at　home　in；　and　by　the　time　she'd　downed　a　couple　of　cups　of　coffee；　showered；　and　changed　into　some　clean　clothes；　the　Dominion　from　which　she'd　stepped　only　hours　before　was　receding。　In　the　presence　of　so　many　familiar　sights　and　smells　the　strangeness　of　Yzordderrex　wasn't　its　strength　but　its　frailty。　Without　invitation；　her　mind　had　already　drawn　a　line　between　the　place　she'd　left　and　the　one　which　she　was　now　in；　as　solid　as　the　division　between　a　thing　dreamt　and　a　thing　lived。　No　wonder　Oscar　had　made　a　ritual　of　going　up　to　his　treasure　room；　she　thought；　and　muning　with　his　collection。　It　was　a　way　of　holding　on　to　a　perception　that　was　under　constant　siege　by　the　monplace。
　With　several　jolts　of　coffee　buzzing　around　her　bloodstream；　the　fatigue　she'd　felt　on　the　journey　back　into　the　city　had　disappeared；　so　she　decided　to　use　the　evening　to　visit　Oscar's　house。　She'd　called　him　several　times　since　she'd　got　back；　but　the　fact　that　nobody　had　answered　was　not；　she　knew；　proof　of　his　absence　or　demise。　He'd　seldom　picked　up　the　telephone　in　the　house…that　duty　had　fallen　to　Dowd…and　more　than　once　he'd　stated　his　abhorrence　of　the　machines。　In　paradise；　he'd　once　said；　the　mon　blessed　use　telegrams　and　the　saints　have　talking　doves；　all　the　telephones　are　down　below。
　She　left　the　house　at　seven　or　so；　caught　a　cab；　and　went　to　Regent's　Park　Road。　She　found　the　house　securely　'locked；　without　so　much　as　a　window　standing　ajar；　which　on　such　a　clement　evening　surely　meant　there　was　nobody　home。　Just　to　be　sure；　she　went　around　to　the　rear　of　the　house　and　peered　in。　At　the　sight　of　her；　the　three　parrots　Oscar　kept　in　the　back　room　rose　from　their　perches　in　alarm。　Nor　did　they　settle；　but　squawked　on　in　panic　as　she　cupped　her　hands　over　her　brow　and　peered　in　to　see　if　their　seed　and　water　bowls　were　full。　Though　their　perches　were　too　far　from　the　window　for　her　to　see；　their　level　of　agitation　was　enough　to　make　her　fear　the　worst　Oscar；　she　suspected；　hadn't　soothed　their　feathers　in　a　long　time。　So　where　was　he？　Back　at　the　estate；　lying　dead　in　the　long　grass？　If　so；　it　would　be　folly　to　go　back　there　now　and　look　for　him；　with　darkness　an　hour　away　at　most。　Besides；　when　she　thought　back　to　her　last　glimpse　of　him；　she　was　reasonably　certain　she'd　seen　him　rising　to　his　feet；　framed　against　the　door。　He　was　robust；　despite　his　excesses。　She　couldn't　believe　he　was　dead。　In　hiding；　more　like：　concealing　himself　from　the　Tabula　Rasa。　With　that　thought　in　mind　she　returned　to　the　front　door　and　scribbled　an　anonymous　note；　telling　him　she　was　alive　and　well；　and　slipped　it　into　the　letter　box。　He'd　know　who'd　penned　it。　Who　else　would　write　that　the　Express　had　brought　her　home；　safe　and　sound？
　A　little　after　ten…thirty　she　was　preparing　for　bed　when　she　heard　somebody　calling　her　name　from　the　street。　She　went　to　the　balcony　and　looked　out　to　see　Clem　standing　on　the　pavement　below；　hollering　for　all　he　was　worth。　It　was　many　months　since　they'd　spoken；　and　her　pleasure　at　the　sight　of　him　was