TO THE LIGHTHOUSE

—forgive me, care for me; while James the
lawgiver, with the tablets of eternal wisdom laid
open on his knee (his hand on the tiller had become
symbolical to her), said, Resist him. Fight him,
He said so rightly; justly. For they must fight
tyranny to the death, she thought. Of all human
qualities she reverenced justice most. Her brother
was most god-like, her father most suppliant.
And to which did she yield, she thought, sitting
between them, gazing at the shore whose points
were all unknown to her, and thinking how the
lawn and the terrace and the house were smoothed
away now and peace dwelt there.

" Jasper," she said sullenly. He'd look after
the puppy.

And what was she going to call him? her
father persisted. He had had a dog when he was
a little boy, called Frisk. Shell give way, James
thought, as he watched a look come upon her
face, a look he remembered. They look down,
he thought, at their knitting or something. Then
suddenly they look up. There was a flash of blue,
he remembered, and then somebody sitting with
him laughed, surrendered, and he was very angry.
It must have been his mother, he thought,
sitting on a low chair, with his father standing
over her. He began to search among the
infinite series of impressions which time had laid
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