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Hichens, Robert Smythe, 1864-1950

"A Spirit in Prison"

His vivacity,
his excitement made a paper-chase seem one of the most brilliant and
remarkable events in a brilliant and remarkable world. He had been the
hare. And such a hare! Since hares were first created and placed in
the Garden of Eden there had been none like unto him. He told of his
cunning exploits.
The fingers of Artois moved faster. Hermione glanced at his face. Its
massiveness looked heavy. The large eyes were fixed upon the table-
cloth. His hand just then was more expressive. And as she glanced at
it again something very pitiful awoke in her, something pitiful for
him and for herself. She felt that very often lately she had
misunderstood him--she had been confused about him. But now, in this
moment, she understood him perfectly.
He pulled some more crumb out of his roll.
She was fascinated by his hand. Much as it had written, it had never
written more clearly on paper than it was writing now.
But suddenly she felt as if she could not look at it any more, as if
it was intolerable to look at it.


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