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The Rehabilitation Specialist s Handbook 4th Edition
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FOURTH EDITION
THE
REHABILITATION
SPECIALIST’S
HANDBOOK
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FOURTH EDITION
THE
REHABILITATION
SPECIALIST’S
HANDBOOK
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
Research Professor
NeuroMuscular Research Center, and
Sargent College of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences
Boston University
Boston, Massachusetts

Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA

Associate Professor, Department of Cell Biology
Emory University School of Medicine Center for Rehabilitation Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
Professor, Health and Elder Care
Nell Hodgson Woodruff School of Nursing at Emory University
Senior Research Scientist, Atlanta VA Rehab R&D Center

David A. Scalzitti, PhD, PT, OCS

Associate Editor, Evidence-Based Resources
American Physical Therapy Association
Alexandria, Virginia
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Preface

This Fourth Edition of the Rehabilitation Specialist’s Handbook is a testament

to the fact that information, and the technology for communicating it, has
expanded at an exponential rate. While many of the early attributes designed for
easy access in the Handbook have been retained, this one edition has undergone
more extensive modifications than all previous editions combined. We may have
even reached the point at which the term “revision” is outdated, because the new
content in Edition 4 has surpassed that retained from previous editions.
If this is your first exposure to the Handbook, then these changes are
inconsequential . . . just enjoy the book, and make full use of our efforts to keep
pace with the times. To those of you who have consulted previous Handbook
editions, we hope you will continue to appreciate the fact that we have not com-
promised our goal of providing you with information that is easily retrievable,
substantive, and relevant to rehabilitation practice.
When first opening this book, you will notice that the content has been
completely reorganized into sections that emphasize its relationship to rehabil-
itation practices, such as “Tools and Essentials for Practice,” “Specialty Areas
of Practice,” and “Resources for Practice.” More generalized information for
the different body systems is now listed in a separate section. Each of the com-
ponents within these sections has been expanded significantly—not only by
updating the material from the third edition, but also by adding new sections
that reflect either the growing importance of specific sub-specialties in reha-
bilitation (Women’s Health, Oncology, Genetics, and Geriatrics), and new
technological advancements that provide resources for practice (Prosthetics,
Orthotics, Wheelchairs and Seating). The specialty areas and resources for
practice have been particularly strengthened by recruiting experts in the field
to co-author sections, or components within them, that have been revised, or in
some cases originated, so that the content truly reflects contemporary, clinical
expertise. These individuals, to whom we are greatly indebted, are listed promi-
nently immediately following the Preface.
You may then notice that this edition offers a full-color re-design of the
pages including easier-to-read tables and over 400 completely new illustrations.
For the first time, photographs and digital imaging combine with full-color
anatomical illustrations and other line drawings to more effectively convey in-
formation. The re-design also integrates a color-coded organizational structure
(colored section tabs, outlines, etc.) making it simpler to find information.
We acknowledge with profound appreciation that past editions of the
Handbook have been used widely by students while acquiring their clinical
experiences and to prepare for licensure examinations. Although not specifically
designed for examination preparation, students have recognized over the years
that the Handbook has the depth and breadth of information to provide a
valuable and unique resource for retrieving information that will make them
better prepared for successfully completing this important milestone in their
professional lives. Feedback from students over the years on Handbook content
has been an extremely valuable resource. We are thankful for your input and
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vi Preface

welcome future generations of students to these pages to continue this important

dialogue.
One of the most important changes, in terms of “keeping contemporary,”
may be the least recognizable. Handbook 4 has been prepared so that it can be
made available in contemporary digital format to support its use on a variety
of portable devices that have become a mainstay of our professional and
personal lives.
The Greek philosopher Aristotle is credited with the pensive and insightful
statement that “change in all things is sweet.” While certainly true in reflecting
on the new developments in Handbook 4, one change, the loss of our dear
co-founding author Jules Rothstein, is a profound exception that leaves a void
in this evolving process, as well as in our personal and professional lives. We
miss his friendship and brilliance in co-authoring the original text, and guiding
us on past revisions. It is fitting that Dr. David Scalzitti, who was mentored
by Jules, should now assume the role of co-author on Handbook 4, joining
co-founding authors Drs. Serge Roy and Steven Wolf. David has made
invaluable contributions to past editions, and has earned this advancement from
hard work and insightful contributions. He has also earned our respect and
appreciation.

S.H. Roy
Boston, 2011

S.L. Wolf
Atlanta, 2011
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Contributors

Hilmir Agustsson, MHSc, DPT, MTC, CFC

University of St. Augustine
St. Augustine, Florida
Doris Armour, MD
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University
Atlanta, Georgia
Diane Beckwith, PT, ATP
Center for Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University
Atlanta, Georgia
Sarah Blanton, DPT, NCS
Division of Physical Therapy
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University School of Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
Charles D. Ciccone, PhD, PT,
Department of Physical Therapy
School of Health Sciences and Human Performance
Ithaca College
Ithaca, New York
Catherine L. Curtis, EdD, PT
Department of Physical Therapy
School of Health Sciences & Practice
Institute of Public Health
New York Medical College
Valhalla, New York
Edelle Field-Fote, PhD, PT
Department of Physical Therapy
University of Miami Miller School of Medicine
Miami, Florida
Wendy Gilleard, BAppSc, MSc, PhD
School of Health and Human Sciences
Southern Cross University
Lismore, NSW AUSTRALIA
Allon Goldberg, PhD, PT
Department of Physical Therapy
Wayne State University
Detroit, Michigan

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viii Contributors

Courtney Hall, PhD, PT

Auditory and Vestibular Dysfunction REAP
James H. Quillen VA Medical Center
Mountain Home, Tennessee
Susan Herdman, PhD, PT, FAPTA
Division of Physical Therapy
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University School of Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
Jeffrey Hoder, PhD, PT, DPT, NCS
Department of Neurology
Virginia Commonwealth University
Richmond, Virginia
Christopher Hovorka, MS, CPO, LPO, FAAOP
Prosthetics and Orthotics Program
School of Applied Physiology
Georgia Institute of Technology
Atlanta, Georgia
Zoher Kapasi, PhD, PT, MBA
Division of Physical Therapy
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University School of Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
Robert Kistenberg, MPH, CP, LP, FAAOP
Prosthetics and Orthotics Program
School of Applied Physiology
Georgia Institute of Technology
Atlanta, Georgia
Aimee B. Klein, DPT, DSc, OCS
Department of Physical Therapy
School of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences
MGH Institute of Health Professions
Boston, Massachusetts
Geza Kogler, PhD, CO
Prosthetics and Orthotics Program
School of Applied Physiology
Georgia Institute of Technology
Atlanta, Georgia
Andréa Leiserowitz, MPT, CLT
Oncology Physical Therapy
Eugene, Oregon
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Contributors ix

Edward Mahoney, MSPT, DPT, CWS

Department of Rehabilitation Sciences
School of Allied Health Professions
LSU Health Sciences Center
Shreveport, Louisiana
Irene McEwen, PT, DPT, PhD, FAPTA
The Department of Rehabilitation Sciences
College of Allied Health
University of Oklahoma HSC
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
David Pleva, PT, Dip.MDT
Community Physical Therapy
Addison, Illinois
Chris Rorden, PhD
Center for Advanced Brain Imaging
Medical University of South Carolina
Charleston, South Carolina
Elizabeth Benson Smith
Habersham Medical Center
Demorest, Georgia
Anthony Y. Stringer, PhD, ABPP/CN, CPCRT
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine (Neuropsychology)
Emory University School of Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
Anne Swisher, PT, PhD, CCS
Department of Physical Therapy
School of Medicine-Human Performance
West Virginia University
Morgantown, West Virginia
Elise Townsend, DPT, PhD, PCS
Department of Physical Therapy
School of Health and Rehabilitation Sciences
MGH Institute of Health Professions
Boston, Massachusetts
Michael T. Wexler, BS
Department of Biomedical Engineering
College of Engineering
Boston University
Boston, Massachusetts
Heather Wilsey, PT, DPT, NCS, CSCS
Habersham Medical Center
Demorest, Georgia
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x Contributors

Joshua H. Wolf, MD
Piedmont Transplant Institute
Piedmont Hospital
Atlanta, Georgia
Laura Zajac-Cox, PT, NCS
Division of Physical Therapy
Department of Rehabilitation Medicine
Emory University School of Medicine
Atlanta, Georgia
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Brief Contents

PART I Tools and Essentials for Practice 1

SECTION I Concepts and Constructs 2
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
SECTION II Americans with Disabilities Act 18
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT

PART II Body Systems 35

SECTION III Musculoskeletal 36
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
David Pleva, PT, Dip MDT
Aimee B. Klein, DPT, DSc, OCS
SECTION IV Neuromuscular 193
Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA
Hilmir Agustsson, MHSc, DPT, MTC, CFC
Sarah Blanton, DPT, NCS
Edelle Field-Fote, PhD, PT
Susan Herdman, PhD, PT, FAPTA
Jeffrey Hoder, PhD, PT, NCS
Chris Rorden, PhD
Anthony Y. Stringer, PhD, ABPP/CN, CPCRT
Heather Wilsey, PT, DPT, NCS, CSCS
Laura Zajac-Cox, PT, NCS
SECTION V Cardiovascular 417
Anne Swisher, PT, PhD, CCS
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
SECTION VI Pulmonary 505
Anne Swisher, PT, PhD, CCS
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
SECTION VII Integumentary 543
Edward Mahoney, MSPT, DPT, CWS
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS

PART III Specialty Areas of Practice 591

SECTION VIII Pediatrics 592
Irene McEwen, PT, DPT, PhD, FAPTA
Elise Townsend, DPT, PhD, PCS
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
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xii Brief Contents

SECTION IX Geriatrics 647

Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA
Courtney Hall, PhD, PT
Zoher Kapasi, PhD, PT, MBA
SECTION X Women’s Health 689
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
Wendy Gilleard, BAppSc, MSc, PhD
SECTION XI Oncology 714
Andréa Leiserowitz, MPT, CLT
David A. Scalzitti, PT, PhD, OCS
SECTION XII General Medicine 751
Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA
Joshua H. Wolf, MD
Doris Armour, MD
SECTION XIII Genetics 869
Allon Goldberg, PhD, PT
Catherine L. Curtis, EdD, PT
Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA

PART IV Resources for Practice 889

SECTION XIV Kinesiology, Biomechanics, and Gait 890
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
SECTION XV Prosthetics 934
Robert Kistenberg, MPH, CP, LP, FAAOP
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
SECTION XVI Orthotics 1020
Christopher Hovorka, MS, CPO, LPO, FAAOP
Geza Kogler, PhD, CO
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
SECTION XVII Wheelchair Assessment and Prescription 1041
Diane Beckwith, PT, ATP
Steven L. Wolf, PhD, PT, FAPTA, FAHA
SECTION XVIII Physical Agents 1079
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
Aimee B. Klein, DPT, DSc, OCS
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Brief Contents xiii

SECTION XIX Pharmacology 1122

Charles D. Ciccone, PhD, PT
Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
SECTION XX Translations: Useful Expressions 1162

APPENDIX Reference Tables, Conversion Charts, and First Aid 1215

Serge H. Roy, ScD, PT
Michael T. Wexler, BS
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Contents

PART I Tools and Essentials for Practice 1

SECTION I Concepts and Constructs 2
International Classification of Functioning, Disability, and Health (ICF) 3
Guide to Physical Therapist Practice 5
Evidence-Based Practice 8
Hypothesis-Oriented Algorithm for Clinical Decision Making 13
SECTION II Americans With Disabilities Act 18
Description of the Americans With Disabilities Act (ADA) 19
ADA Amendment Act of 2008 20
ADA Accessibility Guidelines 23
International Symbols 33
Information Services 33

PART II Body Systems 35

SECTION III Musculoskeletal 36
Skeletal Anatomy 37
Musculoskeletal Anatomy 69
Examination 119
Manual Therapy 151
Orthopedic Conditions 159
SECTION IV Neuromuscular 193
Neuroanatomy 195
Spinal Cord Cross Sections 202
Overview of Cranial Nerve Innervations 219
Sympathetic and Parasympathetic Components of the Cranial Nerves 220
Visual Pathways 224
Cranial Nerve Testing and Additional Observations 225
Muscles of the Eye 232
The Eye and the Orbit 232
Structures of the Eye 233
Analgesia 233
Peripheral Nervous System 238
Pathologies of the Peripheral Nervous System 240
Physiological Measures 241
Peripheral Nerve Entrapment Syndromes 246
Cervical Plexus 249
Brachial Plexus 250
Long Thoracic Nerve and Anterior Thoracic Nerve 253

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Dorsal Scapular Nerve, Nerve to Subclavius, and Suprascapular Nerve 254

Thoracodorsal Nerve and Subscapular Nerves 256
Axillary Nerve 257
Musculocutaneous Nerve 259
Median Nerve 263
Ulnar Nerve 269
Radial Nerve 274
Lumbar Plexus 277
Ilio-Inguinal Nerve and Genitofemoral Nerve 278
Lateral Cutaneous Nerve of the Thigh and Obturator Nerve 281
Femoral Nerve 284
Saphenous Nerve 287
Sacral Plexus 288
Sciatic Nerve, Tibial Nerve, Sural Nerve, and Common Fibular Nerve:
Posterior View 290
Electromyographic (EMG) Studies 303
Electroencephalography 316
Assessment 319
Disorders of the Central Nervous System 337
Seizure and Epilepsy 342
Focal Disorders of the Brain 351
Nonprogressive Disorders of the Spinal Cord 361
Progressive Disorders of the Brain and Spinal Cord 371
Multiple Sclerosis 377
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis 387
Guillain-Barré/Acute Inflammatory Demyelinating
Polyradiculoneuropathy 389
Focal Progressive Disorders 391
Parkinson’s Disease 392
Primary Parkinson’s Disease 394
Parkinsonism 394
Huntington’s Disease 400
Brain Tumors 402
Incontinence 404
Urinary Incontinence 404
The Neurogenic Bladder 407
Functional Bladder Types 407
Fecal Incontinence 408
Disorders of Balance and Vestibular Function 409
SECTION V Cardiovascular 417
Anatomy 418
Examination 448
The Cardiac Cycle 452
Methods Used to Calculate Heart Rates 455
Major Risk Factors for Coronary Heart Diseases 460
Conditions 465
Interventions 486
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Contents xvii

SECTION VI Pulmonary 505

Anatomy 506
Anatomy to the Bronchopulmonary Tree 510
Examination 511
Conditions 526
Interventions 538
SECTION VII Integumentary 543
Anatomy 544
Wound Healing 546
Causes of Abnormal Wound Healing 548
Burns 550
Arterial Insufficiency 556
Venous Insufficiency 560
Neuropathic Foot Ulcerations 565
Pressure Ulcers 573
Clinical Management 579

PART III Specialty Areas of Practice 591

SECTION VIII Pediatrics 592
Conditions 593
Examination 608
Public Laws 629
Team Models 631
Seven Principles of Family-Centered Services 633
Cultural Competence 634
Guidelines for Using Interpreters 635
Child Abuse and Neglect 635
Sports Participation 638
SECTION IX Geriatrics 647
Demographics 648
Falls Among Older Adults 650
Fall Risk Factors 651
Assessment and Management of Falls 657
Geriatric Assessment 663
Formulation of Exercise Prescription for the Older Adult 685
SECTION X Women’s Health 689
Clinical Anatomy of the Pelvis and Perineum 690
Female Reproductive Cycle 693
Gynecological Care 693
Obstetric Care 700
Psychosocial Issues 711

SECTION XI Oncology 714

Epidemiology 715
Screening 718
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xviii Contents

Cancer Diagnosis 720

Medical Management 721
Rehabilitation 738
SECTION XII General Medicine 751
Common Laboratory Tests 752
Infectious Disease 790
Precautions 807
Drug Abuse 830
Diabetes Mellitus 833
Organ Transplantation 838
Hyperthyroidism and Hypothyroidism 845
AIDS and HIV 846
SECTION XIII Genetics 869
Example Genes Associated With Exercise Performance 870
Example Genes Associated With Musculoskeletal Conditions 872
Example Genes Associated With Neurological Conditions 874
Example Genes Associated With Cardiopulmonary Conditions 876
Example Genes Associated With Common Chronic Conditions 878
Example Genes Associated With Pediatric Conditions 879
Overview of Personalized Medicine and Tools to Assess
Disease Risk 881
Existing Federal Anti-Discrimination Legislation and Genomic
Applications 882
Timeline of Milestones in Genetics 884

PART IV Resources for Practice 889

SECTION XIV Kinesiology, Biomechanics, and Gait 890
Terminology 891
Muscle Considerations 891
Body Kinematics 893
Body Kinetics 898
Kinesiological Electromyography 901
Normal and Pathological Gait 909
SECTION XV Prosthetics 934
Prosthetics 935
Classification System for Congenital Limb Deficiencies 938
Lower Limb Amputation Levels, Functional Levels, and
Patient Evaluation 940
Lower Limb Post-Operative Prosthetic Protocols 946
Lower Limb Prosthetics (LLP) 951
Upper Limb Prosthetics (ULP) 979
ULP Rehabilitation and the Six Prosthetic Options 979
ULP for Minor Level Amputations 981
ULP for Major Level Amputations 985
Major ULP: Componentry 994
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Contents xix

Major ULP: Socket Design and Suspension 1010

Transhumeral, Shoulder Disarticulation, and Interscapulothoracic Socket
Designs 1017
SECTION XVI Orthotics 1020
Orthotics Overview 1021
Orthosis Fit and Function Assessment Guidelines 1038
SECTION XVII Wheelchair Assessment and Prescription 1041
Goals of a Wheelchair/Seating Assessment 1042
Wheelchair Seating and Positioning Assessment 1042
Wheelchair Seating and Positioning Solutions: The Prescription 1048
Considerations for Wheelchair Base Selection 1058
Final Fitting and Adjustments 1075
SECTION XVIII Physical Agents 1079
Interactions Between Drugs and Commonly Used Modalities 1080
Thermal Agents 1082
Cryotherapy Modalities 1084
Thermotherapy Modalities 1085
Terms Related to the Use of Thermotherapy 1086
Mechanical Agents 1086
Physical Properties 1086
Therapeutic Effects 1088
Measurement Terms Related to the Use of Ultrasound 1089
Electromagnetic Agents 1101
SECTION XIX Pharmacology 1122
General Principles 1123
Anesthesia 1127
Opioid Analgesics 1137
Autonomic Pharmacology 1146
Endocrine Pharmacology 1152
Glossary 1160
SECTION XX Translations: Useful Expressions 1162
Introduction 1163
Common Physical Therapy Directions 1164
Questions Used in History Taking 1167
Questions Used to Assess Pain 1173
Questions Used to Assess Function 1176
Questions Used to Assess Work 1180
Expressions Related to Medications 1180
Terms Used to Describe Diseases and Medical Conditions 1181
Examination: General Instructions 1183
Expressions Used When Examining the Face and Neck 1187
Expressions Used When Examining Hearing 1188
Expressions Used When Examining Vision 1189
Expressions Used When Examining the Upper Extremity 1191
Expressions Used When Examining the Lower Extremity 1193
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and perceptions more acute. The frog, whom she had left sitting
upon the timepiece, looked across at her. Rosalie gained assurance
from that glance.
She sat down without any remark, and took up the book she had
been reading, making some pretence of continuing her occupation as
before.
“I’ve heard a rumour,” said Miss Crokerly presently, “that the
Great High Priest is resigning.”
“Who is he?” asked Rosalie absently.
“The Great High Priest of the Serpent,” continued Miss Crokerly.
“I can scarcely credit it, though. He is barely seventy-two. And he can
have no reason for it either. It’s an office never vacated till death.
Dotage doesn’t count.”
“Maybe he is more conscientious than most,” said Rosalie, rousing
herself from her own line of thought to take an interest in the
conversation.
“I don’t know, I’m sure. There have been whispers of it for the last
three years. I think he has enemies.”
“I suppose all men in prominent positions have.”
“Yes; but there are enemies and enemies. Now my opinion of the
Great High Priest is that he has hidden enemies, or perhaps he
chances to be merely unfortunate.”
“What do you mean?” asked Rosalie, beginning to be interested in
the conversation.
“Well, it began with a scandal. A rumour got about that he had
admitted a woman to see the Serpent, and some said such conduct
was nothing short of blasphemous. But that was either hushed up or
contradicted. Contradicted, I think, and then hushed up.”
“Would it be such a terrible thing for a woman to see the Serpent?”
Miss Crokerly smiled.
“Well, there’s a great deal of superstition and ignorance mixed up
with our religion, as all simple and right-minded people can see. But
it grows in suitable soil, so it’s strong and holds well together.”
“And did it not please the people that a woman had seen the
Serpent?”
 “Naturally not, after thousands of years of prejudice. Some of the
best—by that I mean the narrowest—women I know withdrew their
support (they were extremely wealthy) from the temple for some
months during the scandal. They said they felt the brightness of the
Serpent had been sullied.”
“Absurd!” said Rosalie; and the blood began to course a little
quicker through her veins from indignation.
“Well,” said Miss Crokerly slowly, “one can’t judge quickly. Of
course you know the Great High Priest is not allowed to have a wife.
She is separated from him the day he takes up office, and if he did
admit a woman from idle curiosity to see the Serpent—well, judged
from one point, it was very serious.”
“Maybe,” said Rosalie, whose tongue was itching to say much
more. “But do you think there was any truth in it?”
“Well, yes. A woman’s handkerchief with a red rose embroidered
in the corner was found upon the altar.”
“Never!” said Rosalie, with such a visible jump and accents so
sharp that Miss Crokerly looked up, and the frog’s eyes grew wide
with warning.
“It was so, indeed. My brother had it on good authority. One of the
Golden Priests went in that evening to offer the prayer at the New
Moon. He found it there. And then this hushed-up scandal followed.”
Again Rosalie was silent, why, she could scarcely tell. She
recognised the handkerchief, which in after events she had never
missed. It was her aunt’s birthday gift, with a little silk-embroidered
rose in the corner instead of a name.
“But why did the Golden Priest remark upon it?” asked Rosalie.
“That is what I say. And it is that which makes me think the Great
High Priest has enemies.”
“But such a thing as that, once died down, could not make him
resign.”
“Perhaps not. But I don’t think it ever really did die down. And last
year at the ‘Feast of White Souls,’ after the Fast of Black Ones, as he
was coming out from between the curtains to sprinkle white confetti
down the temple aisles, a most unfortunate thing occurred. The
crimson curtain suddenly tore from the rings and fell, and there
behind, to the view of a mixed assembly, shone out the Golden
Serpent. I was there myself, having gone to hear the music, for on
these occasions it is very fine, and was sitting with my brother quite
near to the choir stalls.”
“And what did you do?”
“Well, it was very strange, but we all instinctively did the same
thing. I took one real good look at the Serpent (and I don’t know any
woman there who didn’t, except those who screamed, and some who
fainted, for what, it would be hard to tell), and then, from a sense of
what was due to the male part of the congregation, we covered our
eyes with our handkerchiefs, and all turning our backs upon the God
we worshipped, were led solemnly out, with comparatively little
confusion. The service could not continue, and that event has made
him the most unpopular man on Lucifram.”
“Then,” said Rosalie, half laughing, half sarcastically, leaning back
in her chair, and looking at the fire, “I should say it would not be a
bad idea to introduce a ‘Feast of Handkerchiefs’ to take the place of
the unfortunate White Souls. A handkerchief betrayed one woman
and saved the rest. It should receive a place of honour in the temple.”
“What a pity he did not take it in that way,” said Miss Crokerly.
“But I’ve heard since that the occurrence has depressed him terribly.
And the last news is that he is resigning.”
“And which of the Golden Priests was it who spread the first
report?”
“His name is Alphonso. I know him slightly, but do not care for
him. I think him ambitious, and unscrupulous, and narrow-minded.
I cannot help but think myself he is the greatest enemy the High
Priest has, though there are some who uphold him as the strictest
and highest principled man within the Church.”
“I dislike him already,” said Rosalie impulsively.
The other laughed.
“Well, you will have an opportunity of meeting him to-morrow
night at the Sebberens’. He is unmarried, so you may be as charming
as you like to him, and no one’s heart will break. But for all that he’s
greatly run after by the women. They regard the Golden Priests and
the Great High Priest as demi-gods.”
 The Golden Priests were those whose rank came next to that of the
Great High Priest, and when this latter died his place was always
filled from this exclusive body of great men, the wealthiest and most
powerful in the Church of Lucifram.
“Oh! that will make me dislike him all the more,” said Rosalie.
“The men who are run after by women, and the women who are run
after by men, are both equally detestable. I mean, of course, in
excess.”
“But that is fascination.”
“I prefer the fascination that is clever enough to captivate its own
sex.”
“Well, men admire him in an intellectual capacity.”
“A general favourite? Most insipid!”
“Really, Rosalie!” said Miss Crokerly, and she laughed.
“You cannot expect me to love him. A man should always be loyal
to his superior.”
“Well, of course, I am only giving you my own opinion. And you
must not repeat it on any account; because it is not generally
believed or certain that he might be prompted by motives of
ambition to make known the incident of the handkerchief.”
“I hope that if the High Priest does resign someone less self-
seeking takes his place.”
“Than Golden Priest Alphonso? But that is scarcely likely. He has
Mr. Barringcourt for his great friend, and—What is the matter,
Rosalie? Your cheeks are all aflame.”
“Oh! I—I—I’ve had springes of toothache all day, and the sudden
pain makes me flush. I’m all right now. What were you saying?”
“Alphonso is sure to succeed to the High Priestship sooner or later.
He has much influence on his side—the Prime Minister, and Lord
High All Superior for public and official friends, and Mr.
Barringcourt, whom I just mentioned, who has great influence in
outside circles, and more money apparently than even poor Geoffrey
Todbrook had. Now there’s a man for you to dislike cordially on the
grounds of general favouritism. The women idolise him, and men
will hear no wrong of him.”
 “And what kind of a life does he lead? Is he a good man?” asked
Rosalie, leaning forward and looking across at her.
“I don’t know. My brother thinks greatly of him, and so do I. But
it’s hard to tell who’s good and who’s bad when you come to private
life. There are so many things for and against it.”
“Of course.”
“Still, I think as rich men go, who are young and unfettered by
anything, he must be fairly good. I don’t remember ever hearing
anything against him. And I know he has carried out all Geoffrey
Todbrook’s wishes with regard to charities to the letter.”
“Is he executor?”
“Yes.”
“Then it would be surprising if he fell short of his duties, would it
not?”
“Perhaps so. I expect he too will be at the Sebberens’ to-morrow
night But if you have any conversation with Mr. Barringcourt at all,
you cannot choose but like him.”
“Is his temper unfailingly pleasant, then?”
“No; it isn’t altogether that. I have known him very absent and off-
hand. But I suppose people occasionally find that rather pleasant in a
world of suavity and insincerity.”
“I don’t agree with you. I’d rather have people unfailingly suave. It
spares a great deal of friction.”
“What has upset you, Rosalie? You are most argumentative to-
night.”
“I expect you are spoiling me, and I’ve never been accustomed to
it. You should treat me with stern severity, and you would find me
improve wonderfully.”
“And you just preaching unfailing suavity.”
“Oh! I preach by the Creed of Contrary.”
But Rosalie’s argumentative mood sprang really from the irritation
that followed on the evening’s escapade.
In a cooler moment, and on reflection, she was not over and above
proud of the way in which she had fled so precipitately before the
enemy. And yet what was there to be done? To have stood still was to
have hazarded, so Rosalie thought, far more than she had any
intention of hazarding. She registered a mental vow never to go out
at night alone again, and wished, oh! wished most intensely, that
nothing had tempted her out that night. In her own room the frog
broke the silence by saying:
“You seem very upset to-night.”
“Yes. I—I met Mr. Barringcourt, and I ran away.”
“What made you run?”
“I was frightened of him.”
“What harm could he work you?”
“Oh! he might have persuaded me in a moment of weakness I
owed him a debt of gratitude.”
“And yet you have the kiss of freedom on your brow.”
“Yes; but like most abstract things, it sank before the concrete.”
“You’ll get over it by the morning. Sleep upon it.”
“I should have had you with me. You have far less fear than I. The
farther off the episodes of Marble House become the more I dread
them. They seemed all right, and yet they were all wrong.”
“Miss Crokerly said you would probably meet Mr. Barringcourt to-
morrow night.”
“Yes, I know. And it was only this morning I congratulated myself
he was not in her set, and that I should never be likely to meet him.”
“If you meet Mr. Barringcourt to-morrow night, you won’t run
away—will you?”
“No; because it will be light, and there will be people about, and I
shall have you. No, I won’t run away in any case. But you will come
with me?”
“Of course! I should have very much enjoyed the fresh air to-night;
but you did not invite me.”
“I’m sorry. But I’ve paid the penalty of my negligence; from
henceforth you must never leave me.”
“What dress do you intend to wear to-morrow night?”
“The one I have worn all along.”
 “It’s as shabby as if you’d been digging in it. But the morning may
bring you another.”
“I hope it may not be very heavy, in case I should have to depend
on my heels again.”
 CHAPTER XXIV
AT THE SEBBERENS’

The Sebberens were people who indulged greatly in private

theatricals and other sorts of entertainment. With the amateur they
included the professional, and in between the acts, songs and
recitations were contributed by the latter.
Mr. Sebberen had been engaged in pork, and had made enough
money thereby to make the pig respected—as an investment, anyway.
He married a waitress in a restaurant, who was neither more nor less
charming and handsome than most of her class. She had ambitions,
and was young.
But for ten long years they had no children, and never a scrap of
the pig was wasted. And those ten years were years of increase. Then
to put spirit to an ambition somewhat sordid, a little daughter was
born. Both parents were beside themselves with joy. It is not
everyone who can manage so much, after breeding nothing but gold
or pork, and so they felt. It’s a common thing to be a mother after a
lapse of one year, but after ten! they grew proud on the strength of it.
And another ten years had trebled the ample fortune, nay, more
than trebled it, and Mr. Sebberen, a comparatively young man—
scarce forty—found himself with a daughter only ten years old.
Another decade saw her twenty, he in the prime of life, her mother
too. “Sebberen’s Pork” was of world-wide fame. The king and the
chief prince had it on their breakfast tables; the poor still bought the
sausages, and doctors still evinced a weakness for onions, milk, and
tripe.
No one would have known, to walk into this grand house, that its
occupants once lived behind a little pork shop. For Susiebelle was
handsome and clever, and had taught her mother a thing or two, and
made great friends at school, not from any particular virtue, but from
the glamour of outside show. She had a great deal of the outward
semblance of that inward spirit that had made her father what he
was. She was shallow and brilliant, and a perfect mimic of the world.
When the world wept, she wept. They called her tender-hearted.
When it laughed, she also laughed. They called her gay.
When in a mood for admiration, she, too, had time for adulation,
admired arts and music, knotted her pretty brows at science, and
bought rich copies of all the works of fashionable poets. And what
was all this for?
Susiebelle at twenty made up her mind to marry, and marry as well
as could be. Her father had just had a tremendous stroke of luck in
business. She set her mind upon a duke, shooting high to reach as far
as fortune favoured.
One year had passed away, and Susiebelle’s ambition has not yet
been granted. A poor baronet, an insipid, weak-eyed lord; not bad for
a beginning, certainly.
And this brings us to to-night, the amateur theatricals, and gay
company.
Sir John was under commission to paint the lovely Susiebelle, and
had undertaken it with a fine courtesy that made her mother glow
with pride to think the great were servants of the—the small. And Sir
John would do it successfully after all, for she was pretty enough to
appeal to the sense of beauty in any artist, and her parents were over
and above willing to pay.
And that is why Sir John went to the party—from motives of
conscientiousness. And Miss Crokerly went because she wished to
give pleasure to Rosalie. She, an ideal chaperon and friend. And
Rosalie went because there was no way out of it.
But Rosalie’s dress was in itself that night a thing of beauty. Green,
as bright and dazzling a green as the frog’s coat, that fitted to her
graceful figure as perfectly as the shining scales of a serpent’s coils,
worked with tiny seed jewels and edgings of gold.
“You look just like the mermaid,” said the frog, “your hair is so
pale, and your eyes so bright, and your skin so fair, and your lips are
as red as coral.”
 And Rosalie looked in the glass just as once before when
comparing herself with Mariana, and laughed again just as then, and
clasped her hands.
Then, when she was ready, she went to Miss Crokerly’s room, who,
on seeing her, uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“What is the matter?” asked Rosalie.
“I believe your frog is a beautifier. Take care no one steals it in the
crush to-night. Or perhaps I ought to take the credit to myself. I
think I shall. You have improved in appearance since coming here,
Rosalie, and to-night you look quite radiant.”
“Thank you,” and with a sudden touch of impulsiveness Rosalie
kissed her. “You are so kind to me that the credit is yours.”
When they reached the Sebberens’ the large party was assembling
in the great drawing-room, which had been changed into a theatre
for the occasion. Supper was to follow, but light refreshments were
being handed round, and proved very useful to take the chill off the
commencement, as it were. And music not too obtrusive helped
digestion. Rosalie’s heart beat quicker as they entered the brilliantly-
lit room, advance and retreat covered by Miss Crokerly and her
brother, before and behind.
Just inside the wide doors stood Mrs. Sebberen talking to a grey-
haired man; Susiebelle was busy behind the curtain, so could not be
in attendance upon the guests.
She greeted Miss Crokerly effusively, stared, as is perfectly
compatible with good manners, at Rosalie from head to foot, became
effusive to her, and then bestowed the same greeting upon Sir John.
There was no doubt about it, she was a happy and genial woman. She
evidently considered them among her guests of honour or chief
friendship, for in person she conducted them to a line of seats near to
the front. She was dressed in rich black satin, and looked handsome
enough to be imposing.
On the way she talked much to Miss Crokerly, but looked much at
Rosalie, her dress, her face, the curious little animal upon her
shoulder.
Beyond a certain interest, Rosalie read nothing in her glance. Then
when they were seated, she passed away again, and Rosalie found
time to look around. Everything and everybody were very brilliant.
And she recognised some of her new acquaintances, but none more
intimate. At last she whispered to Miss Crokerly—Sir John had left
them for the moment:
“Where is the Golden Priest Alphonso?”
Miss Crokerly’s sharp eyes travelled round the assembly.
“He is not here yet,” said she. “Of course I don’t know, but I expect
that he will come. There is Lady Flamington and her husband. Is she
not beautiful? but very sad-looking.”
“Lady Flamington—Lady Flamington! Oh! where is she?” said
Rosalie, in an eager voice.
But just then the lady spoken of, who was sitting some distance to
the right a row in front, turned round, and seeing Miss Crokerly, rose
and came toward her. Her smile was very pleasant.
“I am deserting my husband for better company,” said she. “I
dragged him here against his will, low be it spoken, and am paying
the penalty in sulks. Your brother is easier to manage, Miss
Crokerly.”
“The privilege of management is not mine. I am only his sister.”
The other shook her head.
“You are too modest. There was never a man yet who governed
himself; he couldn’t manage it. It ends in sudden death or
corpulency. Both are dreadful things.”
Miss Crokerly laughed.
“You will perhaps have heard what heavy responsibilities I have
taken upon myself lately.”
“Yes; I hear you have turned chaperon,” and Lady Flamington
looked across at Rosalie and smiled as pleasantly as before.
Miss Crokerly introduced them.
“Are you fond of private theatricals?” she asked.
“I’ve never been to any,” replied Rosalie candidly.
“She was an only child, and brought up very strictly,” said Miss
Crokerly, at which Lady Flamington said “Oh!” and looked toward
the door.
She remained sitting by them till the play began, talking with both
of them. At last she said to Rosalie:
 “Do you know, I have the oddest sensation that I have met you
before.”
“I don’t think so,” said Rosalie. “I have a very good memory for
faces, and I have never seen you anywhere.”
“Perhaps I am mistaken. People often resemble each other so
curiously.”
But now silence was imposed. The play had begun in earnest, and
it was quite interesting enough to retain the attention. When the act
was over, a song by a very well-known singer was announced; but
before this came off a few late arrivals made their entrance.
“There is the Golden Priest,” said Miss Crokerly.
He came in with two more gentleman. He was tall and thin, with a
narrow face and black hair. His eyes were deeply set and fixed close
together. His nose was long, and his lips very thin and straight. He
looked clever; beyond that he was scarcely prepossessing, but he was
evidently made much of in that assembly. They gave him a seat upon
the very first row. And yet he never ceased to preach that the pig was
unclean! It was a canon of the Church.
The play had more fine dresses in it than cleverness or substance,
but it was received as warmly as the more deserving performances
during the interludes.
Everybody was in high good-humour apparently, and the next day
the paper said it was the most successful entertainment and supper
party Mrs. Sebberen had ever given, which, coming from such good
authority, must have been the truth.
When the temporary curtain had fallen for the last time upon
general and good-natured applause, a movement was made toward
the supper-room.
They put a little round-headed man with weak eyes to look after
Rosalie. He blinked upon her critically, and then smiled. Rosalie did
not like him.
However, not being dumb now, she needs must talk to him; never
had anyone been more tongue-tied. The coldness of the weather,
their only conversation, scarcely matched her conduct to him. The
supper-room was brilliant; nothing had been spared that money
could buy to please the eye or taste. He forgot her in the
contemplation of his food, and she was glad; it gave her time to look
about.
The table was long, and everyone apparently was seated at it.
There was not a plain-looking woman among the number, so it
seemed to her; and many of them were really beautiful. But Lady
Flamington possessed a certain individual grace, a coldness and
sadness under her exterior charm of manner, that raised her much
above the ordinary plane. Sir John was sitting by her, and they were
talking pleasantly to one another. She gave one the impression that
she could be very fascinating.
But as Rosalie’s eyes travelled up the table on the opposite side,
she recognised Mr. Barringcourt for the first time that evening, and
he was sitting next to Susiebelle.
Susiebelle was evidently in good feather, for everyone had been
congratulating her upon her acting, and she was simple-minded
enough to believe them, which gave her quite a charm. She was
talking to him with great spirit and gaiety, and looked quite
handsome enough to make any mother proud. Mr. Barringcourt was
listening so politely that his attention seemed to lack interest. When
she laughed he smiled; when she smiled he listened gravely; when
her face was serious, as it rarely was, he took the opportunity to look
around.
On one of those occasions his eye travelled across to where Rosalie
sat. No sign of recognition was visible in them, but a little later he
looked at her again.
Rosalie was annoyed to find that both times she had been looking
at him, and for the future looked discreetly the other way, nay,
cultivated the acquaintance of her companion, and found him
scarcely as uninteresting as at first she had imagined.
But at last the evening was over, and she standing by Miss
Crokerly in the hall, waiting for their carriage.
The coldness of the day had changed to snow, and the ground
outside was white; a sight which somehow or other always surprises
people when first they see it, however much they may have expected
it. Thick white flakes were still falling rapidly. People drew their
wraps round them and shivered, or pretended to.
 Lady Flamington’s carriage drove away as Miss Crokerly and
Rosalie reached the top step. Mr. Barringcourt had seen them off,
and closed the carriage door. Before moving away himself, he looked
up at the steps and saw these two descending. He raised his hat,
looking at Miss Crokerly.
“Sir John is not returning home with you?”
“No,” she answered anxiously. “He said he preferred to walk; but
I’m sure he can have no idea of the state of the night. I have not seen
him since before supper-time.”
“I’ll seek him out and bring him to you; it’s a beastly night.” And he
ran lightly up the steps, whilst they got as quickly under cover as
possible.
He was not long away, and returned, bringing Sir John along with
him.
“You surely are not walking yourself?” said Miss Crokerly, as he
proceeded to close the door for them also.
“Yes. It never occurred to me to order a carriage, and I have
neither wife nor sister to be concerned about my getting wet.”
“Then,” said she decidedly, “you must come with us. I noticed as
you went up the steps your shoes are not at all suitable to the night.”
It seemed almost as if he would decline, then suddenly he said
“Thank you,” and stepped in beside Sir John, and they were off.
Now, the frog was so bright that the carriage was quite pleasantly
lit, for it had crept out from beneath Rosalie’s wraps to its
accustomed place.
Miss Crokerly then introduced him to Rosalie; but as he showed no
signs of recognition, neither did she, but leant back in her corner and
listened to the conversation.
“What did you think of the theatricals?” asked Miss Crokerly.
“I did not arrive in time for them. The secretary of Todbrook’s
Home for Deaf and Dumb came to see me about a Christmas treat for
them. For myself, I can imagine no treat that would appeal to
incurables. But he has faith in turkey, and I think he said plum-
pudding.”
“It must be a terrible thing to be afflicted with either defect. What
else are you going to do for them?”
 “I don’t know, I’m sure. I said I’d call to see him in the morning.”
“Oh! you should have a Christmas tree, and a cinematograph, and
take them all to the Pantomime to see the transformation scenes,”
said Rosalie.
And she sat up again, and her eyes were very big and bright,
because the subject was especially interesting to her. The other three
looked at her.
“Are you a philanthropist?” asked Mr. Barringcourt, with a vein of
coldness running in his words, in direct opposition to her heat.
She laughed.
“No; but I was told you were,” and leant back in her seat, and
evidently felt safe enough to betray no outward fear.
“I was speaking last night about your exertions on behalf of the
deaf and dumb,” said Miss Crokerly, in explanation, recognising,
without understanding it, the tone in each of their voices.
“You were naturally prepossessed in my favour then,” and he
looked at Rosalie again, speaking in a voice not free from sarcasm.
“No. I simply recognised that you were doing your duty.”
“Which you must admit is the hardest of all things.”
“I take your word for it. From to-day I honour you as a martyr. I
was not prepossessed in your favour at all. Forgive me for my
stupidity.”
Rosalie’s voice was changed from hot to cold. Miss Crokerly heard
it with surprise, and a silence must have fallen had not Sir John,
whose mind ranged on different topics, put in suddenly:
“I hear that it is quite true the Great High Priest intends to resign
office.”
“I have heard the same thing,” said Mr. Barringcourt. “It is a very
unusual occurrence.”
“Did you hear the reason of it?” asked Sir John.
“I believe it has something to do with the Feast of White Souls. The
episode was rather unfortunate. A great many are in favour of his
resignation.”
“Might I ask your opinion?” said Sir John.
 “Yes. I think the Great High Priest should be above scandal, and he
is evidently not.”
And he looked at Rosalie, and his eyes were laughing, though his
face and voice were as serious as those of a judge.
The old distaste rose in her, as of some dumb thing against a cruel
and powerful oppressor. But she said:
“Do you indulge in scandal, Mr. Barringcourt? I thought it was the
recreation of idle women.”
“Oh, no,” he answered, with the coolness of rudeness. “Idle women
in these parts are known by the sharpness of their tongues.”
“I’m very sorry,” she answered, suddenly changing in tone and
manner, “but I can’t help liking the Great High Priest; and as for
Golden Priest Alphonso—I detest him.”
“Oh, dear! dear!” said Miss Crokerly, with agitation, laying her
hand on Rosalie’s knee. “You must not talk like that, Rosalie, indeed,
you must not. It is not usual. Remember he is Mr. Barringcourt’s
friend, and bears an excellent reputation.”
But as the carriage drew up, she stopped speaking of necessity.
“You will drive on, will you not?” asked Sir John.
“No, thank you. I’ll get out, and borrow whatever Miss Crokerly
cares to lend me. I never had a cold in my life. The experience would
be new to me.”
So he came with them into the house, and seemed in no particular
hurry to depart. Rosalie said to him:
“Will you do me a favour, Mr. Barringcourt?”
“To the best of my ability.”
“Then give me one good point in the character of your friend.”
“Which friend?”
“The Golden Priest.”
“He is a man of great integrity.”
“What’s that?”
“Honour.”
“What’s that?”
 Rosalie’s questions were not contemptuous; they were put with a
great desire to find out.
He shrugged his shoulders.
“There you have me,” he answered. “I’m sure I don’t know. The
word generally speaks for itself to all but the ignorant.”
“Then you cannot defend him on the strength of it?”
“No; he is clever enough to defend himself, I hope. You are
wearing a very pretty and uncommon ornament, Miss Paleaf.”
“It is not an ornament. It is alive, and one of my dearest friends.”
“Such a friend is rather questionable on Lucifram.”
“Why?”
“The Serpent has a weakness for frogs. In a natural state they form
part of its food.”
“My friend has powers of self-defence as well as yours.”
“The Serpent has a very big mouth.”
“Yes. And is ambitious enough to prefer men to frogs upon
occasion.”
He laughed, and the conversation changed to general topics.
 CHAPTER XXV
THE GOLDEN PRIEST

That night when she and the frog were alone together, Rosalie
began the conversation by saying:
“What do you think of Mr. Barringcourt?”
“I like him,” said the frog, quite shortly.
“What has prepossessed you?”
“Nothing particularly. But I like him. I’m sorry you were so rude to
him.”
Rosalie flushed. The tone was almost grave enough for a rebuke.
“I? Rude? Oh, Brightcoat, how can you say so? I always try to be
polite to him, and it always ends in failure. It is he who is rude to
me.”
“No,” said the frog; “you take no pains to act or to speak sensibly.
And to say you detest anyone is absurd, ridiculous, to say nothing of
bad manners.”
“You’ve never lived in Marble House, so you can afford to talk.
Talk about vivisection! It was Mr. Barringcourt who openly deplored
to me there was no such thing in our country. What do you think of
that?”
“There are worse things than vivisection,” replied the frog. “If it
were not for that I should never have been here, or alive now.”
“But—” said Rosalie, staring at it.
“Why don’t you cultivate a charming manner, Rosalie?”
“I expect I’m not made that way. Are my manners so uncouth?”
and her expression was doleful.
 “No; but I don’t see how you’re to get your six horses, chariot, and
all the rest, unless you try to be more charming.”
“Well, Mr. Barringcourt will never help me that way. You should
have seen the look he gave me last night, and then to-night, as if he’d
never seen me before. Such folk give me quite a creepy feeling.
Besides, talking about horses, his are black. Can’t you see he is the
exact opposite of what I want? He would do all he could to hinder
me. If it were not that once I saw him looking very tired I should
detest him too. Oh, how I hate Lucifram! Somehow or other, I never
feel at home here,” and she sighed.
“And you’ve got about all it can give you.”
“Then I’m like all the rest—ungrateful.”
“Rosalie, has it ever struck you you are very pretty?”
“Yes; every now and again it has. But what of that? All the women
we saw to-night were pretty. It’s the commonest of all things. If I’d a
big hook nose now I might appear imposing. But no; even that is
common enough to-day.”
After a pause the frog said: “I heard someone say to-night you
were the prettiest woman there.”
“Please, don’t! I’d so much rather you left my personal appearance
alone.”
But the frog continued:
“It’s as well for people to think about these things at times. I know
many a lovely woman who has been ruined by thinking too much of
her beauty in one way, and too little in another. They know they are
beautiful, and that knowledge is all-sufficient to them; their food and
recreation, and all in all.”
“But I’m not one of those.”
“No. I think you might put yours to much more use than you do.”
“You speak in puzzles.”
“You are not so dull but that with a little consideration you will
understand me.”
So Rosalie went to bed much sat on by the frog, but maybe
profiting, as most of us do, from a little compression and criticism.
 Next day everything was sloppy, wet, and dismal. Rain began to
fall in the afternoon, and going out, no matter of pleasure on such a
day, was not indulged in.
Tea had just been brought in, and Rosalie and Miss Crokerly were
preparing to enjoy it alone, when visitors were announced. They
were Mr. Barringcourt and the Golden Priest Alphonso.
“I came to return the umbrella, Miss Crokerly, and met the Golden
Priest on my way.”
“Then you will have tea,” said she. “On a wet day you are doubly
welcome. No one else has ventured out.”
“We are fortunate. Miss Paleaf, allow me to introduce my friend,
Golden Priest Alphonso, to you.”
And Rosalie, having a severe and cold critic perched upon her
shoulder, rose very gracefully and bowed.
“It must have been very important business that brought you out
on such a day,” said she to him, as they sat down, with charming
sympathy.
“Well, I was out begging, and a beggar cannot choose his weather.
I was going in search of Mr. Barringcourt for a subscription for a new
decorative curtain for the temple.”
“In place of the old red one?”
“Exactly. It was old and shabby, despite its richness, and we think
it must be rotten. There is every indication that it may give way
again, and so we are making all speed with the new one.”
“Then you are not superstitious enough to think it gave way before
from anything but natural causes?”
He looked at her sharply and narrowly.
“Oh, no,” he answered. “One can find a natural cause for
everything. Therein lies the greater miracle.”
“But how?” said Rosalie, subduing her tongue in deferential
attention to the pillar of the Church.
He smiled, as became one of exalted intellect.
“Well, there is nothing like order—cause and effect—to work a
lasting miracle. A startling thing has a short life. The rottenness of
the curtain was the symbol of something still more rotten. Nothing
takes place in a day.”
Rosalie’s eyes opened innocently, though they were very far from
innocent. There is no doubt the frog must have been to blame for it.
“What is still more rotten? But perhaps my questions bore you. I
am so inquisitive.”
Again he smiled.
“You could never be that. But what is still more rotten is the
system that lets old men continue in office after they have proved
themselves unfit for it.”
Rosalie’s eyes betrayed a charming depth of horror at this cold-
blooded statement.
“But, sir,” said she, “who is to be the judge of their incapacity?
And, again, it seems so cruel, and—and—doesn’t it make a terrible lot
of enemies for you, saying things like that?”
The Golden Priest laughed. The last remark evidently was to some
point.
“In the cause of common sense one has no objection to making
enemies. And I cannot for the life of me see why the highest position
in the land should never be filled by a man till he’s nearly in his
dotage.”
“Oh! it’s more restful. Besides, a great and a good man should
retain his intellect to his death, however old and feeble he may be.”
“Granted! But feebleness is no qualification for an important post.
And greatness and goodness should discern its own capacity.”
“Is it true, then, that the Great High Priest is resigning?”
“Yes; in a few months.”
“He has discernment, then?”
“I think his action is a little too late for that. His plea is ill-health.
None of us have heard anything further—not those nearest to him in
office.”
“And then there will come the general election for his successor?”
(For in Lucifram they chose their highest priests that way. The
clergy vote for them.)
“Yes; in a few weeks from now.”
 “It will be a very distracting time?”
“Scarcely more so than the last year has been.”
And so the silent plot of years had worked to a fulfilment, the veil
or mask at length being thrown aside. To-day was spoken openly
what a month ago had been whispered and kept down.
Here the conversation was interrupted by Miss Crokerly.
“Mr. Barringcourt tells me he saw the secretary again this
morning, and arranged for all the things you suggested, Rosalie.”
“Yes. He has never doubted my judgment before, but I think he
must have detected a foreign influence, he looked so dubious.”
Rosalie laughed.
“Are they to have force-meat and sausages with the turkey, do you
know?” she asked.
“It never occurred to me to ask.”
“And you an executor of a will! And never to inquire about the
gravy and bread-sauce. It’s plain you don’t attach enough importance
to a Christmas dinner. But if I were you, Mr. Barringcourt, I’d
countermand all orders, and give them 3s. 6d. each, and a free day to
enjoy themselves anywhere and anyhow, with a night each end, to
make a complete sandwich and a delightful holiday.”
“You imagine them to be prisoners. On the contrary, those who
have friends or relations who care to receive them may have leave
from the Home once every month. And for the inmates, you must
remember it is no prison that they live in, and they are very happy.”
“I suppose so,” said Rosalie. “But I always dread those public
institutions for defects.”
“You are prejudiced,” put in the Golden Priest. “They are the
greatest blessings in existence. I always regard them as branches of
the temple.”
“So do I,” said Mr. Barringcourt; but the tone was questionable.
“I have the greatest longing to go through Todbrook’s Home,” said
Miss Crokerly. “One hears so much about it. I should like to see the
inmates at work.”
Rosalie shivered.
 “Oh! would you, Miss Crokerly? I can imagine nothing more
galling to them than to be watched by strangers.”
“But is it such an infliction to them?” asked that lady, turning to
Mr. Barringcourt.
“I don’t know, I’m sure,” said he. “I hardly think so. I think myself
it would be better if they had more visitors from the outside world.
Lady Flamington is the only lady I have ever taken over the
premises.”
“I had just left there,” said the Golden Priest, “before I met you to-
day. I hear she caught a severe chill last night, and is confined to her
room.”
“Indeed,” said Miss Crokerly; and Mr. Barringcourt and Rosalie
looked at each other, from no apparent motive.
When tea was over the two gentlemen rose to go.
“I think,” said Mr. Barringcourt, in a lower voice, to Rosalie, as the
others were speaking of a special fern which both were rearing—“I
think it would not be a bad plan for you to go over the Home with
Miss Crokerly. The matron will willingly take you over, and you’ll
find there are worse things in the world than being deaf and dumb,
or even blind.”
Then somehow or other they looked at each other, the first time
really since the Saturday night. How long ago it seemed now! And
each was very curious about the other evidently, for Rosalie’s eyes
searched his, and his eyes hers, but what conclusion either came to it
would be hard to say.
And then she shook hands with the Golden Priest, and the door
closed.
“Do you think,” said Miss Crokerly, “that Mr. Barringcourt told the
Golden Priest your opinion of him, and brought him here to-day in
consequence?”
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied thoughtfully. “I think Mr.
Barringcourt must have recognised the Golden Priest has no sense of
humour, and would resent instead of forgiving opinions.”
“Your tone proves appearances are deceptive. I thought by your
manner you had changed your estimate of him.”
Rosalie half shuddered, and stretched her hands to the blaze.
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