CHAPTER XIII.
A MAN-TRAP Julian Casti was successful in his application for the post of dispenser at the All Saints' Hospital, and shortly after Easter he left the shop in Oxford Street, taking lodgings in Beaufort Street, Chelsea.
His first evening there was spent in Waymark's company, and there was much talk of the progress his writing would make, now that his hours of liberty were so considerably extended.

For the first time in his life he was enjoying the sense of independence.

Waymark talked of moving from Walcot Square, in order to be nearer to his friend.

He, too, was possessed of more freedom than had been the case for a long time, and his head was full of various fancies.

They would encourage each other in their work, afford by mutual appreciation that stimulus which is so essential to the young artist.
But in this world, though man may propose, it is woman who disposes.
And at this moment, Julian's future was being disposed of in a manner he could not well have foreseen.
Harriet Smales had heard with unconcealed pleasure of his leaving the shop and taking lodgings of his own.