Part 2 Section 4 of Sanctuary. The funeral took place the next morning and on the return from the cemetery Dick told his mother that he must go and look over things at Darrow's office. He had heard the day before from his friend's aunt, a helpless person to whom telegraphy was difficult and travel inconceivable, and who in eight pages of unpunctuated eloquence made over to Dick what she called the melancholy privilege of winding up her nephew's affairs. Mrs. Payton looked anxiously at her son. Is there no one who can do this for you? He must have had a clerk or someone who knows about his work.  Not lately. He hasn't had much to do this winter, and these last months he had chucked everything to work alone over his plans. The word brought a faint colour to Mrs. Payton's cheek. It was the first allusion that either of them had made to Darrow's bequest. Oh, of course you must do all you can, she murmured, turning alone into the house. The emotions of the morning had stirred her deeply, and she sat at home during the day letting her mind dwell in a kind of retrospective piety on the thought of poor Darrow's devotion. She had given him too little time while he lived, had acquiesced too easily in his growing habits of seclusion, and she felt it as a proof of insensibility that she had not been more closely drawn to the one person who had loved Dick as she loved him. The evidence of that love as shown in Darrow's letter filled her with a vain compunction. The very extravagance of his offer lent it a deeper pathos. It was wonderful that, even in the urgency of affection, a man of his almost morbid rectitude should have overlooked the restrictions of professional honour, should have implied the possibility of his friends overlooking them. It seemed to make his sacrifice the more complete that it had, unconsciously, taken the form of a subtle temptation. The last word arrested Mrs. Payton's thoughts. A temptation? To whom? Not surely to one capable as her son was capable of rising to the height of his friend's devotion. The offer to Dick wouldn't mean simply, as it meant to her, the last touching expression of an inarticulate fidelity, the utterance of a love which at last had found its formula. Mrs. Payton dismissed as morbid any other view of the case. She was annoyed with herself for supposing that Dick could be ever so remotely affected by the possibility at which poor Darrow's renunciation hinted. The nature of the offer removed it from practical issues to the idealizing region of sentiment. Mrs. Payton had been sitting alone with these thoughts for the greater part of the afternoon and dusk was falling when Dick entered the drawing-room. In the dim light with his pallor heightened by the somber effect of his mourning, he came upon her almost startlingly, with a revival of some longy-faced impression which for a moment gave her the sense of struggling among shadows. She did not at first know what had produced the effect, then she saw that it was his likeness to his father. Well, is it over, she asked, as he threw himself into a chair without speaking. Yes, I've looked through everything. He leaned back, crossing his hands behind his head and gazing past her with a look of utter lassitude. She paused a moment and then said tentatively, Tomorrow you will be able to go back to your work. Oh, my work, he exclaimed, as if to brush aside an ill-timed pleasantry. Are you too tired? No. He rose and began to wander up and down the room. I'm not tired. Give me some tea, will you? He paused before her while she poured the cup and then, without taking it, turned away to light a cigarette. Surely there is still time, she suggested, with her eyes on him. Time to finish my plans? Oh, yes, there's time, but they're not worth it. Not worth it?  There worth as much as they were last week, she said, with an attempt at cheerfulness. Not to me, he returned. I hadn't seen Darrow's then. There was a long silence. Mrs. Payton sat with her eyes fixed on her clasped hands, and her son paced the room restlessly. Are they so wonderful, she asked at length? Yes. She paused again and then said, lifting a tremulous glance to his face, that makes his offer all the more beautiful.  Yes, I suppose so, he said, in a low tone. They were quite finished, he told me, she continued, unconsciously dropping her voice to the pitch of his. Yes. Then they will be entered, I suppose. Of course, why not, he answered almost sharply. Shall you have time to attend to all that and to finish yours too? Oh, I suppose so. I've told you it isn't a question of time. I see now that mine are not worth bothering with. She rose and approached him, laying her hands on his shoulders. You're tired and unstrung. How can you judge? Why not let me look at both designs tomorrow? Under her gaze he flushed abruptly and drew back with a half-impatient gesture. Oh, I'm afraid that wouldn't help me. You'd be sure to think mine best, he said with a laugh. But if I could give you good reasons, she pressed him. He took her hand as if ashamed of his impatience. Dear mother, if you had any reasons their mere existence would prove that they were bad. His mother did not return his smile. You won't let me see the two designs, then, she said, with a faint tinge of insistence. Oh, of course, if you want to, if you only won't talk about it now.  I think I'll go upstairs and see if I can't get a nap before dinner. Though they had separated upon the assurance that she should see the two designs if she wished it, Mrs. Payton knew they would not be shown to her. Dick, indeed, would not again deny her request, but had he not reckoned on the improbability of her renewing it? All night she lay confronted by that question. The situation shaped itself before her with that hallucinating distinctness which belongs to the midnight vision. She knew now why Dick had suddenly reminded her of his father. Had she not once before seen the same thought moving behind the same eyes? She was sure it had occurred to Dick to use Darrow's drawings. As she lay awake in the darkness she could hear him, long after midnight, pacing the floor overhead. She held her breath, listening to the recurring beat of his foot, which seemed that of an imprisoned spirit revolving wearily in the cage of the same thought. She felt in every fiber that a crisis in her son's life had been reached, that the act now before him would have a determining effect on his whole future. The circumstances of her past had raised to clairvoyance, her natural insight into human motive, had made of her a moral barometer responding to the faintest fluctuations of atmosphere, and years of anxious meditation had familiarized her with the form which her son's temptations were likely to take. The peculiar misery of her situation was that she could not, except indirectly, put this intuition, this foresight, at his service. It was a part of her discernment to be aware that life is the only real counselor, that wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissues. Love such as hers had a great office, the office of preparation and direction, but it must know how to hold its hand and keep its counsel, how to attend upon its object as an invisible influence rather than as an active interference. All this Kate Payton had told herself again and again during those hours of anxious calculation in which she had tried to cast Dick's horoscope, but not in her moments of most fantastic foreboding had she figured so cruel a test of her courage. If her prayers for him had taken precise shape, she might have asked that he should be spared the spectacular, the dramatic appeal to his willpower, that his temptations should slip by him in a dull disguise. She had secured him against all ordinary forms of baseness. The vulnerable point lay higher in that region of idealizing egotism which is the seat of life in such natures. Years of solitary foresight gave her mind a singular alertness in dealing with such possibilities. She saw at once that the peril of the situation lay in the minimum of risk it involved. Darrow had employed no assistant in working out his plans for the competition, and his secluded life made it almost certain that he had not shown them to any one, and that she and Dick alone knew them to have been completed. Moreover it was a part of Dick's duty to examine the contents of his friend's office, and in doing this nothing would be easier than to possess himself of the drawings and make use of any part of them that might serve his purpose. He had Darrow's authority for doing so, and though the act involved a slight breach of professional property, might not his friend's wishes be invoked as a secret justification, Mrs. Payton found herself almost hating poor Darrow for having been the unconscious instrument of her son's temptation. But what right had she, after all, to suspect Dick of considering, even for a moment, the act of which she was so ready to accuse him? His unwillingness to let her see the drawings might have been the accidental result of lassitude and discouragement. He was tired and troubled, and she had chosen the wrong moment to make the request. His want of readiness might even be due to the wish to conceal from her how far his friend had surpassed him. She knew his sensitiveness on this point and reproached herself for not having foreseen it, but her own arguments failed to convince her. Deep beneath her love for her boy and her faith in him there lurked a nameless doubt. She could hardly now, in looking back, define the impulse upon which she had married Dennis Payton. She knew only that the deeps of her nature had been loosened and that she had been born forward on their current, to the very fate from which her heart recoiled. But if in one sense her marriage remained a problem, there was another in which her motherhood seemed to solve it. She had never lost the sense of having snatched her child from some dim peril which still lurked and hovered, and he became more closely hers with every effort of her vigilant love. For the act of rescue had not been accomplished once and for all in the moment of immolation. It had not been by a sudden stroke of heroism, but by ever renewed and indefatigable effort that she had built up for him the miraculous shelter of her love. And now that it stood there a hallowed refuge against failure she could not even set a light in the pain but must let him grope his way to it unaided. MISSES PAYTON'S MIDNIGHT MUISINGS summed themselves up in the conclusion that the next few hours would end her uncertainty. She felt the day to be decisive. If Dick offered to show her the drawings her fears would be proved groundless. If he avoided the subject they were justified. She dressed early in order not to miss him at breakfast, but as she entered the dining room the parlor maid told her that Mr. Payton had overslept himself and had wrung to have his breakfast sent upstairs. Was it a pretext to avoid her? She was vexed at her own readiness to see a portent in the simplest incident, but while she blushed at her doubts she let them govern her. She left the dining room door open determined not to miss him if he came downstairs while she was at breakfast. Then she went back to the drawing room and sat down at her writing-table, trying to busy herself with some accounts while she listened for his step. Here too she had left the door open, but presently even this slight departure from her daily usage seemed a deviation from the passive attitude she had adopted and she rose and shut the door. She knew that she could still hear his step on the stairs. She had his father's quick swinging gate, but as she sat listening and vainly trying to write the closed door seemed to symbolize a refusal to share in his trial a hardening of herself against his need of her. What if he should come down intending to speak and should be turned from his purpose? Slighter obstacles have deflected the course of events in those indeterminate moments when the soul floats between two tides. She sprang up quickly and as her hand touched the latch she heard his step on the stairs. When he entered the drawing-room she had regained the writing-table and could lift a composed face to his. He came in hurriedly yet with a kind of reluctance beneath his haste. Again it was his father's step. She smiled but looked away from him as he approached her. She seemed to be reliving her own past as one relives things in the distortion of fever. Are you off already? She asked, glancing at the hat in his hand. Yes, I'm late as it is. I overslept myself. He paused and looked vaguely about the room. Don't expect me till late. Don't wait dinner for me. She stirred impulsively. Dick, you're overworking. You'll make yourself ill. Nonsense! I'm as fit as ever this morning. Don't be imagining things. He dropped his habitual kiss on her forehead and turned to go. On the threshold he paused and she felt that something in him sought her and then drew back. Goodbye he called to her as the door closed on him. She sat down and tried to survey the situation, divested of her midnight fears. He had not referred to her wish to see the drawings, but what did the omission signify? Might he not have forgotten her request? Was she not forcing the most trivial details to fit in with her apprehensions? Unfortunately for her own reassurance she knew that her familiarity with Dick's processes was based on such minute observation and that to such intimacy as theirs no indications were trivial. She was as certain as if he had spoken that when he had left the house that morning he was weighing the possibility of using Darrow's drawings of supplementing his own incomplete design from the fullness of his friend's invention. And with a bitter pang she defined that he was sorry he had shown her Darrow's letter. It was impossible to remain face to face with such conjectures and though she had given up all her engagements during the few days since Darrow's death she now took refuge in the thought of a concert which was to take place at a friend's house that morning. The music room when she entered was thronged with acquaintances and she found transient relief in that dispersal of attention which makes society an anesthetic for some forms of wretchedness. Contact with the pressure of busy and different life often gives remoteness to questions which have clung as close as the flesh to the bone and if Mrs. Peyton did not find such complete release she at least interposed between herself and her anxiety the obligation to disassemble it. But the relief was only momentary and when the first bars of the overture turned from her the smiles of recognition among which she had tried to lose herself she felt a deeper sense of isolation. The music which at another time would have swept her away on some rich current of emotion now seemed to island her in her own thoughts to create an artificial solitude in which she found herself more immitably face-to-face with her fears. The silence, the recueillement about her gave resonance to the inner voices, lucidity to the inner vision till she seemed enclosed in a luminous empty horizon against which every possibility took the sharp edge of accomplished fact. With relentless precision the course of events was unrolled before her. She saw Dick yielding to his opportunity, snatching victory from dishonor, winning love, happiness and success in the act by which he lost himself. It was also simple, so easy, so inevitable that she felt the futility of struggling or hoping against it. He would win the competition, would marry Miss Verney, would press on to achievement through the opening which the first success had made for him. As Mrs. Payton reached this point in her forecast she found her outward gaze arrested by the face of the young lady who so dominated her inner vision. Miss Verney, a few rows distant, sat intent upon the music in that attitude of poised motion which was her nearest approach to repose. Her slender brown profile with its breezy hair, her quick eye and the lips which seemed to listen as well as speak, all be tokened to Mrs. Payton a nature through which the obvious energies blew free, a bare open stretch of consciousness without shelter for tenderer growths. She shivered to think of Dick's frail scruples exposed to those rustling airs, and then suddenly a new thought struck her. What if she might turn this force to her own use, make it serve unconsciously to Dick as the means of his deliverance? Hitherto she had assumed that her son's worst danger lay in the chance of his confiding his difficulty to Clemens Verney, and she had in her own past a precedent which made her think such a confidence not unlikely. If he did carry his scruples to the girl, she argued, the latter's imperviousness, her frank inability to understand them, would have the effect of dispelling them like mist, and he was acute enough to know this and profit by it. So she had hitherto reasoned. But now the girl's presence seemed to clarify her perceptions, and she told herself that something in Dick's nature, something which she herself had put there, would resist this shortcut to safety, would make him take the more tortuous way to his goal rather than gain it through the privacies of the heart he loved. For she had lifted him thus far above his father, that it would be a disenchantment to him to find that Clemens Verney did not share his scruples. On this much his mother now exultingly felt she could count in her passive struggle for supremacy. No, he would never, never tell Clemens Verney, and his one hope, his sure salvation, therefore lay in someone else's telling her. The excitement of this discovery had nearly, in mid-concert, swept Mrs. Peyton from her seat to the girl's side. Fearing to miss the latter in the throng at the entrance, she slipped out during the last number, and lingering in the farther drawing-room, let the dispersing audience drift her in Miss Verney's direction. The girl shone sympathetically on her approach, and in a moment they had detached themselves from the crowd, and taken refuge in the perfumed emptiness of the conservatory. The girl, whose sensations were always easily set in motion, had at first a good deal to say of the music, for which she claimed on her hearer's part an active show of approval or dissent. But this dismissed, she turned a melting face on Mrs. Peyton, and said with one of her rapid modulations of tone, I was so sorry about poor Mr. Darrow. Mrs. Peyton uttered an assenting sigh. It was a great grief to us, a great loss to my son. Yes, I know, I can imagine what you must have felt, and then it was so unlucky that it should have happened just now. Mrs. Peyton shot her reconnoitering glance at her profile, his dying you mean on the eve of success. Miss Verney turned a frank smile upon her. One ought to feel that, of course, but I'm afraid I am very selfish where my friends are concerned, and I was thinking of Mr. Peyton's having to give up his work at such a critical moment. She spoke with a note of deprecation. There was a pagan freshness in her opportunism. Mrs. Peyton was silent and the girl continued after a pause. I suppose now it will be almost impossible for him to finish his drawings in time. It's a pity he hadn't worked out the whole scheme a little sooner than the details would have come of themselves. Mrs. Peyton felt a contempt strangely mingled with exultation, if only the girl would talk in that way to Dick. He has hardly had time to think of himself lately, she said, trying to keep the coldness out of her voice. No, of course not, Miss Verney assented. But isn't that all the more reason for his friends to think of him? It was very dear of him to give up everything to nurse Mr. Darrow, but after all, if a man is going to get on in his career, there are times when he must think first of himself. Mrs. Peyton paused, trying to choose her words with deliberation. It was quite clear now that Dick had not spoken, and she felt the responsibility that devolved upon her. Getting on in a career, is that always the first thing to be considered, she asked, letting her eyes rest musingly on the girls. The glance did not disconcert Miss Verney, who returned it with one of equal comprehensiveness. Yes, she said quickly, and with a slight blush. With a temperament like Mr. Peyton's, I believe it is. Some people can pick themselves up after any number of bad falls. I am not sure that he could. I think discouragement would weaken instead of strengthening him. Both women had forgotten external conditions in the quick reach for each other's meanings. Mrs. Peyton flushed her maternal pride in revolt, but the answer was checked on her lips by the sense of the girl's unexpected insight. Here was someone who knew Dick as well as she did. Should she say a partisan or an accomplice? A dim jealousy stirred beneath Mrs. Peyton's other emotions. She was undergoing the agony which the mother feels at the first intrusion on her privilege of judging her child, and her voice had a flutter of resentment. You must have a poor opinion of his character, she said. Miss Verney did not remove her eyes, but her blush deepened beautifully. I have at any rate, she said, a high one of his talent. I don't suppose many men have an equal amount of moral and intellectual energy. And you would cultivate the one at the expense of the other? In certain cases, and up to a certain point, she shook out the long fur of her muff, one of those silvery, flexible furs which clothe a woman with a delicate sumptuousness. Everything about her at the moment seemed rich and cold. Everything, as Mrs. Peyton quickly noted, but the blush lingering under her dark skin, and so complete was the girl's self-command that the blush seemed to be there only because it had been forgotten. I daresay you think me strange, she continued. Most people do because I speak the truth. It's the easiest way of concealing one's feelings. I can, for instance, talk quite openly about Mr. Peyton under shelter of your inference that I shouldn't do so if I were what is called interested in him. And as I am interested in him, my method has its advantages. She ended with one of those fluttering laughs which seemed to flip from point to point of her expressive person. Mrs. Peyton leaned toward her. I believe you are interested, she said quietly, and since I suppose you allow others the privilege you claim for yourself, I am going to confess that I followed you here in the hope of finding out the nature of your interest. Miss Verney shot a glance at her and drew away in a soft subsidence of undulating furs. Is this an embassy, she asked, smiling? No, not in any sense. The girl leaned back with an air of relief. I am glad I should have disliked. She looked again at Mrs. Peyton. You want to know what I mean to do? Yes. Then I can only answer that I mean to wait and see what he does. You mean that everything is contingent on his success? I am, if I am everything, she admitted gaily. The mother's heart was beating in her throat, and her words seemed to force themselves out through the throbs. I don't quite see why you attach such importance to this special success. Because he does, the girl returned instantly, because to him it is the final answer to his self-questioning, the questioning whether he is ever to amount to anything or not. He says if he has anything in him it ought to come out now. All the conditions are favourable. It is the chance he has always prayed for. You see she continued almost confidentially, but without the least loss of composure. You see he has told me a great deal about himself and his various experiments, his phases of indecision and disgust. But there are lots of tentative talents in the world, and the sooner they are crushed out by circumstances the better. But it seems as though he really had it in him to do something distinguished, as though the uncertainty lay in his character and not in his talent. That is what interests, what attracts me. One can't teach a man to have genius, but if he has it one may show him how to use it. That is what I should be good for, you see, to keep him up to his opportunities. Mrs. Payton had listened with an intensity of attention that left her reply unprepared. There was something startling and yet half attractive in the girls of vowel of principles which are often better known than the one or lived by than professed. And you think she began at length that in this case he has fallen below his opportunity? No one can tell, of course, but his discouragement, his abatement, is a bad sign. I don't think he has any hope of succeeding. The mother again wavered a moment. Since you are so frank, she then said, will you let me be equally so and ask how lately you have seen him? The girl smiled at the circum locution. Yesterday afternoon, she said simply, and you thought him horribly down on his luck. He said himself that his brain was empty. Again Mrs. Payton felt the throb in her throat and a slow blush rose to her cheek. Was that all he said? About himself. Was there anything else, said the girl quickly? He didn't tell you of an opportunity to make up for the time he has lost? An opportunity? I don't understand. He didn't speak to you then of Mr. Darrow's letter? He said nothing of any letter. There was one which was found after poor Darrow's death. In it he gave Dick leave to use his design for the competition. Dick says the design is wonderful. It would give him just what he needs. Miss Verney sat listening raptly with a rush of color that suffused her like light. But when was this? Where was the letter found? He never said a word of it, she exclaimed. The letter was found on the day of Darrow's death. But I don't understand. Why has he never told me? Why should he seem so hopeless?  It was prodigious, but it was true. She felt nothing, saw nothing but the crude fact of the opportunity. Mrs. Payton's voice trembled with the completeness of her triumph. I suppose his reason for not speaking is that he has scruples. Scruples? He feels that to use the design would be dishonest. Miss Verney's eyes fixed themselves on her in a commiserating stare. Dishonest, when the poor man wished it himself, when it was his last request, when the letter is there to prove it, why the design belongs to your son, no one else had any right to it. But Dick's right does not extend to passing it off as his own, at least that is his feeling, I believe, if he won the competition he would be winning it on false pretenses. Why should you call them false pretenses? His design might have been better than Darrow's if he had had time to carry it out. It seems to me that Mr. Darrow must have felt this, must have felt that he owed his friend some compensation for the time he took from him. I can imagine nothing more natural than his wishing to make this return for your son's sacrifice. She positively glowed with the force of her conviction, and Mrs. Payton for a strange instant felt her own resistance wavering. She herself had never considered the question in that light, the light of Darrow's viewing his gift as a justifiable compensation. But the glimpse she caught of it drove her shattering behind her retrenchments. That argument she said coldly would naturally be more convincing to Darrow than to my son. Ms. Verney glanced up, struck by the change in Mrs. Payton's voice. Ah, then you agree with him, you think it would be dishonest. Mrs. Payton saw that she had slipped into self-betrayal. My son and I have not spoken of the matter, she said evasively. She caught the flash of relief in Ms. Verney's face. You haven't spoken? Then how do you know how he feels about it? I only judge from—well, perhaps from his not speaking. The girl drew a deep breath. I see she murmured. That is the very reason that prevents his speaking. The reason? You're knowing what he thinks and his knowing that you know. Mrs. Payton was startled at her subtlety. I assure you, she said, rising that I have done nothing to influence him. The girl gazed at her musingly. No, she said with a faint smile. Nothing except to read his thoughts. End of Part 2, Section 5. Mrs. Payton reached home in the state of exhaustion which follows on a physical struggle. It seemed to her as though her talk with Clemence Verney had been an actual combat, a measuring of wrist and eye. For a moment she was frightened at what she had done, she felt as though she had betrayed her son to the enemy. But before long she regained her moral balance, and saw that she had merely shifted the conflict to the ground on which it could best be fought out, since the prize fought for was the natural battlefield. The reaction brought with it a sense of helplessness, a realization that she had let the issue pass out of her hold. But since in the last analysis it had never lain there, since it was above all needful that the determining touch should be given by any hand but hers, she presently found courage to subside into inaction. She had done all she could, even more perhaps than Prudence warranted, and now she could but await passively the working of the forces she had set in motion. For two days after her talk with Miss Verney she saw little of Dick. He went early to his office and came back late. He seemed less tired, more self-possessed than during the first days after Darrow's death. But there was a new inscrutableness in his manner, a note of reserve, of resistance almost, as though he had barricaded himself against her conjectures. She had been struck by Miss Verney's reply to the anxious a separation that she had done nothing to influence Dick. Nothing the girl had answered except to read his thoughts. Mrs. Peyton shrank from this detection of a tacit interference with her son's liberty of action. She longed, how passionately he would never know, to stand apart from him in this struggle between his two destinies, and it was almost a relief that he on his side should hold aloof, should for the first time in their relation seem to feel her tenderness as an intrusion. Only four days remained before the date fixed for the sending in of the designs, and still Dick had not referred to his work. Of Darrow also he had made no mention. His mother longed to know if he had spoken to Clement's Verney, or rather if the girl had forced his confidence. Mrs. Peyton was almost certain that Miss Verney would not remain silent. There were times when Dick's renewed application to his work seemed an earnest of her having spoken and spoken convincingly. At the thought Kate's heart grew chill. What if her experiment should succeed in a sense she had not intended, if the girl should reconcile Dick to his weakness, should pluck the sting from his temptation? In this round of uncertainties the mother revolved for two interminable days, but the second evening brought an answer to her question. Dick returning earlier than usual from the office had found on the hall table a note which since morning had been under his mother's observation. The envelope, fashionable in tint and texture, was addressed in a rapid staccato hand which seemed the very imprint of Miss Verney's utterance. Mrs. Peyton did not know the girl's writing, but such notes had of late lain often enough on the hall table to make their attribution easy. This communication, Dick, as his mother poured his tea, looked over with a face of shifting lights. Then he folded it into his note-case and said with a glance at his watch, If you haven't asked anyone for this evening, I think I'll dine out. Do, dear, the change will be good for you, his mother assented. He made no answer, but sat leaning back, his hands clasped behind his head, his eyes fixed on the fire. Every line of his body expressed a profound physical lassitude, but the face remained alert and guarded. Mrs. Peyton in silence was busying herself with the details of the tea-making when suddenly inexplicably a question forced itself to her lips. And your work, she said, strangely hearing herself speak. My work? He sat up on the defensive almost, but without a tremor of the guarded face. You're getting on well, you've made up for lost time? Oh yes, things are going better. He rose with another glance at his watch. Time to dress, he said, nodding to her as he turned to the door. It was an hour later, during her own solitary dinner, that a ring at the door was followed by the parlor maid's announcement that Mr. Gill was there from the office. In the hall, in fact, Kate found her son's partner, who explained apologetically that he had understood Peyton was dining at home, and had come to consult him about a difficulty which had arisen since he had left the office. On hearing that Dick was out and that his mother did not know where he had gone, Mr. Gill's perplexity became so manifest that Mrs. Peyton, after a moment, said hesitatingly, He may be at a friend's house, I could give you the address. The architect caught up his hat. Thank you, I'll have a try for him. Mrs. Peyton hesitated again. Perhaps she suggested it would be better to telephone. She led the way into the little study behind the drawing-room, where a telephone stood on the writing-table. The folding doors between the two rooms were open. Should she close them as she passed back into the drawing-room? On the threshold she wavered an instant, then she walked on and took her usual seat by the fire. Gill, meanwhile, at the telephone, had rung up the verney-house and inquired if his partner were dining there. The reply was evidently affirmative, and a moment later Kate knew that he was in communication with her son. She sat motionless, her hands clasped on the arms of her chair, her head erect in an attitude of avowed attention. If she listened she would listen openly, there should be no suspicion of eavesdropping. Gill, engrossed in his message, was probably hardly conscious of her presence, but if he turned his head he should at least have no difficulty in seeing her and in being aware that she could hear what he said. Gill, however, as she was quick to remember, was doubtless ignorant of any need for secrecy in his communication to Dick. He had often heard the affairs of the office discussed openly before Mrs. Peyton, had been led to regard her as familiar with all the details of her son's work. He talked on unconcernedly, and she listened. Ten minutes later when he rose to go she knew all that she had wanted to find out. Long familiarity with the technicalities of her son's profession made it easy for her to translate the stenographic jargon of the office. She could lengthen out all Gill's abbreviations, interpret all his illusions, and reconstruct Dick's answers from the questions addressed to him. And when the door closed on the architect she was left face to face with the fact that her son, unknown to any one but herself, was using Darrow's drawings to complete his work. Mrs. Peyton, left alone, found it easier to continue her vigil by the drawing-room fire than to carry up to the darkness and silence of her own room, the truth she had been at such pains to acquire. She had no thought of sitting up for Dick, doubtless his dinner over he would rejoin Gill at the office and prolong through the night the task in which she now knew him to be engaged. But it was less lonely by the fire than in the wide-eyed darkness which awaited her upstairs. A mortal loneliness enveloped her. She felt as though she had fallen by the way, spent and broken in a struggle of which even its object had been unconscious. She had tried to deflect the natural course of events. She had sacrificed her personal happiness to a fantastic ideal of duty, and it was her punishment to be left alone with her failure outside the normal current of human strivings and regrets. She had no wish to see her son just then. She would have preferred to let the inner tumult subside to repossess herself in this new adjustment to life before meeting his eyes again. But as she sat there far adrift on her misery, she was aroused by the turning of his key in the latch. She started up, her heart sounding a retreat, but her faculties too dispersed to obey it, and while she stood wavering the door opened and he was in the room. And with face illumined. A dick she had not seen since the strain of the contest had cast its shade on him. Now he shone as in a sunrise of victory, holding out exultant hands from which she hung back instinctively. Mother, I knew you'd be waiting for me. He had her on his breast now and his kisses were in her hair. I've always said you knew everything that was happening to me, and now you've guessed that I wanted you to-night. She was struggling faintly against the dear endearments. What has happened, she murmured, drawing back for a dazzled look at him. He had drawn her to the sofa, had dropped beside her, regaining his hold of her in the boyish need that his happiness should be touched and handled. My engagement has happened, he cried out to her.  She had indeed needed to be told. The surprise was complete and overwhelming. She sat silent under it, her hands trembling in his, till the blood mounted to his face and she felt his confident grasp relax. You didn't guess it then, he exclaimed, starting up and moving away from her? No, I didn't guess it, she confessed in a dead-level voice. He stood above her, half challenging, half defensive. And you haven't a word to say to me? Mother, he adjured her. She rose to, putting her arms about him with a kiss. Dick, dear Dick, she murmured. She imagines you don't like her, she says she's always felt it, and yet she owns you've been delightful, that you've tried to make friends with her. And I thought you knew how much it would mean to me, just now, to have this uncertainty over and that you'd actually been trying to help me, to put in a good word for me. I thought it was you who had made her decide. I? By your talk with her the other day, she told me of your talk with her. His mother's hand slipped from his shoulders and she sank back into her seat. She felt the cruelty of her silence, but only an inarticulate murmur found a way to her lips. Before speaking she must clear a space in the suffocating rush of her sensations. For the moment she could only repeat inwardly that Clemens Verney had yielded before the final test, and that she herself was somehow responsible for this fresh entanglement of fate. For she saw in a flash how the coils of circumstance had tightened, and as her mind cleared it was filled with the perception that this precisely was what the girl intended, that this was why she had conferred the crown before the victory. By pledging herself to Dick she had secured his pledge in return, had put him on his honour in a cynical inversion of the term. Kate saw the succession of events spread out before her like a map, and the astuteness of the girl's policy frightened her. Miss Verney had conducted the campaign like a strategist. She had frankly owned that her interest in Dick's future depended on his capacity for success, and in order to key him up to his first achievement she had given him a foretaste of its results. So much was almost immediately clear to Mrs. Peyton, but in a moment her inferences had carried her a point farther, for it was now plain to her that Miss Verney had not risked so much without first trying to gain her point at less cost, that if she had had to give herself as a prize it was because no other bribe had been sufficient. This then, as the mother saw with a throb of hope, meant that Dick, who since Darrow's death had held to his purpose unwaveringly, had been deflected from it by the first hint of Clemens Verney's connivance. Kate had not miscalculated, things had happened as she had foreseen. In the light of the girl's approval his act had taken an odious look. He had recoiled from it, and it was to revive his flagging courage that she had had to promise herself to take him in the meshes of her surrender. Kate, looking up, saw above her the young perplexity of her boy's face the suspended happiness waiting to brim over. With a fresh touch of misery she said to herself that this was his hour, his one irrecoverable moment, and that she was darkening it by her silence. Her memory went back to the same hour in her own life. She could feel its heat in her pulses still. What right had she to stand in Dick's light? Who was she to decide between his code and hers? She put out her hand and drew him down to her. She'll be the making of me, you no mother, he said, as they leaned together. She'll put new life in me. She'll help me get my second wind. Her talk is like a fresh breeze blowing away the fog in my head. I never knew anyone who saw so straight to the heart of things, who had such a grip on values. She goes straight up to life and catches hold of it, and you simply can't make her let go. He got up and walked the length of the room, then he came back and stood smiling above his mother. You know, you and I are rather complicated people, he said. We're always walking around things to get new views of them, we're always rearranging the furniture, and somehow she simplifies life so tremendously. He dropped down beside her with a deprecating laugh. Not that I mean, dear, that it hasn't been good for me to argue things out with myself as you've taught me to, only the man who stops to talk is apt to get shoved to side nowadays, and I don't believe Milton's archangels would have had much success in active business. He had begun in a strain of easy confidence, but as he went on she detected an effort to hold the note. She felt that his words were being poured out in a vain attempt to fill the silence which was deepening between them. She longed in her turn to pour something into that menacing void to bridge it with a reconciling word or look, but her soul hung back and she had to take refuge in a vague murmur of tenderness. My boy, my boy, she repeated, and he sat beside her without speaking, their hand clasped bolognes spanning the distance which had widened between their thoughts. The engagement, as Kate subsequently learned, was not to be made known till later. Miss Verney had even stipulated that for the present there should be no recognition of it in her own family or in dicks. She did not wish to interfere with his final work for the competition and had made him promise, as he laughingly owned, that he would not see her again till the drawings were sent in. His mother noticed that he made no other allusion to his work, but when he bade her good night he added that he might not see her the next morning as he had to go to the office early. She took this as a hint that he wished to be left alone and kept her room the next day till the closing door told her that he was out of the house. She herself had waked early and it seemed to her that the day was already old when she came downstairs. Never had the house appeared so empty. Even in dicks' longest absences something of his presence had always hung about the rooms, a fine dust of memories and associations which wanted only the evocation of her thought to float into a palpable semblance of him. But now he seemed to have taken himself quite away to have broken every fiber by which their lives had hung together. Where the sense of him had been there was only a deeper emptiness. She felt as if a strange man had gone out of her house. She wandered from room to room aimlessly trying to adjust herself to their solitude. She had known such loneliness before in the years when most women's hearts are fullest. But that was long ago and the solitude had after all been less complete because of the sense that it might still be filled. Her son had come, her life had brimmed over, but now the tide ebbed again, and she was left gazing over a bare stretch of wasted years. Wasted, there was the mortal pang, the stroke from which there was no healing. Her faith and hope had been marshlights luring her to the wilderness, her love of vain edifice reared on shifting ground. In her round of the rooms she came at last to study upstairs.  She could trace the history of his past in its quaint relics and survivals, in the school books lingering on his crowded shelves, the school photographs, and college trophies hung among his later treasures. All his successes and failures, his exultations and inconsistencies were recorded in the warm, huddled, heterogeneous room. Everywhere she saw the touch of her own hand, the vestiges of her own steps. It was she alone who held the clue to the labyrinth, who could thread a way through the confusions and contradictions of his past, and her soul rejected the thought that his future could ever escape from her. She dropped down into his shabby college armchair and hid her face in the papers on his desk. The day dwelt in her memory as a long stretch of aimless hours, blind alleys of time that led up to a dead wall of inaction. Toward afternoon she remembered that she had promised to dine out and go to the opera. At first she felt that the contact of life would be unendurable. Then she shrank from shutting herself up with her misery. In the end she let herself drift passively on the current of events, going through the mechanical routine of the day without much consciousness of what was happening. At twilight as she sat in the drawing room, the evening paper was brought in, and in glancing over it her eye fell on a paragraph which seemed printed in more vivid type than the rest. It was headed, The New Museum of Sculpture, and underneath she read, The artists and architects selected to pass on the competitive designs for the new museum will begin their sittings on Monday, and to-morrow is the last day on which designs may be sent in to the committee. Great interest is felt in the competition, as the conspicuous site chosen for the new building, and the exceptionally large sum voted by the city for its erection, offer an unusual field for the display of architectural ability.  It was as though a clock had struck, loud and inexorably, marking off some irrecoverable hour. She was seized by a sudden longing to seek Dick out, to fall on her knees and plead with him. It was one of those physical obsessions against which the body has to stiffen its muscles, as well as the mind its thoughts. Once she even sprang up to ring for a cab, but she sank back again, breathing as if after a struggle, and gripping the arms of her chair to keep herself down. I can only wait for him, only wait for him, she heard herself say, and the words loosened the sobs in her throat. At length she went upstairs to dress for dinner. A ghost-like self looked back at her from her toilet glass. She watched it performing the mechanical gestures of the toilet, dressing her as it appeared without help from her actual self. Each little act stood out sharply against the blurred background of her brain. When she spoke to her maid, her voice sounded extraordinarily loud. Never had the house been so silent, or stay, yes, once she had felt the same silence, once when Dick in his school days had been ill of a fever, and she had sat up with him on the decisive night. The silence had been as deep and as terrible then, and as she dressed she had before her the vision of his room, of the cot in which he lay, of his restless head working a hole in the pillow, his face so pinched and alien under the familiar freckles. It might be his death-watch she was keeping, the doctors had warned her to be ready. And in the silence her soul had fought for her boy, her love had hung over him like wings, her abundant, useless, hateful life had struggled to force itself into his empty veins. And she had succeeded, she had saved him, she had poured her life into him. And in place of the strange child she had watched all night, at daylight she held her own boy to her breast. That night had once seemed to her the most dreadful of her life, but she knew now that it was one of the agonies which enrich, that the passion thus spent grows fourfold from its ashes. She could not have borne to keep this new vigil alone. She must escape from its sterile misery, must take refuge in other lives till she regained courage to face her own. At the opera in the illumination of the first Entra act as she gazed about the house, wondering through the numb ache of her wretchedness how others could talk and smile and be indifferent, it seemed to her that all the jarring animation about her was suddenly focused in the face of Clemens Verney. Miss Verney sat opposite in the front of a crowded box, a box in which continually the black-coated background shifted and renewed itself. Mrs. Payton felt a throb of anger at the girl's bright air of unconcern. She forgot that she too was talking, smiling, holding out her hand to newcomers in a studied mimicry of life while her real self played out its tragedy behind the scenes. Then it occurred to her that to Clemens Verney there was no tragedy in the situation. According to the girl's calculations Dick was virtually certain of success and unsuccessful was to her the only conceivable disaster. All through the opera the sense of that opposing force, that negation of her own beliefs, burned itself into Mrs. Payton's consciousness. The space between herself and the girl seemed to vanish, the throng about them to disperse till they were face to face and alone and closed in their mortal enmity. At length the feeling of humiliation and defeat grew unbearable to Mrs. Payton. The girl seemed to flout her in the insolence of victory, to sit there as the visible symbol of her failure. It was better after all to be at home alone with her thoughts. As she drove away from the opera she thought of that other vigil which only a few streets away Dick was perhaps still keeping. She wondered if his work were over, if the final stroke had been drawn, and as she pictured him there, signing his pact with evil in the loneliness of the conniving night, an uncontrollable impulse possessed her. She must drive by his windows and see if they were still alight. She would not go up to him, she dared not, but at least she would pass near to him, would invisibly share his watch and hover on the edge of his thoughts. She lowered the window and called out the address to the coachman. The tall office building loomed silent and dark as she approached it, but presently high up she caught a light in the familiar windows. Her heart gave a leap and the light swam on her through tears. The carriage drew up and for a moment she sat motionless. Then the coachman bent down toward her and she saw that he was asking if he should drive on. She tried to shape a yes, but her lips refused it and she shook her head. He continued to lean down perplexedly and at length under the interrogation of his attitude it became impossible to sit still and she opened the door and stepped out. It was equally impossible to stand on the sidewalk and her next steps carried her to the door of the building. She groped for the bell and rang it, feeling still dimly accountable to the coachman for some consecutiveness of action, and after a moment the night watchman opened the door, drawing back amazed at the shining apparition which confronted him. Recognizing Mrs. Payton, whom he had seen about the building by day, he tried to adapt himself to the situation by a vague stammer of apology. I came to see if my son is still here, she faltered. Yes, ma'am, he's here. He's been here most nights lately till after twelve. And is Mr. Gill with him? No, Mr. Gill, he went away just after I come on this evening. She glanced up into the cavernous darkness of the stairs. Is he alone up there, do you think? Yes, ma'am, I know he's alone because I seen his men leaving soon after Mr. Gill. Kate lifted her head quickly, then I will go up to him, she said. The watchman apparently did not think it proper to offer any comment on this unusual proceeding, and a moment later she was fluttering and rustling up through the darkness, like a night bird hovering among rafters. There were ten flights to climb. At every one her breath failed her, and she had to stand still and press her hands against her heart. Then the weight on her breast lifted, and she went on again upward and upward, the great dark building dropping away from her, in tear after tear of mute doors and mysterious corridors. At last she reached Dick's floor and saw the light shining down the passage from his door. She leaned against the wall, her breath coming short, the silence throbbing in her ears. Even now it was not too late to turn back. She bent over the stairs, letting her eyes plunge into the nether blackness, with the single glimmer of the watchman's lights in its depths. Then she turned and stole toward her son's door. There again she paused and listened, trying to catch through the hum of her pulses any noise that might come to her from within. But the silence was unbroken. It seemed as though the office must be empty. She pressed her ear to the door, straining for a sound. She knew he never sat long at his work, and it seemed unaccountable that she should not hear him moving about the drawing board. For a moment she fancied he might be sleeping, but sleep did not come to him readily after prolonged mental effort. She recalled the restless straying of his feet above her head for hours after he returned from his night work in the office. She began to fear that he might be ill. A nervous trembling seized her, and she laid her hand on the latch, whispering, Dick. Her whisper sounded loudly through the silence, but there was no answer, and after a pause she called again. With each call the hush seemed to deepen. It closed in on her, mysterious and impenetrable. Her heart was beating in short, frightened leaps. A moment more and she would have cried out. She drew a quick breath and turned the door handle. The outer room, Dick's private office, with its red carpet and easy chairs, stood in pleasant, lamp-lit emptiness. The last time she had entered it, Darrow and Clemens Ferney had been there, and she had sat behind the urn observing them. She paused a moment, struck now by a fault sound from beyond. Then she slipped noiselessly across the carpet, pushed open the swinging door, and stood on the threshold of the workroom. Here the gas lights hung a green shaded circle of brightness over the great drafting table in the middle of the floor. Table and floor were strewn with a confusion of papers, torn blueprints and tracings, crumpled sheets of tracing paper wrenched from the drafting boards in a sudden fury of destruction, and in the center of the havoc his arms stretched across the table and his face hidden in them sat Dick Payton. He did not seem to hear his mother's approach, and she stood looking at him, her breast tightening with a new fear. Dick, she said, Dick, and he sprang up, staring with day's dyes, but gradually as his gaze cleared a light spread in it, a mounting brightness of recognition.  You wanted me, she whispered as she held him. He looked up at her, tired, breathless, with the white radiance of the runner near the goal. I had you, dear, he said, smiling strangely on her, and her heart gave a great leap of understanding. Her arms had slipped from his neck and she stood leaning on him, deep suffused in the shyness of her discovery, for it might still be that he did not wish her to know what she had done for him. But he put his arms about her boyishly and drew her toward one of the hard seats between the tables, and there on the bare floor he knelt before her and hid his face in her lap. She sat motionless, feeling the dear warmth of his head against her knees, letting her hands stray and faint caresses through his hair. Neither spoke for a while, then he raised his head and looked at her. I suppose you know what has been happening to me, he said. She shrank from seeming to press into his life a hair's breath farther than he was prepared to have her go. Her eyes turned from him toward the scattered drawings on the table. You have given up the competition, she said. Yes, and a lot more. He stood up, the wave of emotion ebbing, yet leaving him nearer in his recovered calmness than in the shock of their first moment. I didn't know at first how much you guessed he went on quietly. I was sorry I'd shown you Darrow's letter, but it didn't worry me much because I didn't suppose you'd think it possible that I should take advantage of it. It's only lately that I've understood that you knew everything. He looked at her with a smile. I don't know yet how I found it out, for you're wonderful about keeping things to yourself, and you never made a sign. I simply felt it in a kind of nearness, as if I couldn't get away from you. Oh, there were times when I should have preferred not having you about, when I tried to turn my back on you, to see things from other people's standpoint. But you were always there, you wouldn't be discouraged, and I got tired of trying to explain things to you, of trying to bring you round to my way of thinking.  He broke off, taking one of his restless turns down the long room. Then he drew up a chair beside her and dropped into it with a great sigh. At first, you know, I hated it most awfully. I wanted to be left alone and to work out my own theory of things. If you'd said a word, if you tried to influence me, the spell would have been broken. But just because the actual you kept apart and didn't meddle or pry, the other, the you in my heart, seemed to get a tighter hold on me. I don't know how to tell you, it's all mixed up in my head, but old things you'd said and done kept coming back to me, crowding between me and what I was trying for, looking at me without speaking, like old friends I'd gone back on, till I simply couldn't stand it any longer. I fought it off till to-night, but when I came back to finish the work, there you were again, and suddenly, I don't know how, you weren't an obstacle any longer but a refuge, and I crawled into your arms as I used to when things went against me at school.  I'm an abysmally weak fool, you know, he ended. I'm not worth the fight you've put up for me, but I want you to know that it's your doing, that if you had let go an instant I should have gone under, and that if I'd gone under I should never have come up again alive. End of Part 2, Section 8. End of Sanctuary by Edith Wharton.


Hello everyone. I am Sanjay Gupta. I welcome you on Sanjay Gupta Tech School. In this video, I'm going to discuss a scenario based on trigger along with its test class. So requirement is when an opportunity stays is changed. So on opportunity, we have a field called stays. If it is changed from any value to any other value, then we need to create a task record on that opportunity. And after creation of the task, we need to assign it to maybe logged in user or the opportunity owner. So we just need to implement a trigger and trigger handler for this. And then I will show you how we can implement the test class so that we can cover the code. So let's jump to developer addition org. So I'm going to implement this code. So first of all, I'm going to open opportunity trigger. So opportunity trigger and its trigger handler are already implemented in my org because I just implemented them to demo you previous examples. So here I'm just going to add one event that is after update. So whenever opportunity will be updated. So we just need to create a new task. So here else if trigger dot is after. So you can see for insert a block is created already for update. There is a block which is checking is before is after as well. So we just need to call a method that will be available under this is after. So it will run in is update and is after context. And don't forget to use this event. If you don't write this event, then your code won't be worked. Right. So now I'm going to open trigger handler as well. So inside this trigger handler, you can see three methods are already implemented. So here I'm going to write one more method. So public static void create task and we are using it for updates. So we just need to receive two parameters. One is a new list and second is old map. So new list will be stored in this OPP list type of type is list of opportunity and old map will be stored in this map, which is of type ID comma opportunity. Right now inside curly basis. I just need to write the code. So first of all, I'm going to save it. And from here, I will be calling it. So I'm just copying and pasting the statement and the method name is create task. Right. So we just need to pass trigger dot new and trigger dot old map. So whenever you update any report, so it's new value like new state will be available in the trigger dot new. And its old state will be available in this trigger dot old map. And both are available here. So trigger dot new will go to OPP list and trigger dot old map will go to old map. So variable names can be like you can use any name as per the best practice and you can just write them. So now inside this method, I'm just going to create a list first. So list of task. So I just created a list variable task list of type task. Now I'm going to iterate on OPP list. So for opportunity OPP colon OPP list. Now inside this, I will be writing the code. So first of all, I just need to check whether on update of opportunity report, whether opportunity stays is updated or not. If stays is not updated, then we don't need to run this code. So new stays is available under OPP variable. So I'm just using that OPP dot stays name not equals to old map dot get OPP dot ID. And then stays name. So here what is happening? This old map is containing old values of that updated record. So it is a map. So that is why I'm using get. So get basically returns a value associated with a key. So key we are passing as OPP ID. Right. So the opportunity ID will be passed as a key and get will be fetching the related opportunity record. So from that, we are just fetching the stage and this OPP dot stays name will provide you the new value. So new values being compared with the old value if both are not matching. So here what you can do, you can create a new instance of task objects. So this way we are creating it. Now we just need to fill the required field. So if you go here, you will find this task tab. And now if you try to create new tasks, so you will see all the required fields that you need to populate. Right. So if I click on save, so here we can see we have subject, then we have status, then we have priority. Right. Then we have this name related to these fields. And then we have assigned to. So we just need to populate all these. So one by one, I'm going to demo you. So first of all, we just need to use what ID so task dot what ID equals to OPP dot ID. So what ID means like with which record this task will be related. So if I take you here and the object manager and if I search for task, so here you will find. So just go to fields and relationships. And here you will find this what ID here you can see related to here also we saw. So if I create new task, so related to means with which record it is actually related. Right. So this way what ID means related to then next is task dot subject. So I'm just writing demo. Then task dot priority equals to normal superiority is a pick list. So any pick list value you can pick then task dot status equals to not started. So it is also a pick list so you can pick particular value. Now, next is we need to assign owner ID. So owner ID we can assign like OPP dot owner ID. So this is one option or what you can do you can write user info dot get user ID. So this statement will give you the current or logged in user ID. So you can just place this selected information here. Right. So a task will be assigned to logged in user. So it depends on the requirement business requirement like what user you want to assign for this task. Right. So owner can be the opportunity owner like if you are owning the opportunity. So task will be owned by you or if you want to assign different user. So I showed you like how you can assign the idea of the logged in user. Right. If you want to assign any other user like other than owner or logged in user. So in that case you just need to query that user ID and then you can just pass it here. Now after this what I can do I can just add this task record into the task list. Right. So this for loop is implemented completely and now we just need to check it for null. So task list is empty. If it is not empty then what we can do we can just write insert task list. Right. So this way this code is implemented whenever you will be changing the stage of particular opportunity. So a related task will be created automatically. So trigger handler is implemented. Trigger is already implemented. Now I'm moving here and going to opportunity. Opening an opportunity and here under activity you can see there is no task. Now if I go to details and change the stage. Okay. Actually it is already closed one. So let me just pick any other. So I am opening this one. If I go to details so it is having prospecting as a stage and task is not created. So now I'm going to modify its value from prospecting to value proposition and I'm clicking on save. If I go to activity so you can see a demo task is created here. If I open it so you can see the information. So we just set assigned to as opportunity owner. Then subject is demo pride is normal status has not started related to the opportunity ID with with which it is related. So this way I hope you understood like through code how we can create tasks upon update of particular opportunity. Now after this we just need to write its test class. So I'm opening the test class which is already implemented for previous functionalities. So here also what we need to do we just need to create the opportunity and then we will be updating the opportunity. And then we need to query task whether related task is available or not. Right. So I'm going to take help from the previous code. So I'm just copying a little bit code. I just paste it. Okay. So we just need to test create tasks. So here I'm writing create task test. Right. So now we just need to create the data. So here you can see list of opportunity. OPP list is created. And this loop will be trading five times which will be setting all the required fees like name stays closed it and amount is optional. If you want to skip you can. And after that it is being inserted. Now after insert if you want to run that trigger. So what you need to do you just need to change the value of stage. So what I'm going to do I'm iterating a for loop on this opportunity list. So here I just need to write opportunity. So opportunity OPP and then colon then OPP list. So we are just iterating on OPP list or one by one opportunity will be available in this OPP variable. And now we just need to update the stage value and the position. So I'm just going to open it. Right. So this way I just updated each opportunity with particular stage value. And now I can write update OPP list. Right. So once this statement will execute so trigger will be working. And on update of this opportunity like the five opportunities will be updated. So each opportunity will be having a related task. Right. So now what we need to do we just need to query the related task and we just need to check whether task is created or not. So I'm just writing list of task task list equals to then select ID from task where. So we need to pick what ID where what ID is equals to OPP list of zero dot ID. OPP list of zero dot ID means the first opportunity, which is available under opportunity OPP list. So if that opportunities ID is available with any of the task report, it means new task is created. So here we just need to apply assert. So I'm writing system dot assert equals. And here we just need to write except expected or actual. So what we can do we just need to check null. So instead of assert equals let's apply assert. And here I can just write task list dot size. So if task list dot size is null like if if it is returning zero. So this assert will be breaking. Otherwise not. So here we can just add this let's say sizes equals to zero. So double equals to zero if task list dot size equals to zero. So in that case, it will fire or we can we can also check it for null equals to null. So let's keep it to zero as of now. So now I'm going to run the test. Okay, it is failing. So let's check which method is failing. So create task is failing. Assert failed. So let's write it in different ways. So I'm just writing it like not task list dot size. So task list dot size. If it is having size as one let's say so not. Okay, we just need true and false. Let's apply assert equals. So expected one actual should be one. So instead of assert, I'm just applying assert equals. So what I'm going to check like each opportunity will be having one task associated if we update the stays. So if task list dot size is equals to one. And if it is equals to one, then it will pass otherwise it will fail. So I'm going to run it again. So let me just save it first. So now I'm just clicking on run test and this time you can see it is passing. Right. And if I go here and check for the coverage, so you can see this method is completely covered. Right. So this way, you can just implement the test class for this requirement. So first we implemented approach. We created opportunity that we updated and then we checked whether related task is created or not. So I hope you understood like how with the help of after update, we can just implement this requirement on opportunity trigger. Thank you.


Welcome to a tutorial on Euro Monitor Passport. At the end of this video, you'll know how to use this tool to complete two common tasks, finding brand shares and market size for consumer goods. We'll use these two questions as examples. What share of the U.S. dog food market does the wellness brand have? What was the size of the U.S. allergy medicine market in 2019? From the Euro Monitor homepage, start by clicking on Search in the top menu. Under Search Full Tree, leave categories and topics selected and click Go. Why do this instead of using the keyword search box at the top of the page? You can see from the full tree that passport uses a precise term for each market. So if we searched for clothing in the search box, we would see a different set of results than if we used the official passport term for this market, Apparel. In the categories, our example question about dog food would be under Pet Care. We can expand these menus until we see the dog food category and select it. Once it's selected, return to the top of the tree and select Geographies. Then expand the menu and select the location you want to look at. Now we'll click Search on the right side of the page. Our results list is split into Statistics and Analysis. Analysis includes reports that relate to the category we're looking at. Within Statistics, you can see market sizes, company shares, brand shares, distribution of sales locations, and statistics relevant to consumers in this market. We want to learn about brand shares. So we need to select Dog Food USA under Brand Shares. Here's our Brand Shares chart. When you're reading the charts, there are a few things to keep in mind. The left part of the chart will set up what the chart is telling you. Within the Brand Name column, we can find the brand of the dog food that we're researching. Under the Data Type column, we can learn what the chart is measuring. In this case, the total retail value from the sales of dog food. Then, the right side of the chart shows you the information for specific years. For the brand share charts, this is a percentage. In our case, we find the Wellness brand, and on the right side of the chart, we see that this had 1.8% of the market in 2019 based on total retail value. So now we've answered our sample question about brand share using the Search Full Tree feature and the Brand Share chart. Let's move on to our question about market size. This first part will be familiar to you now. We can select Search from the top menu bar and then Go for Categories and Topics under Search Full Tree. At the top of the tree, let's use the filter to see where the word Allergy appears. When I select Allergy Care, I can see Allergy Care within Consumer Health in the tree. I'll select this market, move on to Geographies for Part 2 above the tree, and again select USA. Then on the right, we select Search. This time, we want the market size, so we'll select that chart. Once again, the information on the left of the chart will tell us what the chart is measuring. In this case, it's the category Allergy Care, and the unit is $1 million. On the right side of the chart, we see information about different years. For 2019, the information is $2,803.7. To get the full number for market size, you would multiply the amount in this column by the amount in the unit column. For example, in this chart for Allergy Medicine, we would take our 2019 number, multiply by the amount $1 million, to learn that the market size for Allergy Medicine in the US was $2,803,700,000 in 2019. Now we have the answer for our second sample question using the Search Full Tree Tool and the Market Sizes chart. This video has demonstrated two common tasks for students in your monitor passport. If you have any additional questions about using this tool, please get in touch with the librarian for assistance.


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