"Farewell, and may the Master bless you," said Eberstein, from the body of the car. "When I come again let me find that you have worked in the vineyard as true labourers. And so----" he traced the sign of the cross in the air, and Alice saw it visibly outlined in dazzling light as the motor sped swiftly down the hill, through Polwellin and towards Perchton over the purple moors. "Dear!" Douglas took his wife in his arms, "do not cry." "These are joyful tears, I think," said Alice, smiling. "God is so good." "Let us try to show ourselves worthy of His goodness," replied the young man, with an answering smile. "Come, dear, our work awaits us." And in the glory of the spring morning, under the budding green of the trees, and across the soft grass of the lawn, they passed into their dear home, no longer the house of hate, but the Mansion Beautiful, wherein great works were to be done by them in their day and generation. Ballantyne & Company Ltd Tavistock Street Covent Garden London * * * * * * Transcriber's note: Obvious punctuation and printer's errors were corrected. Inconsistent hyphenation was retained. On page 372, "illwill" was changed to "ill-will" (so doubtless this feeling of ill-will). On page 134, "Amy" was changed to "Alice" ("I am glad he does," said Alice soberly).