"I sent my soul through the Invisible, Some letters of that after-life to spell; And by and by my soul return’d to me And answer’d, ’I myself am Heaven and Hell,’" Evelyn quoted below her breath. "Oh, aren’t those lovely words?" broke in Dora Beadon, impatient at having been left so long to the companionship of Calvert and her father. "Rossetti’s, aren’t they? Oh, Omar Khayyám, is it? Well, he’s much the same. One of my _attachés_, a student at the Academy, promised to set them to music for me." "Miss Beadon is a great devotee of music," said Brand gravely; "she has a pianola and three gramophones." Evelyn laughed. "Dora dislikes musical people as much as I do. We spread the gramophone story to frighten them away, don’t we, Dora?" "I shouldn’t mind them so much if they were only clean," said Miss Beadon. "Or if they wore better clothes! There’s always a ready-made thirty-shilling-the-suit look about them, don’t you think, Mr. Farquharson? By the way, Evelyn, you mustn’t annex Mr. Farquharson any longer; I really insist upon his coming over here for the last act." Calvert’s eyes and Brand’s met for once in the intimacy of mutual amusement. Dora Beadon was laying her snares a trifle flagrantly. Well, Richard might do worse, Calvert thought. With so uncompromising a face and figure Miss Beadon should certainly be a docile wife, and she had money and position. Calvert had seen many brilliant matches fail, two stars outshining one another and falling into oblivion. He looked with awakened interest at the girl; the shadow of the box was kind to her, and her pleasure at having drawn Farquharson from Evelyn had given her for once an almost intelligent expression. He smiled benignly and drew Evelyn’s attention to the pair, with a genial little nod of approval. It was only at parting that Farquharson got an opportunity of speaking again to Mrs. Brand. Then—"I owe the Albert Hall Meeting to you?" he said, with meaning. "It’s another debt. No, don’t deny it; you help every one. What was said of Madame Recamier is true of you, ’_Elle était pour ses amis la soeur de charité de lour peines, de leur frailtés, el même un peu de leur fautes._’" *CHAPTER VIII* "The Sacraments are seven—Baptism, Confirmation, Holy Communion, Penance, Extreme Unction, Holy Order, Matrimony.... Each has its own particular office: all give grace; but besides ordinary graces, they are intended to bestow the special grace which may be required to meet particular wants."—BISHOP BAGSHAWE. "A lady to see you, sir." "Oh, bother!" Cummings took the card impatiently, and then gave a startled exclamation. "Tell her I’ll see her in half-a-minute."