Laura sat crouched and rigid in her own room. How had it happened, this horrible thing?--this break-down of the last vestiges and relics of the old relation--this rushing in of a temper and a hostility that stunned her! She looked at the book on her knee. Then she remembered. In the "Wilderness" she had been reading that hideous account which appears in all the longer biographies, of the mutilation of St. Theresa's body three years after her death by some relic-hunting friars from Avila. In a ruthless haste, these pious thieves had lifted the poor embalmed corpse from its resting-place at Alba; they had cut the old woman's arm from the shoulder; they had left it behind in the rifled coffin, and then hastily huddling up the body, they had fled southwards with their booty, while the poor nuns, who had loved and buried their dead "mother," who had been shut by a trick into their own choir while the awful thing was done, were still singing the office, ignorant and happy. The girl had read the story with sickening. Then Augustina had held up to her the relic case, with that shrivelled horror inside it. A finger, was it? or a portion of one. Perhaps torn from some poor helpless one in the same way. And to such aids and helps must a human heart come in dying! She had not been quick enough to master herself. Oh! that was wrong--very wrong. But had it deserved a stroke so cruel--so unjust? Oh! miserable, miserable religion! Her wild nature rose against it--accused--denounced it. That night Augustina was marvellously well. She lay with the relic case beside her in a constant happiness. "Oh, Laura! Laura, dear!--even you must see what it has done for me!" So she whispered, when Sister Rosa had withdrawn into the next room and she and Laura were left together. "I am so glad," said the girl gently, "so very glad." "You are so dreadfully pale, Laura!" Laura said nothing. She raised the poor hand she held, and laid it softly against her cheek. Augustina looked at her wistfully. Gradually her resolution rose. "Laura, I must say it--God tells me to say it!" "What! dear Augustina?" "Laura--you could save Alan!--you could alter his whole life. And you are breaking his heart!" Laura stared at her, letting the hand slowly drop upon the bed. What was happening in this strange, strange world?