"Yes . . . 'tis unlucky, they say, to accept a knife without paying for it. One kiss. . . . You may tell Noll. Is it too high a price?" She knelt and kissed him on the brow. "Ah! . . ." He drew a long sigh. "I have held you to-day, and to-day you have kissed me. Go now." She went. The dog ran with her a little way, then turned and crept back to its master. Chapter V. THE FINDING. "Hola!" hailed a man, signalling by a brazier with his back to the wind. "For what are you seeking?" Ruth halted, gripping her stiletto. This man might help her, perhaps. At any rate, he seemed a cool-headed fellow who made the best of things. For two hours she had searched, and for the time her strength was nearly spent. Dust filled her hair and caked her long eyelashes. Her face, haggard with woe and weariness, was a mask of dust. "For one," she answered, "who was to have attended High Mass in the Cathedral." "Eh?" The man swept a hand to the ruined shell of that building, at the end of the Square, and to a horrible pile of masonry covering many hundreds of bodies. "If he reached there, your Excellency had better go home and pray for his soul; that is, if your Excellency believes it efficacious. But first, will your Excellency sit here and rest?--no, not on the lee side, in the fumes of the charcoal, but to windward here, where the fire is bright, and where I have the honour to give room. . . . So your Excellency did not attend the Mass?--not approving of it, maybe?" "It would seem that you know me?" said Ruth, answering something in his tone, not his words. The question set him chuckling. "Not by that token--though 'faith 'tis an ill wind blows nobody good. This earthquake, considered philosophically, is a great opportunity for heretics. You and I, for example, may sit here in the very middle of the square and talk blasphemy to our heart's content; whereas--" He broke off. "But I forget my manners. I ought to have started by saying that no one, having once set eyes on your Excellency's face could ever forget it; and, by St. James, that is no more than the truth!" "Where have you seen me before?" "By the gateway of the Holy Office, in a carriage with your lord beside you. I marked his face, too. What it is to be young and rich and beautiful! . . . And yet you might have remembered me, seeing that I made part of the procession, though--praise be to fate!-- A modest one." Ruth gazed at him. "I remember you," she said slowly; "you were one of the Penitents." "They were gracious enough to call me so. Yes, I can understand that a san-benito makes some difference to a man's personal appearance. . . . And old Gonsalvez--I saw your Excellency wince and your Excellency's beauty turn pale when he cast up his hands to the sun. . . . Hey? _How is it possible_--how went the words?" Ruth had them well by heart. "_How is it possible for people, beholding that glorious Body, to worship any Being but Him who created it?_"