Over there his music-room--with every tune and song and great composer immortalised therein--and curious little histories attached to each, that Lucifram has never heard, and perhaps will never hear. And so all down the corridor and suite of rooms, with other chambers for every branch of work worthy being called such, and everything in godlike order. AN INTERLUDE When God made man, we are next given to understand he paused and, seemingly, he thought. Up to then he somewhat rushed it--the Bible tells us so--and in the rapid race one thing had been forgotten--Woman. But the loving God never yet forgot a thing--even German thinkers tell us that--except the little blue-eyed flower, that gained thereby the loveliest name that coarser sentiment ignores for something showier. No, last of all came woman--in orthodox religion, the Afterthought. And Adam most thoughtfully had chanced upon an extra rib--in the haste, no doubt, they hadn’t counted them. So Adam slept, and woke to find the whole world altered. Thus gracefully, unwittingly, the world’s great sage paid the unconscious compliment--erring too much on the other side. Man came from dust--woman from flesh and blood and actual bone, so says the Bible--high in the scale of general development. And for the privilege, the right of “entry,” how dearly she has paid! Man never knows--man perhaps will never know. For Eve was made whilst Adam slept. He should have been awake. Eve was born whilst Adam slept--then as now. And Eve brought Trouble--the rickety ladder before which Jacob’s was a child’s toy, and the ladder led to Heaven, and many and many a time it fell and led to Hell. Eve, wide-eyed and untutored, except for certain instincts inherited from man. Eve knowing very little of herself except what man told her; and he--why, he slept whilst she was born--how should he know? And all the time has Eve looked up to man, and God has stood aside--the Afterthought. And saddest thing of all perhaps--that now the men and women quarrel on equality--equality of sexes--showing how ineffectual is that common chord they miscall love. Think of that little vexing word that rankles in the minds of modern women--the word “Obey.” Think of it. That the Church itself should be so blind as to set a man where God should be! The obedience of the Free Spirit is given to God and God alone--who dares say otherwise? And God’s laws are so simple, kind, and full of love--a wiping-out of self, the training of a woman’s heart, a mother’s gentleness and strength. What more would man have? Some courtesan--polished or otherwise--to trick him when she fawns? To cow him when her tongue is loose in ribald fury?