Is he to be caught again for lack of a few marks? Melpomene is also thinking. Evil must often be done that good may follow. After all, had not she herself stolen Sister Mary of the Purification's clothes when she was asleep after night duty? Had not she run away from the convent, broken her vows? And yet how convinced she was that she was doing rightly! The mysterious Powers emphatically approved; she felt sure of it. And now there was the red purse. But what was a red purse in comparison with a saved soul--and, after all, what was she doing hut saving Kuno's soul?" Miss Penny, who had adapted the voice and gestures of a debater asking rhetorical questions, brought her hand with a slap on to the table. "Lord, what a bore this sort of stuff is!" she exclaimed. "Let's get to the end of this dingy anecdote as quickly as possible. By this time, you must imagine, the shades of night were falling fast--the chill November twilight, and so on; but I leave the natural descriptions to you. Kuno gets into the ditch at the roadside and takes off his robes. One imagines that he would feel himself safer in trousers, more capable of acting with decision in a crisis. They tramp on for miles. Late in the evening they leave the high road and strike up through the fields towards the forest. At the fringe of the wood they find one of those wheeled huts where the shepherds sleep in the lambing season. "The real 'Maison du Berger.'" "Precisely," said Miss Penny, and she began to recite: "_Si ton coeur gémissant du poids de notre vie_ _Se traine et se débat comme un aigle blessé...._ "How does it go on? I used to adore it all so much when I was a girl. _"Le seuil est perfumé, l'alcôve est large et sombre,_ _Et là parmi les fleurs, nous trouverons dans l'ombre,_ _Pour nos cheveux unis un lit silencieux._ "I could go on like this indefinitely." "Do," I said.