A proud heat flushed her face. "You know you do not speak truly. I do not deserve the taunt." The same curious smile glimmered over his mouth. He was silent for a moment. "I overrate your sacrifice: it costs you little to say, like the old Pharisee, 'Stand by, I am holier than thou!' You never loved me, Theodora. Let me go down--to the land where you think all things are forgotten. What is it to you? In hell I can lift up my eyes"-- She cried out sharply, as with pain. "I will not forsake my Master," she said. "He is real, more dear than you. I give you up." Palmer caught her hand; there was a vague deadness in her eye that terrified him; he had not thought the girl suffered so deeply. "See, now," she gasped quickly, looking up, as if some actual Presence stood near. "I have given up all for you! Let me die! Put my soul out! What do I care for heaven?" Palmer bathed her face, put cordial to her lips, muttering some words to himself. "Her sins, which are many, should be forgiven; she loves much." When, long after, she sat on the low settle, quiet, he stood before her. "I have something to say to you, Theodora. Do you understand me?" "I understand." "I am going. It is better I should not stay. I want you to thank God your love for your Master stood firm. I do. I believe in you: some day, through you, I may believe in Him. Do you hear me?" She bent her head, worn-out. "Theodora, I want to leave you one thought to take on your knees with you. Your Christ has been painted in false colors to you in this matter. I am glad that as you understand Him you are true to Him; but you are wrong." She wrung her hands. "If I could see that, Douglas!" "You will see it. The selfish care of your own soul which Gaunt has taught you is a lie; his narrow heaven is a lie: my God inspires other love, other aims. What is the old tale of Jesus?--that He put His man's hands on the vilest before He blessed them? So let Him come to me,--through loving hands. Do you want to preach the gospel, as some women do, to the Thugs? I think your field is here. You shall preach it to the heart that loves you." She shook her head drearily. He looked at her a moment, and then turned away. "You are right. There is a great gulf between you and me, Theodora. When you are ready to cross it, come to me." And so left her. CEREBRAL DYNAMICS.