Diavolo had opened his great gray eyes, and looked out over her head through the wall opposite, watching her with enthusiasm as she "cut across the pine woods." "And how did you get in?" he asked. "At the back," she answered. They looked into each other's intelligent faces, and grinned. "Everybody is in bed," she added, "and I'm half inclined to return to the palace, and come back to-morrow in the carriage properly." "I shouldn't do that," said Diavolo, feeling that such a proceeding would be an inartistic anticlimax. "And it's to-morrow now, I should think." He raised himself on his elbow, and peered at the clock on the mantelpiece. Angelica held up the candle. "It's two," she said. "What do you do when you first wake up in the morning?" "Turn round and go to sleep again," Diavolo grunted. "_I_ always look at the clock," said Angelica. "But I want to tell you. You know after you said I was a cyclone in petticoats?" Diavolo nodded. "So you are," he remarked. "Well, I _am_, then," Angelica retorted. "Have it so, only don't interrupt me. I can't think why I cared," she added upon reflection; "it seems so little now, and such a long way off." "Is it as far from the point as you are?" Diavolo courteously inquired. "Ah, I'm coming to that!" she resumed, and then she graphically recounted her late painful experiences, including the bishop's charge to Sir Mosley Menteith, and poor Edith's last piteous appeal to heaven and earth for the relief which she was not to receive. "And did she die?" Diavolo asked in an awestruck whisper. Being less sturdy and more sensitive than Angelica, he was quite shaken by the bare recital of such suffering. "Not while I was there," Angelica answered. "I heard her as I came out. She was calling on God then." They were both silent for some moments after this, Angelica fixed her eyes on the candle, and Diavolo looked up to the unanswering heaven, full of the vague wonderment which asks Why? Why? Why? "There is no law, you see," Angelica, resumed, "either to protect us or avenge us. That is because men made the law for themselves, and that is why women are fighting for the right to make laws too." "I'll help them!" Diavolo exclaimed. "Will you?" said Angelica. "That's right! Shake hands!" Having solemnly ratified the compact, Angelica boldly asserted that all the manly men were helping women now, including Uncle Dawne and Dr. Galbraith. Then she thought she would go to bed. Of course she had flung the door wide open when she entered, and left it so, and happening to glance toward it now, it seemed to her that there was a horrible peculiar kind of pitchy black darkness streaming in. "O Diavolo!" she exclaimed, "I'm frightened! I daren't go alone!" "_You_ frightened!" he jeered, "after dancing home alone in tip dark, through the pine woods too!"