She stood for a few moments in the sunshine. Behind her was a great picture all crimson and purple, a mass of flaming color, before which her tall and slight figure, dressed in a delicate stuff of soft creamy color, stood clearly outlined. The front of the dress--at least that part which covered the throat to the waist--was of some warmer color; there were flowers at her left shoulder; her hair was braided tightly round her head; round her neck was a ribbon with something hanging from it; she wore brown gloves, and carried a straw hat dangling in her hand. It was, perhaps, the sunshine which made her eyes so bright, her cheek so glowing, her rosy lips so quivering. She stood there, looking straight down the Hall, as if she saw no one. Dr. Linister gazed and turned pale; his cheeks were so white that you might have thought him about to faint; he reeled and trembled. "GOOD GOD!" he murmured, falling back upon the interjection of the Past, "we have lost the Beauty of women! Oh, Fools! Fools! We have thrown all away--all--and for what?" Then the girl came swiftly down the Hall towards him. A smile of welcome was on her lips; a blush upon her cheek; her eyes looked up and dropped again, and again looked up and once more dropped. Then she stopped before him and held out both her hands. "Harry Linister!" she cried, as if surprised, and with a little laugh, "how long is it since last we met?" CHAPTER VII. THE FIDELITY OF JOHN LAX. That morning, while I was in my private laboratory, idly turning over certain Notes on experiments conducted for the artificial manufacture of food, I was interrupted by a knock at the door. My visitor was the Porter of the House of Life, our most trusted servant, John Lax. His duty it was to sleep in the House--his chamber being that ancient room over the South Porch--to inspect the furnaces and laboratories after the work of the day was closed, and at all times to keep an eye upon the Fabric itself, so that it should in no way fall out of repair. His orders were also to kill any strangers who might try to force their way into the House on any pretence whatever. He was a stout, sturdy fellow, vigorous and strong, though the Great Discovery had found him nearly forty years of age; his hair, though it had gone bald on the top, was still thick on the sides, and gave him a terrifying appearance under his cap of scarlet and gold. He carried a great halberd as a wand of office, and his coat and cap matched each other for color and for gold embroidery. Save as representing the authority of the House and College, I would never have allowed such a splendid appearance to any one. "What have you come to tell me, John?" I asked. I may explain that I had always found John Lax useful in keeping me informed as to the internal condition of the College and its Assistants--what was said and debated--what opinions were advanced, by what men, and so forth.