The Master was waiting for her--one should never keep a Master waiting--and she was a little late: he was impatient: he had so much to talk about and to teach: one point suggested another in his mind: so much to say: he grudged the least delay: he walked about the room chafing because the hour appointed was already five minutes in the past: he would scold her: she must really learn to be punctual: they had only about five short hours before them for all he had to say. Was this the zeal of a student? But at that point she opened the door and ran in, breathless, smiling, eager, holding out both her hands, a dainty delicate maiden all his own--his disciple--his daughter--the daughter of the New Humanity--and he forgot his irritation, and took her hands in his and kissed her forehead. 'Child,' he sighed, 'you are late. But never mind. You are here. Why, you have grown so precious to me that I cannot bear you to be a minute late. It is such a happiness--such a joy in the present--such a promise for the future--that I have such a disciple! Now sit down--take off your bonnet. I have put a chair for you at the window--and a table for you to write. Here is your note-book.--Now--you have thought over what I taught you last?--That is well. Let us resume at the point where we left off--the rise of the co-operative spirit, which is the rise of the New Humanity.' He talked for two hours--two long eloquent hours: he walked about the room: or he stopped before his disciple emphasising with the forefinger of admonition--repeating--illustrating by anecdote and memory--he had a prodigious memory. The Scholar listened intelligently. Sometimes she asked a question: sometimes she made notes. You must not think that she was a sham scholar; her interest in the Master's system was not simulated. Above all things, she loved to hear this enthusiast talk--who would not love to hear of the New Jerusalem? Always he made her heart to glow with the Vision that he conjured up before her eyes of a world where there should be no more sorrow nor crying nor any more pain, nor any of the former things. He made her actually see--what others only read of--the Four-square City itself with its gates open night and day, its jasper walls, and its twelve foundations of precious stones.--'Why,' he said, 'the gates are open night and day because there is no Property to defend; and the walls are of jasper because it is the most beautiful of minerals, and because it can be polished like a mirror, so that the country around is reflected on its surface, which shows that it all belongs to the City; and the precious stones are the twelve cardinal virtues of Humanity, on which the order of the future shall rest--namely, Faith, Brotherly Love, Obedience, Patience, Loyalty, Constancy, Chastity, Courage, Hope, Simplicity, Tenderness, and Industry. It is an allegory--the whole book is an allegory--of Humanity.' And she saw, beside the City, the river of life with the tree