Elsie heard and inclined her head. It did occur to her that perhaps Property in the Body Politic might be represented by food in the Body Human, but she forbore. The Master was one who did not invite argument. Nearly all the great Teachers of the world, if you think of it, have conveyed their wisdom in maxims and aphorisms. He took out his watch. 'It is nearly four,' he said. 'Shall we go on to the Hall?' 'Not yet. There is no need for us to be there before six. We have two good hours before us. Let us use them more pleasantly than in sitting alone in the Hall--you must own that it is stuffy. We will talk about other things--about ourselves--not about me, because I am quite an insignificant person, but about you, dear Master.' She was now about to enter upon her plan of duplicity. She felt horribly ashamed, but it had to be done. She strengthened herself: she resolved: she suppressed the voice of conscience. 'About me?' asked the Master. 'But what is there to talk about?' 'Oh! there is ever so much.' She took his right hand in her own and held it, knowing that this little caress pleased and moved him. 'Master--what a wonderful chance it was that brought me here! I can never sufficiently wonder at it. I have told George--George Austin--my lover, you know: and Athelstan--he is my brother.' She looked at him sharply, but there was no sign of recognition of those two names. Edmund Gray had never heard of either. 'I have told them about you and of your great work, and how you are teaching me and everything. But when they ask me who you are, where you have lived, and all about you, I can tell them nothing. Oh! I know it matters nothing about me and my own friends; but, my dear Master, we have to think of the future. When the Cause has spread, and spread, and spread, till it covers the whole world, people will want to know all about the man who first preached its principles. Who will be able to tell them? No one. You are alone; you have no wife or children. Your name will remain for ever attached to the Cause itself. But you--you--the man--what will you be? Nothing. Nothing but a name. You ought to write an autobiography.' 'I have sometimes thought I would do so'--his face became troubled; 'but--but----' 'But you are always occupied with working for the world. You have no time, of course. I quite understand that; and it worries you--does it not?--to be called upon to turn your thoughts from the present back to the past.' 'Yes--yes; it does--it does. Elsie, you exactly express the difficulty.'