"The Master is angry with poor Pearl now," she said sadly, "and He has taken the sacred cup from her. She is not good enough to keep it. But when the Master is pleased, and will save Pearl from the Pit"--she shuddered--"He will place the cup on this altar, and Pearl will bring it back to the chapel. Then she will be saved and happy." "But, Pearl, you must not think of God in this way. He is your Father, and He loves you." "He _did_ love Pearl, but He made her ill, and Mrs Jeal told Pearl that she was wicked and in danger of the Worm." "Pearl! Pearl! Do not believe that. Mrs Jeal is wrong. God loves you!" "Why, then, did He make Pearl ill if He loved her? And why did He take away the Holy Grail which Pearl watched over so carefully?" "He did not take it away," said Sybil, hardly knowing what reply to make. "Yes, He did," persisted the poor, mad creature. "Pearl was not good enough to keep it. But when she is good the cup will come down to earth again." "Do you think it is in heaven now, Pearl?" "I am sure it is. No roof here to stop the cup from floating up to the New Jerusalem. In the chapel it would have stayed, because the bad roof kept it down, but here it went up and up and up to the sky." Sybil did not know what to make of this talk. She soothed the girl as much as she could and tried to bring her back to that old happy state of mind which Mrs Jeal had destroyed with her gloomy Calvinistic creed. But it was all of no use. Only the restoration of the cup would make Pearl believe that she was good again. However, Sybil induced her to talk of other things, of birds and flowers, and the poor creature was in a quieter state of mind when Sybil brought her back to the cottage. "I go every morning to the altar," said Pearl, as she went inside. "The cup will come back when the Master is sorry for Pearl." At this moment Mrs Jeal pulled her into the house and scolded her for being away. When she saw Sybil she became more civil, but still behaved in a covertly insolent manner. Sybil grew angry. "You have behaved very wickedly in putting these ideas into Pearl's head, Mrs Jeal," she said severely. "The poor creature is not responsible. She does not understand." "She understands more than you give her credit for, miss," retorted Mrs Jeal, coolly, "and she is not fit to be left alone. But when I go away I shall put her in an asylum." "Indeed, you will do nothing of the sort!" cried Miss Tempest, indignantly. "The poor thing would die. Liberty is all in all to her. When are you going away?" "I go with Sir Frank Hale, miss. I am going to be the maid of his sister." "I heard Sir Frank was leaving Colester," said Sybil, coldly, "and I think it is the best thing he can do. When does he go, Mrs Jeal?" "In a week, miss. I have got a good situation, miss, and I do not want to be burdened with Pearl. She must go to an asylum." "No, no! I shall take charge of her myself," said Sybil. "You leave her to me, Mrs Jeal, and I'll look after her."