army of labourers had gone. The walls rose massively clear out of the white-powdered confusion into arches and high domes; and the floor of the choir, and a loftier floor beyond that, also rose clear. Perspectives ended in shadow and were illimitable, while the afternoon light through the stone grille of the western windows made luminous spaces in the gloom. The sensation of having the mysterious girl at his elbow in that wonder-striking interior was magnificent. He murmured, with pride: "Do you know this place has the widest nave of any cathedral in the world? It's a much bigger cathedral than St. Paul's. In fact I'm not sure if it isn't the biggest in England." "You know," he said again, "in the whole of the nineteenth century only one cathedral was built in England." "Which was that?" "Truro.... And you could put Truro inside this and leave a margin all round. Mr. Enwright says this is the last cathedral that ever will be built, outside America." They gazed, more and more aware of a solemn miracle. "It's marvellous--marvellous!" he breathed. After a few moments, glancing at her, a strong impulse to be confidential mastered him. He was obliged to tell that girl. "I say, we've lost that competition--for the Law Courts." He smiled, but the smile had no effect. "Oh!" She positively started. He saw that her eyes had moistened, and he looked quickly away, as though he had seen something that he ought not to have seen. She cared! She cared a great deal! She was shocked by the misfortune to the firm, by the injustice to transcendent merit! She knew nothing whatever about any design in the competition. But it was her religion that the Lucas & Enwright design was the best, and by far the best. He had implanted the dogma, and he felt that she was ready to die for it. Mystery dropped away from her. Her soul stood bare to him. He was so happy and so proud that the intensity of his feeling dismayed him. But he was enheartened too, and courage to surmount a thousand failures welled up in him as from an unimagined spring. "I wonder who that is?" she said quietly and ordinarily, as if a terrific event had not happened. On the highest floor, at the other extremity of the cathedral, in front of the apse, a figure had appeared in a frock-coat and a silk hat. The figure stood solitary, gazing around in the dying light. "By Jove! It's Bentley! It's the architect!"