He held her gently and with reverent tenderness. "I know no more than you,"--he answered--"you work by Science--I, by Faith, the bed-rock from Which all science proceeds--and we arrive at the same discoveries by different methods. I am a poor priest in the temple of the Divine, serving my turn--but I am not alone in service, for in every corner of the habitable globe there is one member of our 'City' who communicates with the rest. One!--but enough! To-day's commercial world uses old systems of wireless telegraphy and telephony which were known and done with thousands of years ago--but 'we' have the sound-ray--the light which carries music on its wings and creates form as it goes." Here he released her hands. "Knowing what you do know you have no need of my help"--he continued--"You have not found happiness yet, because that only comes through one source--Love. But I doubt not that God will give you that in His own good time." He paused--then went on--"As you go out, enter the chapel for a moment and send a prayer on the Sound-Ray to the Centre of all Knowledge,--the source of all discovery--have no fear but that it will arrive! The rest is for you to decide." She hesitated. "And--the Brazen City?" she queried. "The Golden City!" he answered--"Well, you have had your experience! Your name is known there--and no doubt you can hear from it when you will." "Do YOU hear from it?" she asked, pointedly. He smiled gravely. "I may not speak of what I hear"--he answered. "Nor may you!" She was silent for a space--then looked up at him appealingly. "The world is changed for me"--she said--"It will never be the same again! I do not seem to belong to it--other influences surround me,--how I live in it?--how shall I work--what shall I do?" "You will do as you have always done--go your own way"--he replied--"The way which has led you to so much discovery and attainment. You must surely know in your own soul that you have been guided in that way--and your success is the result of allowing yourself to BE guided. In all things you will be guided now--have no fear for yourself! All will be well for you!" "And for you?" she asked impulsively. He smiled. "Why think of me?" he said, gently--"I am nothing in your life--" "You are!" she replied--"You are more than you imagine. I begin to realise--" He held up his hand with a warning gesture. "Hush!" he said--"There are things of which we must not speak!" At that moment the monastery bell tolled the midday "Angelus." Don Aloysius bent his head--Morgana instinctively did the same. Within the building the deep voices of the brethren sounded, chanting,-- "Angelus Domini nuntiavit Maria Et concepit de Spiritu sancto." As the salutation to heaven finished, the mellow music of the organ in the chapel sent a wave of solemn and prayerful tenderness on the air, and, moved by the emotion of the hour, Morgana's heart beat more quickly and tears filled her eyes.