should like to hear you."

"The Professor does not believe in men much," Halcyone said. "He says
they are all honorable to one another until they are tempted--and that
they are never honorable to a woman when another woman comes upon the
scene. But I do not know at all about such things, or what it means. For
me there is nothing towards other people; it only is towards yourself.
You must be honorable to yourself."

And suddenly it seemed to John Derringham as if all the paltry shams of
the world fell together like a pack of cards, and as if he saw truth
shining naked for the first time at the bottom of the well of the
child's pure eyes.

An extraordinary wave of emotion came over him, finely strung as he was,
and susceptible to all grades of feeling. He did not speak for a minute;
it was as if he had quaffed some elixir. A flame of noble fire seemed to
run in his veins, and his voice was changed and full of homage when at
last he addressed her.

"Little Goddess of Truth," he said, "I would like to be with you always
that you might never let me forget this point of view. And you believe
it would have won for Jason in the end--if he had been true to himself?
Tell me--I want greatly to know."

"But how could there be any doubt of that?" she asked surprised. "Good
only can bring good, and evil, evil."

At this moment, out from the copse the soft head of a doe appeared, and
at the thrilling sight Halcyone slipped her hand into her companion's,