knowledge, and we shall see the universe."

Joan always avoided getting excited when she thought of it.

"I love to make you excited," Flossie had once confessed to her in the
old student days. "You look so ridiculously young and you are so pleased
with yourself, laying down the law."

She did not know she had given way to it. He was leaning back in his
chair, looking at her; and the tired look she had noticed in his eyes,
when she had been introduced to him in the drawing-room, had gone out of
them.

During the coffee, Mrs. Denton beckoned him to come to her; and Miss
Greyson crossed over and took his vacant chair. She had been sitting
opposite to them.

"I've been hearing so much about you," she said. "I can't help thinking
that you ought to suit my brother's paper. He has all your ideas. Have
you anything that you could send him?"

Joan considered a moment.

"Nothing very startling," she answered. "I was thinking of a series of
articles on the old London Churches--touching upon the people connected
with them and the things they stood for. I've just finished the first
one."

"It ought to be the very thing," answered Miss Greyson. She was a thin,
faded woman with a soft, plaintive voice. "It will enable him to judge