very greatly! You have a power of which you appear to be
unconscious--a great, a terrible power!--you compel interest--you
attract the love of others even if you yourself love no one--you
draw the very soul out of a man--"

He paused, abruptly.

Morgana raised her eyes,--the blue lightning gleam flashed in their
depths.

"Ah, yes!" she half whispered--"I know I have THAT power!"

Don Aloysius rose to his feet.

"Then,--if you know it,--in God's name do not exercise it!" he said.

His voice shook--and with his right hand he gripped the crucifix he
wore as though it were a weapon of self-defence. Morgana looked at
him wonderingly for a moment,--then drooped her head with a strange
little air of sudden penitence. Aloysius drew a quick sharp breath
as of one in effort,--then he spoke again, unsteadily--

"I mean"--he said, smiling forcedly--"I mean that you should not--
you should not break the heart of--of--the poor Giulio for
instance!. . . it would not be kind."

She lifted her eyes again and fixed them on him.

"No, it would not be kind!" she said, softly--"Dear Don Aloysius, I
understand! And I will remember!" She glanced at a tiny diamond-set