doubt it? And why call upon God? That is a name which has no meaning
for you."

There followed a silence. I looked at Catherine and saw her pale
face in the light of the moon, haggard in line and older than her
years, and my heart was full of pity for her. She was excited beyond
her usual self-I could see that the appearance of the stranger from
the yacht had aroused her interest and compelled her admiration. I
tried to draw her gently to a farther distance from the saloon, but
she would not move.

"We ought not to listen,"--I said--"Catherine, come away!"

She shook her head.

"Hush!" she softly breathed--"I want to hear!"

Just then Mr. Harland spoke again.

"I am sorry!" he said--"I have wronged you and I apologise. But you
can hardly wonder at my disbelief, considering your appearance,
which is that of a much younger man than your actual years should
make you."

The rich voice of Santoris gave answer.

"Did I not tell you and others long ago that for me there is no such
thing as time, but only eternity? The soul is always young,--and I
live in the Spirit of youth, not in the Matter of age."