stream of Beauty straight into the open Sea of Truth."

And Ursula Winwood, to whom Archbishops had been deferential and
Cabinet Ministers had come for, guidance, meekly promised to send at
once for Pater's 'Renaissance' and so fill in a most lamentable gap
in her education.

"My uncle, the Archdeacon," she said, after a while, "reminded me
that the great Savelli was a Venetian general--of Roman family;
and, strangely enough, his name, too, was Paul. Perhaps that's how
you got the name."

"That must be how," said Paul dreamily. He had not heard of the
great general. He had seen the name of Savelli somewhere--also
that of Torelli--and had hesitated between the two. Thinking it no
great harm, he wove into words the clamour of his cherished romance.
"My parents died when I was quite young--a baby--and then I was
brought to England. So you see"--he smiled in his winning way--
"I'm absolutely English."

"But you've kept your Italian love of beauty."

"I hope so," said Paul.

"Then I suppose you were brought up by guardians," said Ursula.

"A guardian," said Paul, anxious to cut down to a minimum the
mythical personages that might be connected with his career. "But I
seldom saw him. He lived in Paris chiefly. He's dead now."