through this world, where it would seem we dwell only with those whom we
seek or who seek us. Or it may abide upon the earth and there grow foul
and hateful. Let us search out the truth, Anthony. There are those who
can open its gates to us if the aim be pure and good."

"After I died, Barbara, I strove to learn how things went with you, and
strove in vain."

"Not altogether, Anthony, for sometimes you were very near to me, or so
I dreamed. Moreover, the case was different."

"Those who search sometimes find more than they seek, Barbara."

"Doubtless. Still, it is laid on me. Something drives me on."



So by the means appointed they sought to know the truth as to this son
of theirs, and it was decreed that the truth should be known to them.

In a dream, a vision, or perchance in truth--which they never knew--they
were drawn to the world that they had left, and the reek of its sins and
miseries pierced them like a spear.

They stood in the streets of London near to a certain fantastic gateway
that was familiar to them, the gateway of "The Gardens." From within
came sounds of music and revelling, for the season was that of summer.
A woman descended from a carriage. She was finely dressed, dark and
handsome. Barbara knew her at once for the girl Bess Catton, who alone
could control her son in his rages and whom she had dismissed for her