and folly and love and mystery.

I went to bed thinking of Cleopatra, "brow-bound with burning gold"; of
Fair Rosamond; Vivien, who won Merlin's secret; of Lilith and strange,
shining women--not one of them like the goddess the glory of whose smile
had dazzled me. At last I slept, late and heavily.

Next morning I was again first at the office; and by daylight in the
bustling city, things took a different complexion. I had gone to my
sweetheart tired by a long journey, and I felt sure, or tried to feel
sure, that my impressions of change in her were fantastic and exaggerated.

Judge Baker, on his arrival, installed me in Hynes's room, behind the
library, between the corridor and one of the courts that light the inner
offices. In his own room, to the left, he detained me for some business
talk, after which he said, carefully rubbing his glasses:

"I trust that you will not find yourself altogether a stranger in the
city. My wife will wish to see you, and my sister, Miss Baker, cherishes
pleasant recollections of your mother. I believe you are already
acquainted with Mrs. Baker's young cousin, Miss Winship. You know that,
since graduation, she has come to New York for the purpose of pursuing
post-graduate studies in Barnard?"

"Yes."

I drew a breath of relief. There was nothing in the Judge's manner to give
significance to his mention of Helen. I must have deceived myself.

"A most charming young lady."