that our treasure is safe in the land of perfect joy where we ourselves desire to be.  Do we suffer from illness, loss of money, position, or friends, we rail against Fate—­another name for God—­and complain like babes who have broken their toys; yet the sun shines on, the seasons come and go, the lovely panorama of Nature unrolls itself all for our benefit, while we murmur and fret and turn our eyes away in anger.

Thinking of these things and kneeling before the altar, my heart became filled with gratitude; and no petition suggested itself to me save one, and that was, “Let me believe and love!” I thought of the fair, strong, stately figure of Christ, standing out in the world’s history, like a statue of pure white marble against a dark background; I mused on the endurance, patience, forgiveness, and perfect innocence of that most spotless life which was finished on the cross, and again I murmured, “Let me believe and love!” And I became so absorbed in meditation that the time fled fast, till a sudden sparkle of flame flashing across the altar-steps caused me to look up.  The jewelled cross had become a cross of fire.  The point of light I had been, told to watch for had not only touched the extreme edge, but had crept down among all the precious stones and lit them up like stars.  I afterwards learned that this effect was produced by means of a thin, electric wire, which, communicating with a timepiece constructed on the same system, illuminated the cross at sunrise, noon, and sunset.  It was time for me to join Heliobas.  I rose gently, and left the chapel with a quiet and reverent step, for I have always thought that to manifest hurry and impatience in any place set apart for the worship of the Creator is to prove yourself one of the unworthiest things created.  Once outside the door I laid aside my veil, and then, with a perfectly composed and fearless mind, went straight to the Electrician’s study.  I shall never forget the intense quiet of the house that morning.  The very fountain in the hall seemed to tinkle in a sort of subdued whisper.  I found Heliobas seated at his table, reading.  How my dream came vividly back to me, as I saw him in that attitude!  I felt that I knew what he was reading.  He looked up as I entered, and greeted me with a kindly yet grave smile.  I broke silence abruptly.

“Your book is open,” I said, “at a passage commencing thus:  ’The universe is upheld solely by the Law of Love.  A majestic invisible Protectorate governs the winds, the tides.’  Is it not so?”

“It is so,” returned Heliobas.  “Are you acquainted with the book?”

“Only through the dream I had of you at Cannes,” I answered.  “I do think Signor Cellini had some power over me.”

“Of course he had in your then weak state.  But now that you are as strong as he is, he could not influence you at all.  Let us be brief in our converse, my child.  I have a few serious things to say to you before you leave me, on your celestial journey.”