sweltering one, and he grumbled to himself as he set out on his journey through the woods.

Stephen rose fresh and in good spirits, despite her sleepless night. When youth and strength are to the fore, a night’s sleep is not of much account, for the system once braced up is not allowed to slacken. It was a notable sign of her strong nature that she was not even impatient, but waited with calm fixity the hour at which she had asked Leonard Everard to meet her. It is true that as the time grew closer her nerve was less marked. And just before it she was a girl- -and nothing more; with all girl’s diffidence, a girl’s self- distrust, a girl’s abnegation, a girl’s plasticity.

In the more purely personal aspect of her enterprise Stephen’s effort was more