and trouble her? Ought he to leave the place? Could he bear to live so near her? What had she done — this flower? Was she to be devoured by swine? The questions clamored at the door of his heart. But one thing could he see clearly. He must wait without the wall, seeking only to serve and protect her.

With the unerring instinct which led her always straight to the mark, she had seen the only right course. He repeated her words over and over to himself. “If you love me, you must never know it, and I must never know it.” Her heart should be sacred from his personal intrusion, and their old relations must be re�stablished, at whatever cost to himself.

With flash-light clearness he saw his difficulty, and that only by the elimination of self could he serve her, and also that