It seems as if all at once the world had swelled out in size a thousandfold, and that poor me had dwindled down to the merest wee little red-headed atom--the most helpless and forlorn and lonesome of atoms at that." She seemed to force a sorrowful smile on her face as she added: "But all the same it has done me good to be with you--I am sure it has--and I daresay that by tomorrow I shall be quite out of the blues.

Good-night, Mr.Ware.Forgive my making such an exhibition of myself I WAS going to be such a fine early Greek, you know, and I have turned out only a late Milesian--quite of the decadence.

I shall do better next time.

And good-night again, and ever so many thanks." She was walking briskly away toward the gate now, where the shadowy Michael still patiently stood.

Theron strode off in the opposite direction, taking long, deliberate steps, and bowing his head in thought.