Some thoughts such as these, though vague and disconnected, passed through Lady Kingswood's mind as she turned away from the sea-shore to re-ascend the flower-bordered terraces of the Palazzo d'Oro,--and it was with real pleasure that she perceived on the summit of the last flight of grassy steps, the figure of Don Aloysius.

He was awaiting her approach, and came down a little way to meet her.
"I saw the air-ship flying over the monastery,"-- he explained, greeting her--"And I was anxious to know whether la Signora had gone away into the skies or was still on earth! She has gone, I suppose ?" "Yes, she has gone!" sighed Lady Kingswood--"and the Marchese with her, and one assistant.

Her 'nerve' is simply astonishing!" "You did not think of venturing on a trip with her yourself ?"--and the priest smiled kindly, as he assisted her to ascend the last flight of steps to the loggia.
"No indeed! I really could not! I feel I ought to be braver--but I cannot summon up sufficient courage to leave terra firma.

It seems altogether unnatural." "Then what will you do when you are an angel, dear lady ?" queried Aloysius, playfully--"You will have to leave terra firma then! Have you ever thought of that ?" She smiled.
"I'm afraid I don't think!" she said--"I take my life on trust.

I always believe that God who brought me HERE will take care of me THERE!--wherever 'there' is.