"You have joined the Society ?" "Yes." "You have read the report ?" "Yes." "Well ?" I knelt down before her and clasped her hands in mine, looking straight into her eyes.

"My answer is, will you accept me as your pupil, and give me the honour of proclaiming you my teacher in the face of the world ?" Her stern, set face softened, the unwonted gleam of tears sprang to her eyes; then, with a dignity more than regal, she placed her hand upon my head.

"You are a noble woman.
May Master bless you." From that day, the 10th of May, 1889, until now--two years three and half months after she left her body on May 8, 1891--my faith in her has never wavered, my trust in her has never been shaken.

I gave her my faith on an imperious intuition, I proved her true day after day in closest intimacy living by her side; and I speak of her with the reverence due from a pupil to a teacher who never failed her, with the passionate gratitude which, in our School, is the natural meed of the one who opens the gateway and points out the path.

"Folly! fanaticism!" scoffs the Englishman of the nineteenth century.