'Is there aught else that the Servant of the great Name can do for those who speak that name ?' 'No--oh, no,' said Cyril.

'It's all right now.

Thanks ever so.' 'You are a dear,' cried Anthea, not in the least knowing what she was saying.

'Oh, thank you thank you.

But DO go NOW!' She caught the hand of the creature, and it was cold and hard in hers, like a hand of stone.
'Go forward,' said Nisroch.