"It teaches one not to judge," she thought, with a stab of self-reproach, "it teaches one not to judge others until one really knows." Twice before to-night, on the day when she resolved for the sake of Jane's children to go to work, and again on the June evening when George returned to her, she had felt this sudden quickening of life, this magical sense of the unexplored mystery and beauty of the world that surrounded her.

But she had been very young then, and on that June evening she had been deeply in love.

To-night, she assured herself, there was no touch of personal romance.

In some inexplicable way the talk with O'Hara had renewed her broken connection with her Dream, and she felt closer in sympathy to Arthur than she had been able to feel for months.

No, this awakening was utterly different from the awakening of love, for it shed its illumination not on a single person, but on the whole of humanity.