"How am I to thank you ?" said Adelaide Lyster to the girl she had betrayed.

"I have a letter from Allan, and he says the very thought of seeing you has given him a fresh life--fresh energy.

I have never read anything so rapturous in my life.

Do you wish to see the letter ?" As Marion Arleigh read the passionate, poetical words that had been written expressly for her, her face flushed.

How wonderful it was to hold a man's life in her hands--to sway a genius so that her nod meant stay or go, her least words meant happiness or misery! She looked around with something of pity for other girls who had not this new and wonderful sensation.
"A life in her hands!" There came to her, young as she was, a vague idea of woman's power for good or for evil.